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Sweet Revenge Ch. 1

By: Shattered Mirror



This is my first erotic story. Any comments and criticisms are encouraged so I can improve the writing. Please do email me if you have any feedback. That said, enjoy...

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John wiped his brow and squinted at the setting sun. Another long day in the fields was nearing an end and he resigned himself to the long drive home. Tired and dirty, he picked up his tools and closed the tractor engine compartment he had been working on. As usual, he was one of the last people to leave work, the farm owner was losing money and people were looking for other jobs. Everyone knew it was just a matter of time before the banks moved in and closed the farm down. John thought he should start looking for a new job like all the others, but as was his habit, he preferred to finish one project at a time. 

Tossing his toolbox in the back of his beat up truck, he climbed in and turned the key. As usual, nothing happened. Groaning to himself, he clambered out of the rusty truck and raised the hood. An hour and a half later, he was driving up the long windy road home. John lived in a small cottage an hours drive up a nearby mountain range. It was a small place, but clean and quiet. It provided him the solitude he treasured after a long day of old broken down machinery and unfriendly farm workers. 

Halfway home, headlights appeared suddenly in his rear view mirror. The sun had long since disappeared and the twisty road was treacherous even to him and he had driven this road nearly every day of the past seven years. Yet, here was an impatient driver tailing him and swerving back and forth in a blatant attempt to intimidate the slower, struggling truck. He blinked and tried to pull over to the right of the lane to let the car pass. The engine roared just behind him and a silver Mercedes Benz pulled up alongside him. He glanced over quickly and caught a flash of purple just before he heard a high-pitched screeching of tires. Looking up he realized they had just come up to a very sharp turn. Holding his breath, he stomped on the brakes and watched out of the corner of his eye as the Benz skidded sideways attempting to hang unto precious asphalt that was rapidly running out. The rear end of the sports car began to swing out and John watched in suspense as the driver attempted to correct the dangerous slide. In slow motion, he gritted his teeth as the car began to fishtail in the opposite direction. The driver over compensated and the trunk of the silver car slammed into his left front tire. 

"Damn!!" He shouted as his truck lost control and he saw the fallen leaves on the side of the road rushing up at him. The truck squealed as it turned sideways and edged up on two wheels before slamming back down and slipping into the ditch on the right hand side of the road. Crawling out of the passenger door, he watched as the red taillights of the Mercedes disappeared in the distance. Looking back at his car, he kicked at the crumpled door angrily. Tugging on his coat, he began the long walk home. 

A couple hours later, wheezing from the long walk uphill, John neared his humble home. Walking up the porch to his front door, he pulled out his keys all the while mumbling about rich people in expensive cars not caring about anyone else on the road. A glimmer from up the road caught his eye. Curious, he closed the door again and started walking towards the light. As he got closer he recognized the silver Benz though the car looked very different now. It was crunched up into the trunk of a tree and the rear end of the car was hanging over the edge of the roadway. The car was completely totaled and John wondered if anyone could've survived the impact. He walked up to the passenger side door and gingerly pulled it open. 

A waterfall of blond hair tumbled out startling John. He kicked back and fell unto his rump showering dust all over himself. The car began to creak and slid over the edge. John hesitated a moment and stared at the driver of the car. She was slumped over the passenger seat and her arm was sticking out in his direction still clutching an empty bottle of vodka. There was a loud crunching sound as the tree snapped and fell away over the edge. John leapt forward and grabbed the lady's arm. Tugging her out of the car, he held on with both hands as the car followed the tree down hundreds of feet to the valley floor. There was a moment of silence before a loud boom shook the ground and the trees were illuminated briefly in shades of orange and yellow. 

He looked over the edge, wondering how he got himself into this mess and wondering how he didn't end up in that smoldering fire hundreds of feet below. Shrugging, he turned his attention to the crumpled form beside him. He picked the woman up and walked back to his house. He didn't have a phone and with his car lying in a ditch somewhere down the mountain, he didn't know how he was going to get help for this lady. Lying her down on his couch, he looked her over trying to see if anything was stretched out at the wrong angle or otherwise hurt. Aside from a few scratches and bruises, she looked fine. In fact, John thought to himself, she was very fine. 

Dressed in an expensive purple business suit, she was young, perhaps in her early twenties. Glossy blonde locks of hair fell to her elbows, framing a soft featured, beautiful face. Her full lips were slightly parted as she quietly slumbered there on his couch. The business suit was what he had seen in the car, he thought to himself. It was professional but very daringly cut, a short skirt with a thigh slit and a matching jacket over a silky white blouse. John sat in silence, mesmerized by the steady rise and fall of her chest. He could see the outline of a bra beneath the blouse, the woman's cleavage was obvious and her breasts teasing and straining against the fabric. Her breath was heavy and husky, laced with alcohol though sweet to John. He followed the curve of her body, down the long supple line of her legs shoed in high-priced white heels. 

John swallowed; his throat was suddenly very dry. Leaning back in the chair, he took a deep breath. He wasn't that bad looking, tanned and muscled with rugged good looks but he hardly qualified as a GQ model. He'd had his share of romances and sexual escapades but this was different. The air around him was stifling in the excitement, a sensual charge that delighted and frightened him. Here, in front of him, lay a young and beautiful woman, helpless. She was obviously quite rich or at least from a wealthy family. Her hair was immaculate; her skin deeply and uniformly tanned, smooth and healthy as only daily spa visits could result in. Her fingernails were carefully manicured and natural, no K Mart press on nails there. And here she was, lying on his couch, at his mercy. His desire built up inside, spilling over his normally calm persona and tinged with anger at the thoughtlessness of the accident that landed his truck in a ditch. 

Quietly, John moved around his humble home shutting blinds and carefully checking the locked door. Then he returned to his unexpected guest. He began to unbutton her blouse, slowly and carefully slipping it out from under her skirt, revealing a flat and firm stomach. He put his palm down over her navel and felt the heat rising off her body, closing his eyes he reveled in the warmth. Her breathing sharpened slightly as he unclasped her bra but her eyes remained closed and as far as he could tell, she was still asleep. There was an audible snap as the clasp released and the bra came away in his hands. He muttered to himself in surprise, they looked like full C's maybe even D's. The woman's breasts were full and firm and each was crowned with dark brown nipples that were already puckering and stiffening in the night air. 

"No scars..." He wondered to himself. "Either a very expensive job or some miracle of nature." And then something clicked in John's mind and he smiled to himself as the reality of the situation dawned on him. He cupped one breast, feeling the weighty flesh, pliant yet supple and firm, and warm. He leaned over her and traced his tongue over her breast. He licked at her erect nipples and they glistened wetly in the soft light. He savored the taste, musky and heady. She moaned quietly underneath him. Slowly easing his weight down, he moved up and kissed her. Her lipstick was flavored, like strawberries and he kissed her deeply, hungrily. She responded quietly, still in a drunken haze her arms came up, holding unto his waist. 

John left her lips and traced a line down her slender neck, pausing briefly at her breast before going lower to circle her belly. A few minutes later, he raised himself to his knees and slid her skirt down her legs and dropped it in a heap on the floor. He unsnapped her garters and unrolled her stockings slowly relishing the feel of her smooth skin. Planting kisses on her supple calves he moved slowly over the hot flesh of her inner thigh. Lifting her legs over his shoulders, he nuzzled against the crotch of her silken panties. He licked gently at her full pussy-lips and tasted a musky wetness. Spurred on by this, he raised his head and slid her panties off each leg. 

A neatly trimmed blonde bush sat on top of sweet and full lips already beginning to drip juices. The lady's clitoris, swollen a deep pink, unsheathed and throbbed visibly with excitement. She moaned loudly and cupped her breasts, teasing each nipple slowly. John began licking her cunt-lips coating them with saliva and her own pussy juices. As his tongue flicked over her clit she began to squirm beneath his grip. Her breathing became sharp and ragged and her body shook with small orgasms a few minutes later. John kept licking away, occasionally sticking his tongue between her lips and lapping at her juices. Then her body tensed suddenly and she arched her back pushing John off the couch briefly. She cried out and suddenly her pussy gushed streams of juices all over John's face. 

Karen was a rich, beautiful brat and she knew it. Barely twenty years old, she had never known what it was like to want something out of her reach. Everything was in reach to a heiress of a multi-billion dollar oil empire. Raised in the lap of luxury she had grown up in villas and castles all over the world. Her parents barely knew her and she had spent much of her childhood driving her nannies crazy. She had everything she ever wanted, expensive cars and an unlimited expense account. But Karen was unhappy. She took to drinking and cocktailing drugs to get away from a plush yet empty existence. After while, getting away took on a very literal meaning and she would fly to faraway places often having a favorite car shipped along with her to explore on her own. 

Tonight she had a little too much to drink, and angry at a slow moving truck had sped past never bothering to look behind her. But the adrenaline rush was not enough to sober her and falling asleep at the wheel, the last thing she remembered was a horrific crash and slamming into the airbags inflating all around her. 

"Aaaaahhhhhhmmmmm," her own ragged voice bringing her back to consciousness. She clenched her thighs in pleasure and closed her eyes, drinking in the sensation. A moment later her blue eyes flew open in surprise. She looked down at the strange man clutching her thighs and began to scream. He quickly clamped his hand over her lips muffling her. 

"Quiet," John said in a deep stern voice. "No one can hear you anyway, no lives anywhere near here. And you'll only make me angry. You don't want that, do you? Especially after what you did to me and my truck earlier." 

Realization dawned on Karen. "Oh my...." Tears welled up in her eyes, obscuring the ruggedly handsome man's face. "What have I got myself into," she thought, vaguely remember the incident on the road earlier. 

"I'm going to let you go now. Are you going to scream again?" John asked. Bringing her back to the reality of the situation. After a moments' hesitation, she shook her head. John moved his hand away slowly. 

"Are you going to hurt me?" Karen asked with tears streaking her cheeks. She flushed as she looked down at the damp spot on the couch between her legs. 

"You nearly killed me earlier. I'm going to do whatever I want, lady" came the dreaded response. John even surprised himself at this point but didn't give it a second thought. He was still angry, but he was also very, very horny. He gripped her trembling arms and raised them over her head. 

"Puh – please," Karen said in a quiet, trembling voice. "I've never done this before." John's eyes opened in surprise and he hesitated a moment. Karen had led a plush life but for some reason or another never actually had sex. Sure, she had done practically everything else but had always thought herself above those adolescent boys she had made out with. Thinking herself too good for them, she never let them go very far. Now here she was, about to be ravaged by a total stranger. It was frightening, then it was exciting and then frightening because it was exciting. Her voice quavered, "I've never gone all the way." 

John stopped short. Surprise melted away quickly and his eyes narrowed slightly in triumph. He smiled softly to himself and it seemed to relax Karen. She looked up at him with wide blue eyes. "Well, tonight you're going to go as far as I want. And there isn't anything you can do about it." Still scared, she relaxed a little under him as if she were resigned to her fate. He leaned in and kissed her. At first she didn't respond, but as he reached between her legs and cupped her pussy, she began to kiss back. 

A short time later, he leaned back and took of his shirt. Karen stared at his well muscled chest, biting her lip nervously. "Come over here." He said slowly. She complied getting on her knees and moving towards him. "Take off my pants." Looking up at him she slowly unbuckled his belt and slid it off. Taking his jeans down, she pulled on pant leg off and then the other. He nodded at her and she unhurriedly lowered his boxer briefs to his ankles all the while keeping her eyes closed. Raising her head back to his waist level she gasped at the weight of his cock as he brought it to her mouth. "Suck it, slowly. I want to enjoy this." 

Karen opened her eyes and nearly doubled over it surprise. The man's cock was huge!! Over ten inches long with a thickly veined shaft it glistened wetly with pre-cum. "Suck it." He repeated and placed the head on her lips. Gingerly she opened her mouth and he slid in gently. At first, Karen did nothing. She just knelt there and let the strange man pump his throbbing penis back and forth in her mouth. Her saliva gave it a watery sheen and she tasted the salty pre-cum in the back of her throat as he rocked back and forth with his eyes closed and head lolling back. 

John was in heaven, thrusting himself at her pretty little mouth. It was so warm and wet. Her tongue dragged on the bottom of his shaft and his legs shook in pleasure. He placed his hands on either side of her head and began moving faster. 

Karen found herself strangely turned on by these unusual circumstances. She had no idea who this man was and certainly feared him yet he had not been forceful or hurtful. And she had to admit that she found him attractive in a rugged, unpolished sort of way. She reached up at grasped his thick cock and began to suck at each push, twirling her tongue along the veins on the shaft. 

Surprised, John opened his eyes and looked down at the rich woman's sudden enthusiasm. Without realizing it, he pushed to the brink and suddenly convulsed in an overwhelming orgasm. He grunted as huge gobs of cum splattered against the lips and cheeks of the young woman. Gripping him tightly she dutifully sucked at him. 

Karen pushed caution aside and hungrily sucked at his cock milky the sperm from its jerking head. "Maybe he won't take me now that he's come already," she thought to herself. Strangely, this thought disappointed her. And she lowered her head resignedly. 

John was thrilled at the woman's unexpected participation in his dark little fantasy and didn't hesitate to continue to play things out. Excited, his penis throbbed with renewed vigor and droplets of cum splattered on the young woman's shoulders as it bobbed up and down. Her eyes met his and then widened when they focused on his rampant cock. And for just a second, John thought he saw a hint of a smile. But then it was gone and she was scared again. "Could she be enjoying this?" He thought to himself. He pushed her back towards the couch but she stumbled backwards and fell flat on her back on the floor. 

Thump!! The impact dazed Karen. It wasn't a hard push but the man had thrown her off balance and she landed hard, the air whooshing out of her. Her vision blurred briefly and when it cleared she looked into the strangers deep eyes. They were so intense. There was anger in them, and lust, much more lust she decided. He knelt between her legs and brought her thighs up slowly but firmly. Her inner thighs tickled and she realized that she had been dripping juices all over herself when she was sucking him. Those droplets were now running back up her thighs and down to her ass wetting the carpet below. The stranger continued to hold her gaze as her brought his swollen cock to her pussy lips. She felt the weight and girth of it as he rubbed it over her glistening lips and closed her eyes in fearful anticipation. He moaned softly and suddenly there was more pressure at her virginal entrance. She quickly brought her hands to his chest as if to stop him, and he did briefly. The a few moments later he began pushing in again. 

Karen cringed and her entire body tensed involuntarily. There was some pain and an unrelenting pressure between her legs. Her cunt lips wrapped themselves tightly around the strangers cock and there was a moment of relief as they closed about the head and then the pressure came back as they continued to stretch over the thick shaft as the man pushed inch after inch in. She bit her lower lip and groaned loudly. There was a squishing sound as her juices squirted out of her tightly filled pussy. 

John couldn't believe how hot and tight she was. Because she had climaxed earlier, she was very wet and that made things easier but it was an incredibly snug fit. At five inches, he stopped and the woman gasped like she had been holding her breath for a long time. Her eyes flew open and she was biting her lower lip. He felt her move her hips slightly, shifting the angle of his penetration. And suddenly he felt himself slipping into her, sinking his large shaft to the hilt. 

"Aaaaaauuuhhmmmm!!" Karen cried out. She dug her nails into his arms and clenched her eyes. Tears streamed down past her cheeks. The pain was intense and she felt so full she thought she was going to burst. Her legs shuddered weakly and she was suddenly racked by wave after wave of pleasure as an incredible orgasm consumed her. 

Gritting his teeth, John put his weight on the woman as she convulsed below him. Her pussy rippled over his buried tool and he suddenly felt a spreading warmth as more juices flowed from her to coat him. Cum squished out between them as the blonde continued to peak over an unrelenting orgasm. Minutes later, she quieted down and lay limp beneath him breathing shallowly. "Ka – Karen," she gasped weakly. "My name is Karen. Please...." she closed her eyes in shame. "Puh - lease don't stop." Realizing he had been still all this time, he began to pump slowly in and out of her. She grunted huskily and arched her back in pleasure. The pressure was still there and she felt like her insides were being rearranged by his massive cock slipping and out of her ravaged pussy, but she was drowning in pleasure. She was getting used to the size and width of the man's penis and continued to be racked by smaller orgasms as her cunt slurped noisily with each thrust. 


Sweet Revenge Ch. 10



Author's note: I wanted to respond to some of the comments I received from readers. I know that Stuart's actions in Chapter 8 were over-the-top evil. I did warn you in advance not to read it. Unfortunately, those depraved acts were inspired by a real-life woman I met while volunteering at a shelter for abused women. She married what she thought was prince charming. During her two years of marriage, her husband broke several of her bones, burned her with cigarettes, whipped her with the buckle end of his belt, isolated her from all her family and friends, and finally started forcing her to entertain his buddies. She finally got up the courage to leave him. The last I saw of her, she was on the road to making a better life for herself, one day at a time.

I do feel the need to apologize to the folks that wrote saying this story shouldn't have been posted in BDSM. I know that it was not representative of true BDSM which should involve consent from both partners and a caring relationship. However, there is not really a category that totally fits here on Literotica.

Hope you enjoy the second to the last chapter of this story. One more to go after this, and I will post it as quickly as I can.

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Richard and Karina luxuriated in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Finally, all the anger and bitterness between them was gone. There was only love, and that fine emotion cast a warm glow over the sated pair. Her head rested on his shoulder and one creamy thigh was draped over his darker ones. Richard idly caressed her hip and leg, enjoying the feel of her breasts pressed wantonly against his side. He must have died and gone to heaven.

After a long time, Karina rose on one elbow and looked at his other shoulder. The scar from his recent wound was red and puckered. She traced the scar with tender fingers and bit her bottom lip, as she met his eyes.

"I can't begin to tell you how glad I am that you were not killed."

Richard gave her a lazy grin. "And I can't tell you how happy I am that you did not order me shot." After a moment, he sobered, furrowing his brow in question. "But tell me, what exactly did happen on the day you left the village?"

Karina recounted for him how she had awoken in her father's house, after having been drugged, and filled in the details of the tale her father and Stuart had told her. Richard's expression turned distant, as he remembered how she had passed out the night before her 'rescue', and his mouth turned down in an angry grimace.

"Karina, I believe you were drugged, but not by me. You passed out the night before your disappearance. You didn't even wake up when I removed your dress and put you in bed, but I thought you were simply exhausted. Only two women in the village know how to mix the sleeping potion you were given. One is Fatima, who would never have drugged you, and the other is Samiya."

Karina's eyes widened, and she sat up beside him on the bed, kneeling to face him. "That bitch! That's why she was so sweet to me. I remember she brought me some tea after dinner. She must have drugged me then!"

Richard nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense. The question I have is how did she know your father and Rawlins were coming for you? Unless..." His eyes met Karina's and they declared almost in unison, "She must have been working with them!"

Richard sat up and faced Karina, bringing her in between his thighs. "That would explain how Rawlins knew all the details of our relationship. I swear Karina, I never told him anything about us. Rawlins must have gotten the details of our relationship from Samiya."

Karina's eyes narrowed as she digested that information. "I can't believe she could be so traitorous. You have no idea how much I suffered because of what she must have told Stuart about us." She shivered slightly but continued, "It infuriated him to know that I had been your mistress." She looked down at her lap, and her chin quivered slightly. "Stuart used to taunt me and say that I was nothing but a dirty little whore. Whenever he thought about you as my lover, he would get very angry. Those were the times when he hurt me the most."

She said the last words so softly that Richard had to strain to catch them. He swallowed hard as he watched her. He clasped her hand and reached out a finger to lift her chin. His eyes met hers unflinchingly.

"You have never been a whore, Karina. I forced you to become my mistress against your will. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I am the one who is ashamed of the way I treated you."

He traced her cheek with his thumb, wiping away the tears that overflowed her eyes. When he continued, his voice was husky with emotion.

"You are the love of my life, Karina. Even with Ameena, I never reached the depth of emotion you have stirred in my heart, and I don't know how I could ever live without you. When I thought you had betrayed me and that you wanted me dead...I tried to hate you, but I couldn't. There is nothing that you could do to make me stop loving you." He watched her face turn radiant at his words, and he cleared his throat before continuing. "I had made up my mind to propose to you, but you disappeared before I could get up the nerve. I want very much for you to be my wife."

Karina's eyes clouded, and she looked down at her lap again. He wouldn't want to marry her if he knew what she had done. She spoke in a whisper. "I can't marry you now. Stuart will never let me go. I'm content just to be yours, for as long as you want me."

Richard frowned and grasped her shoulders. "I won't rest until you are my wife, Karina. We belong together, you and I. I will never let you go, and I will never let that bastard you married have the power to hurt you again. I would have already killed him and been done with it, if he hadn't been unconscious when I came to confront him. It was more important to get you out of that house while I had the chance, but don't be mistaken. Stuart Rawlins will have to answer for all he's done, and I intend to make sure he suffers before he dies." The steely determination in his voice sent shivers down her spine.

"You can't just kill him. You would be executed for murder!"

Richard frowned and looked away. "Karina, there's something else you don't know." He met her wide eyes once again. "Rawlins admitted to me, on the day he shot me, that he was the one who raped and killed Ameena." Karina gasped in horror, but he continued quietly. "I guess he thought it was safe enough to tell me, since he thought I would be dead." Richard's frown was full of chagrin. "You were right all along. Your father was not the man I should have been seeking revenge against. I'm sorry . . . for everything. I'm amazed that you don't hate me."

Karina felt a wave of tenderness, and she reached out to caress his cheek. "If you hadn't made the mistake, I would never have met you." She ran a teasing fingernail over his chest with a smile. "I would never have met my hot-blooded, misguided, stubborn, magnificent Arabian Sheik, and I would never have been your sweet haremgirl." She smiled up at him, all traces of teasing fading from her eyes. "I love you, Richard."

Richard watched her in awe, hardly able to believe that she loved him. He would spend the rest of his life trying to earn that love. He raised a skeptical brow at her and grinned before hugging her close.

"Haremgirl is it now? I won't rest until you are my wife. I have a very jealous nature where you're concerned, and I won't be satisfied until you have sworn to be mine. Thoughts of your husband putting his hands on you nearly killed me." He felt her stiffen in his arms. He craned his neck to try and see her face. "What's the matter, Karina?"

Karina hid her face in the crook of his neck and gave a small shake of her head. "Nothing. Nothing at all."

Richard held her at arms length and scanned her features. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and her face was deathly pale.

"Karina, what is it?" he asked, suddenly concerned. When she remained stubbornly mute, he lifted her chin. "Look at me, Karina."

Karina opened her eyes and tears spilled down her cheeks once more. Richard felt his heart constrict as he witnessed her pain.

"Please tell me what's wrong," he whispered. "I meant what I said. There's nothing that would ever make me stop loving you. Trust me."

Karina searched his eyes, wanting desperately to believe him. She tried to turn away, but he held her chin firmly. It was obvious he wasn't going to be satisfied until she told him what was bothering her. She took a shaky breath for courage, terrified that once he heard what she had done, he wouldn't want her anymore.

"You're wrong, Richard," she whispered. "I have been a whore. Not just for Stuart, but for all his friends. They each paid him a fee to use me like a prostitute. I did everything they demanded. I let them defile me in every manner possible, and I was too frightened to even protest. I'm nothing but a horrible coward. I feel so dirty and ashamed."

She began to sob in earnest, and Richard hugged her close to his chest. He was trembling with rage. The thought of what Rawlins had done to Karina made Richard long to have the man's throat in his hands that very moment. He wanted nothing more than to strangle the life out of the slimy cocksucker!

Karina finally registered the fact that Richard was cuddling her tenderly against him while he gently stroked her hair. She could hear his heart thudding against her ear, and she began to calm. Her breath finally slowed, and she chanced a look up at Richard's face. He met her gaze, and her eyes darted away nervously.

"You must hate me for what I've done," she whispered.

"Hate you? Karina, I only hate that evil, demented bastard you married." Richard stroked her hair. "I could never hate you, Karina. You are so good and so pure and so fine that I can never be worthy of your love. I only wish I had protected you. You should never have had to suffer."

Karina squeezed him around the waist, holding on for dear life. "But can you ever look at me the same, knowing what I let those men do to me? Are you sure that you still want me?"

Richard held her at arm's length, and his amazement was obvious on his face. "Karina, you really have no understanding of the effect you have on me, do you?" When she shook her head, he rolled his eyes in obvious frustration. He cupped her cheeks and willed her to believe him as he looked deep into her eyes. "What those men did to you is unforgivable. I wish I could find each one of them and castrate them before I slit their fucking throats! But that has nothing to do with us. It has nothing to do with how I feel about you. My every happiness depends on you! Do I still want you?" He gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Want is too mild a word for what I feel. I need you, I crave you, I can't live without you."

He could still see traces of doubt in her lovely eyes. He glanced down at her nakedness and gave a frustrated groan. Taking Karina's trembling hand, Richard placed it over his rigid erection and squeezed his hand over hers. She could feel him throbbing against her palm, and her eyes widened.

"Does that answer your question, Karina? I want you so badly it hurts! I'm only amazed that you would even want me to touch you after what those men did to you."

As if she were coming out of a fog, Karina sat back on her knees to face him. She was kneeling between his thighs, and she could feel the heat from his pulsing erection against her palm. She felt a flood of relief that there were no more secrets between them. Richard loved her and she loved him. Using her body to prove her devotion seemed only natural, and for the first time in a long time, she was free from her shame.

Karina nibbled her bottom lip as she lightly raked his balls with her nail. When he flinched and looked startled, she chuckled low in her throat.

"Oh, I definitely want you to touch me," she whispered, continuing to tease his cock. She used one finger to caress the tip, where fluid was beginning to seep out of the tiny hole. Her eyes sparkled when she glanced up from beneath her lashes. "What would you like your haremgirl to do, my Sheik?"

Richard smiled lecherously down at her, letting his eyes devour her naked form. "I want you to keep doing what you're doing while I get reacquainted with these." He lightly nibbled her lips. "And these," he purred huskily, as his hands cupped her heavy breasts, lightly tracing around her nipples. The pink peaks hardened to tight buds, and he smiled as he let his hands rove down her body. "And this," his hands continued to highlight the parts he was interested in, her tiny waist, full hips, long slender legs and finally, her golden triangle of curls and the tender flesh hidden between her thighs.

By the time he had finished cataloguing all the things he wanted from her, she was trembling with need, and she pushed him back onto the pillows. She followed to land on his chest, her shimmering hair falling all around him. She lightly tickled his chest with her tongue, paying particular attention to his nipples.

"Whatever my Sheik demands, he shall have. I am, after all, your captive slave."

She quickly let him know that it was only her heart that he held captive. Their lips melded, and he eagerly traced her ripe curves as she teased him by rubbing her body against him suggestively. He slipped his fingers between her thighs to stroke the slick flesh in between, doing some teasing of his own. He grinned wickedly when she released a helpless moan and pressed against his hand.

She gave him a siren smile, as she straddled his hips. She balanced on her knees and used her hot, moist folds to tease the very tip of his straining erection.

"Have you had enough, or would you like more from your haremgirl?" she taunted, rocking her hips to torment him.

His smile was positively wolfish as he gripped her hips and pulled her all the way down onto his throbbing length, until he was fully encased in her scalding sheath. With a sharp thrust of his hips, he butted against her womb, and Karina moaned. Her teasing grin was gone, replaced by a look of stark desire.

"Not nearly enough!" he growled. He fondled her clit and grinned. "Pleasure me, sweet haremgirl!"

Karina was quick to oblige, riding him with eager abandon. She didn't rest until she had satisfied his every wish. The more she pleasured him, the greater her own satisfaction. It became a contest to see who could lavish more devotion on the other.

They finally collapsed in a tangle of sweaty limbs. Their fulfillment was bone deep, and they found the first good night's sleep since their separation, wrapped in each other's arms.

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Stuart Rawlins cracked one eye open and saw bright sun streaming in through a tiny slit between the drapery panels. It must be almost noon, he mused as he closed his eye again and stretched contentedly. He rolled over and blindly groped for Karina, but he found only cold sheets.

He opened his eyes with a frown. Where was the little slut? She was supposed to be handy when he wanted her, and she knew he always wanted her when he first woke up. His frown deepened as he remembered the previous evening. He must have fallen asleep, and he remembered ordering her to eat dinner in her bedroom the previous night. The thought of her cowering in her room, wondering when he would summon her made him grin.

He relaxed back on the pillows and folded his arms under his head. It was just as well that Karina had been given a night to sleep. He had planned another party with his friends for that evening, and he wanted her to be well rested. His evil grin widened as he remembered Karina with a cock invading every orifice and red welts covering her body. She had looked delightful with cum dripping from her face and breasts and oozing from her abused pussy. They had taken turns tormenting the little slut until they had all collapsed from exhaustion. The night had been so enjoyable, they were begging him for a repeat performance, and Stuart had promised that he would let them try some new methods of torture on his unsuspecting wife. A bullwhip might be nice. Or perhaps nipple piercing...

He stretched once more before rising to don his robe. He planned to have a steady income from selling Karina's body. Fortunately, she had once been the most sought after women in Cairo. There were plenty of men who would pay to enjoy her, and the enjoyment he got from seeing her abasement was an added bonus. He could just imagine the look on her face once she realized that the orgy the week before had merely been the first!

Stuart padded through to Karina's bedroom, intent on satisfying his morning lust. He opened her door and stood frozen in shock. Karina was nowhere to be seen! He hurried back to his room and yanked the bell pull. James appeared, looking a bit groggy.

"Where the hell is Karina?" Stuart snarled.

James' face registered surprise. "She's not in her room, my Lord?"

"Would I be asking you if she were?" Stuart yelled. "Find her! Send some men to her father's house. I'm sure the little bitch went running to her father for protection."

James scrambled to carry out his orders. Stuart slammed open the wardrobe doors and rifled through his clothes. Damn that little bitch! She would pay for her disobedience. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her, and then she would pay dearly!

**********

William Sinclair sat behind the desk in his study, not really seeing the papers spread before him. He was worried about Karina. It had been over a month since her marriage, and he hadn't even seen her during that time. He had waited patiently, not wanting to disturb the newlyweds, but he was growing increasingly anxious to see his daughter. He wanted to see for himself that she was happy and contented.

William was jolted out of his contemplation when his study door was flung unceremoniously open and his son stalked in. Before William had time to react, Stuart slammed the door behind him, shutting out the stuttering butler.

"Where is she?" Stuart growled, advancing with angry strides.

"Who? Karina?" William asked with a perplexed frown.

"Of course Karina! And don't pretend she isn't here!"

"Why would Karina be here," William demanded. "Did the two of you have a disagreement? If you've not been treating my daughter well, you will have to answer to me!"

Stuart blinked, sensing for the first time that his father had no idea what was going on. "Karina really isn't here?"

"Of course not! What has happened?"

"It's nothing," Stuart said, turning away. His mind was racing with possibilities. He had to find Karina before her father did. "We had a lover's quarrel, that's all. I'm sure she has just gone shopping or something. She mentioned something about wanting to purchase some things for the baby."

William eyed him suspiciously. "It's not like Karina to go shopping without telling anyone. But if she has, I'll find her."

William rang for the butler and gave instructions for his coach to be brought around. While he waited impatiently, he pinned Stuart with a sharp glare. "I don't know what is going on, but I am going to get to the bottom of this. I should have followed my instincts earlier. I've wondered why Karina hasn't come to visit me or her sister. You must have been keeping her away from us."

Stuart tried to allay his suspicions. "Really, sir. There is no need to get so agitated. I'm sure Karina will be home by lunch time. I'll have her send word to you."

"I hope you are right, Stuart. Nevertheless, I intend to satisfy myself that Karina is alright. And this time, I won't be satisfied until I see her in person." He gave his son another assessing glare. "You know your own way out."

With that, he left Stuart standing in the middle of the study, gnashing his teeth in frustration. Stuart slammed his fist onto the desk. Damn that little bitch! When he found her, she was going to wish she were dead!




Sweet Revenge Ch. 10



**********

A week of interminable agony passed, as William searched for his daughter. He dispatched men to search every corner of the city. They failed to find a single hint of Karina's whereabouts. It was as if, once again, she had dropped off the face of the earth.

William was insane with worry by the time he received a mysterious missive. He tore the letter open and quickly scanned the contents, immediately recognizing Karina's neatly flowing handwriting. As he read the words, he sank weakly into his chair.

Dear Papa, I'm sorry if you have been worried about me. I wrote this as soon as I was able. I am with Richard, and I have never been so happy. You can imagine my surprise when I found out he was alive. You should have told me, Papa. I would never have married Stuart had I known that Richard was alive. Anyway, that's in the past. My marriage was a dreadful mistake. Every day was like hell. I have no intention of returning to Stuart. I love Richard with all my heart, and he loves me. Although we aren't married, we are going to raise our child together. I hope that you can understand that. I know that my actions may cause you embarrassment or shame, but I have to follow my heart. Perhaps in time you can forgive me. I will send word again, but for now, please know that I am well and happy. Give my love to Elizabeth. I miss you both. Perhaps you can visit, once we are settled. It would be nice if you were present for the birth of your first grandchild...only time will tell. All my love, Karina

William squeezed his eyes tightly shut. At least one of his prayers had been answered, Karina was alive. He scrawled a summons to his son and studied Karina's letter as he waited. Stuart had a lot to answer for. He had sworn that Richard Bryant was dead, and William had been duped into believing him.

Stuart arrived, looking anxious as he was ushered into the room. "You sent for me? Have you found Karina?"

William motioned for him to sit down, and he handed him the letter. "You should read this. It has been very enlightening."

Stuart eyed him warily before turning his attention to Karina's letter. As he quickly read it, his face turned a mottled shade of red. "What the hell! I'll kill that son of a bitch!"

William studied him through narrowed eyes. "You told me you already had," he said accusingly. "You led me to believe that Bryant was dead. You even showed me a bloody scarf to prove it."

"I thought he was," Stuart growled, hurling himself from the chair in frustrated rage. He paced in a tight circle, replaying the events of that day in his mind. "I shot him. I saw him gasping for air as his blood drained out of him! I can't believe he survived! And now the cowardly whoreson has abducted my wife!"

"It doesn't sound like she's been abducted," William said quietly. He waited until Stuart met his gaze before continuing. "Karina's letter seems to indicate that she's happy to be with him. It's obvious that she wasn't very happy with you."

Stuart's fury only increased. "I might have known that you would side with your brat of a daughter. I can't believe you are defending her actions! The little slut has willingly run off with her ex-lover! Obviously, she enjoys being his whore!"

Before he quite knew what had happened, Stuart found himself flying across the room to land in a heap against the wall. His jaw throbbed painfully from the impact of William's fist, and he looked up to see the enraged man standing over him. William's face was murderous as he stared down at his son.

"Don't ever let me hear you criticize my daughter again, you miserable cur! I should never have trusted you with my daughter's welfare. Karina was right about you all along. You are a pathetic excuse for a man. Now get out of my sight!"

Stuart gathered himself up with as much dignity as he could muster. As he made his exit, William halted him.

"Oh, and there's one more thing, Rawlins. I have added a codicil to my will." Seeing the younger man's stricken gaze, William nodded grimly. "I suspected that my money was partially responsible for your interest in my daughter. But when you remained so devoted even after she had been Bryant's mistress, I allowed myself to believe that you truly cared for Karina. Unless Karina is brought safely home and I am able to ascertain that you are capable of making her happy, you won't inherit one penny of my money."

Stuart didn't trust himself to answer, and he fumed as he made his departure. He wasn't going to let his slutty wife ruin all his plans. He was too close to getting his hands on William Sinclair's fortune. He was determined to find Karina before her father did. Once he had her under his control again, he would force her to convince her father that all was well between them. Then, it would be time for William to meet with an untimely death.

***********

The next four weeks were blissful for Karina. Richard made it his first priority to buy a new wardrobe for Karina. While the sight of her dressed only in one of his cotton shirts was very appealing, he couldn't have her wandering about like that.

Her new gowns were beautiful and extremely stylish. They were modestly designed, tastefully displaying rather than lewdly flaunting her bosom. The seamstress carefully crafted the gowns so there would be ample room for growth in the upcoming months. Richard paid a hefty bonus for the gowns to be made quickly, and Karina squealed with delight when they arrived.

There were gowns of every color and description. Rich velvets, satins and silks were trimmed in costly lace and beautiful ribbons. Undergarments, slippers, and bonnets had all been made of the finest materials. It had cost a small fortune, but Richard wanted to see her well dressed. As he watched Karina preening before the large mirror he had purchased, Richard grinned. He had finally found an opportunity to spoil her.

Of all the items he had purchased, Richard considered the money he had spent on her lingerie to be the best investment. He had commissioned chemises and nightgowns of the sheerest material as well as silk stockings and lacy garters. The sight of her in those filmy creations, her body showcased in gauzy silk, brought him great pleasure and had preceded many of their most lustful interludes. Realizing his fascination, Karina found excuses to dawdle as she dressed, inwardly grinning as she waited for his control to snap. When he invariably gave in to temptation and snatched her onto his lap, she was more than happy to be caught and devoured.

They traveled to England by way of the Mediterranean, stopping at several ports along the way in Greece, Italy, France and Spain to trade cargo. They explored the various ports together, and every time her eyes lit on something she liked, Richard bought it for her as a gift.

As the days passed, her wounds, both physical and emotional, slowly healed. Under Richard's tender care, her skin took on a healthy glow, and her smile was beautiful to behold. She realized that she was no longer the headstrong girl she had been just a few months before. She was now a woman, and she was soon to be a mother.

Their baby bound Richard and Karina even closer together, and they often spoke of their hopes and dreams for the child. Karina was surprised to learn that Richard had been a father once before. Oftentimes, he would gently caress her belly. It was becoming more rounded with each passing day, and whenever Karina bemoaned the loss of her slender figure, Richard gave her an unrepentant grin and chased away her insecurities with heady caresses. She was thrilled to feel the first, faint movements of the baby she carried. She had been terrified that Stuart's brutality may have harmed the babe, but it's increasingly strong kicks reassured her.

As they neared the Straits of Gibraltar, Karina grew pensive. She realized that their idyllic time would eventually come to an end, and she was worried about what they would face in England. Sooner or later, they would have to confront the fact that she was married to another man.

One day, Richard sat at his desk working on some ledgers, while Karina sat in the window seat. She heaved a pensive sigh. Richard heard her and laid his pen aside.

"What's wrong, my sweet?"

Karina turned to face him and smiled sadly. "I'm just worried. Stuart will never release me from my marriage, and I'm afraid of what he might do to us. I'm worried that he will find us and come to take me away."

She watched Richard rise and walk to her. He knelt beside her and looked up into her wide blue eyes. When he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, his smile was tender.

"Karina, please trust me. I won't let anyone harm you again, nor will I let anyone come between us." He watched her carefully. "I am going to do whatever it takes to free you from that bastard's clutches. I won't rest until you are my wife. Besides, he has to pay for what he has done."

Karina knew that Richard meant every word, and she looked at him pleadingly. "Please, Richard. Promise me you won't do anything rash. Stuart is a member of the nobility. You can't simply kill him. You would be hung for murder! I couldn't bear it if you came to any harm because of me. I would gladly spend the rest of my life as your mistress if you would just give up this notion of revenge."

"And would you gladly condemn our child to be raised under such a stigma? Would you spend the rest of our lives wondering when Stuart Rawlins would show up with the magistrate to snatch you from my side?" Richard traced her trembling bottom lip with his thumb as he shook his head. "It's not revenge this time, Karina. None of us will be safe as long as that bastard lives."

"But Richard..."

Richard hushed her protests with a gentle finger across her lips. His eyes compelled her to understand. "I can only promise that I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe. I love you, Karina. I will do everything in my power to protect you and our child."

Karina sighed, realizing that she couldn't sway him from his purpose. If their roles were reversed, she would feel the same.

"At least promise me that you will be careful," she whispered, tracing his lips with her fingers. "I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you."

Richard gave her a rakish grin. "I promise to be careful." He rubbed his palm suggestively over her gently rounded belly. "I intend to make many more babies with you."

Knowing that he was trying to distract her from her worries, Karina tugged at her bottom lip and twirled one finger into the hair at his temple. "In that case, perhaps we should work on our technique. Making babies requires lots of practice, you know." Her lips curved into a teasing grin.

"You could be right," he said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Richard made her squeal with delight when he abruptly scooped her up and carried her to the bed. He had her undressed in a wink, and his hot lips seared her as he covered every inch of her soft flesh. Discussing Karina's marriage made Richard even more anxious to claim her as his own.

"You're mine, Karina. Now and forever, you're mine! Say it."

He branded her nipples with his fiery tongue and fierce teeth. Karina gasped and clutched him closer as he tortured the sensitive flesh. Her tension wound tighter in the pit of her belly with each sharp tug.

"Say it," he insisted, pulling even harder with his teeth. "Say you belong to me and only me."

When Karina merely buried her fingers in his hair and arched her back, he growled and switched to her other breast. He pushed her thighs wide apart and probed her sweet pussy. Her flowing moisture should have made it clear that she belonged to him, but still he wasn't satisfied. He reached deep inside her listening as her cries grew increasingly desperate.

"Say it, Karina. You're mine, say it!"

She writhed beneath him, thrusting against his hand as he stroked her. Her hunger grew more intense with each quiver of his long fingers.

"I'm yours, all yours," she gasped breathlessly. "Please..."

Sensing her desperation, Richard lifted her knees over his shoulders and plunged into her. When he was sunk to the hilt in her lush body, he shivered and closed his eyes to savor the moment. He settled into a steady rhythm of deep, evocative strokes. He renewed his coercion, seizing her nipples and twisting them until she moaned.

"Say it again," he demanded, snaring her gaze and refusing to let her look away. He steadily increased the pressure on her nipples until she complied.

"I'm yours," she cried. She caressed the back of his hands in a silent plea for more. Another sharp squeeze punctuated an even deeper thrust. "I'm yours." She repeated the words like a mantra, timing them with his powerful thrusts. "I'm yours. All yours. I'm yours. All yours. I'm yours."

With each gasping chant, his fingers grew bolder on her breasts, sending jolts of exquisite pleasure into her belly with every squeeze. With each repetition of the words his strokes grew more possessive, delving ever deeper into the welcoming haven of her body.

Richard closed his eyes and wallowed in Karina's luscious heat, plunging inside her as he listened to her breathless chant. When he couldn't hold out any longer against the raging tide, he captured her gaze and clamped down even harder on her throbbing nipples. With a final mighty stroke, he flung her over the edge, and her pussy contracted in a series of rippling waves around him. His hoarse groan mingled with her scream as he bathed her tight passage with his pulsating seed.

He lowered her knees from his shoulders but remained buried inside her as he caught and held her gaze. Her eyes told him that she had understood his message. There could be no compromise, no backing down, no slinking into the shadows. There would be no rest until he was able to claim her openly, publicly and without shame. She belonged to him, and he would do whatever it took to keep her.

**********

Richard stared out the window at Karina, as she strolled through the gardens. She was a vision in pale blue muslin. His heart swelled with protective tenderness at the sight of her gently rounded belly. She was entering her sixth month of pregnancy, and Richard felt an urgent need to make her his wife before their child was born. His lips turned down in a thoughtful frown as he turned back to face his guest.

"So, Lord Henry, are you willing to help me?"

Richard had just finished telling him everything about his relationship with Karina. He hadn't left anything out, including his own atrocious behavior in kidnapping and ravishing an innocent woman and the details of how Karina had been abused by her husband. Richard knew that he could trust Lord Henry to keep every detail confidential, and he needed to be entirely honest with him if he hoped to have his assistance.

Lord Henry pursed his lips thoughtfully. "You know that I was a close friend of your father's, and I have known you since the day you were born. I simply can't believe the way you behaved. Your father would turn over in his grave if he knew."

Richard blushed with chagrin and nodded his head. "I know, sir. A day does not go by that I don't regret my actions." His face turned a deeper shade of red. "The truth of the matter is that once I laid eyes on Karina, I had to have her for my own. I used my rage to justify my plan for revenge, and I allowed my lust for her to override my conscience."

Lord Henry released a sigh and sipped his bourbon. "Well, it's too late to change the past, but we owe it to Karina to make things right. After everything you have told me about Rawlins, I agree that we must protect her from him. Are you sure all your information is correct."

"I'm sure. Even though the man I hired to investigate Rawlins' background wasn't able to get any concrete proof, I'm sure his information is accurate. I didn't think it was possible to detest Stuart Rawlins more than I already did, but given these new revelations, there's no doubt the man is an evil monster. Hanging is too good for him."

"Yes, but you will have to be satisfied with a hanging nonetheless. I won't have you carrying out some vigilante justice and then getting yourself executed!" Seeing Richard's nod of acceptance, Lord Henry relaxed against the back of the chair. "I agree with you that we can't go through the courts. It would ruin Karina's reputation entirely and cause her even more pain. As it is, she is fortunate that these events took place in Egypt, and that no one knows she is living here with you while being married to someone else. We will have to handle this with the utmost discretion."

"So what did you have in mind?" Richard asked.

***********

Stuart Rawlins stumbled down the steps of the brothel, barely able to keep his feet steady beneath him. His night of drinking and whoring had failed to dull his frustration, and he growled fiercely as he peered into the predawn darkness for a hackney. A large black coach approached, and he hailed it imperiously. He gave the driver his address and lurched inside.

The coach rattled into motion as he wedged himself into one corner. The past month had been full of frustration. He had failed in his search for Karina. His only satisfaction came from knowing that the haughty little bitch would give birth to a bastard child!

He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his forehead, trying to ease the throbbing ache in his head. His creditors were closing in from every side, demanding payment of his debts. He had been counting on Karina's inheritance, but with every day that passed, his desperation grew.

Stuart was so caught up in his musings that he didn't notice the direction the coach had taken until it reached the docks. The stench of rotting fish reached him, and he frowned as he lifted the window flap aside. The coach pulled to a stop, and he could barely see the outline of a tall ship bobbing in the water nearby.

"What the hell is going on," he grumbled.

He reached for the door, but it was snatched open from the outside. Stuart blinked to focus his vision as he faced two burly seamen. They were both huge, with rippling muscles and legs like tree trunks. Stuart felt the hairs on the back of his neck beginning to stand on end.

"Hello Gov'na," the larger sailor said with a grin. "You are Stuart Rawlins aren't you?"

Stuart's eyes widened, as he tried to clear his brain from a drunken haze. "How do you know my name? Where am I?"

"You'll find out soon enough," the seaman said, grasping him roughly by one arm. "Come along. The captain says we're to make you comfortable below deck. Don't give us any trouble now."

"What the hell are you talking about? Unhand me!"

Stuart began to struggle, and the second sailor tapped him neatly on the back of the skull with a small wooden club. Stuart crumpled into a senseless heap on the slimy boards.

"Now look what you've done, George," the first seaman said crossly. "I'll have to carry his no good carcass!"

"Ah Mick, I'll carry him," his companion said with a nod. "It was worth it to cuff the bloody bastard."

George hefted Stuart's limp body over one shoulder, and they climbed the gangplank to the Sea Falcon. Negotiating the narrow stairs was a bit of a challenge, but between the two of them, they managed to haul their captive down to the lowest hold of the ship.

A single lantern threw some meager light onto a holding cell. The ship's hull formed two sides of the small enclosure, and the other two were heavy iron bars. There was a narrow cot along one side, and they dumped Stuart's unconscious form onto the thin pallet. They stood for a few moments, looking at his crumpled form.

"Come on," George said, nudging his friend with an elbow. "We've got work to do. We'll have to wait until we set sail before we can give this bastard a taste of his own medicine."




Sweet Revenge Ch. 10



**********

"This just came for you sir." Hamed held the missive out on a silver tray.

William Sinclair anxiously reached for the letter and tore it open. "Thank you, Hamed." He quickly scanned its contents.

Lord Sinclair, I know you must be worried about Karina. I assure you that she is happy, well and safe, but I invite you to ascertain that to your own satisfaction. To that end, I once again offer you the services of my ship, the Sea Falcon, and her crew. They will be happy to provide transport for you and Elizabeth. Karina is anxious to see you both, and I look forward to the opportunity to finally meet you. I know I have a lot to answer for, but I hope for Karina's sake, we can put the past behind and move forward. 

I hope you will accept my invitation. The Sea Falcon is scheduled to sail with the morning tide.

Sincerely, Lord Richard Bryant

There was a smaller note enclosed, and William opened it with shaking fingers. His eyes misted over as he read the words.

Dear Papa, I pray that you will accept Richard's invitation. I want so badly to see you. Please come. Love, Karina

William sat for a few moments, relieved to finally have some news of his daughter. Realizing that Hamed was waiting near the door, William quickly rose.

"Pack my bags, and have Mrs. White prepare Elizabeth's as well. We will be leaving for England in the morning."

The remainder of the day passed in frantic activity as William and Elizabeth prepared for their voyage. Elizabeth was just as eager as him to see Karina again, and the servants worked diligently to make sure all the bags were packed.

William made no effort to contact Stuart. He intended to get Karina's version of events before deciding how to deal with his son. When William boarded the Sea Falcon in the grey mists of early morning, he had no idea that Stuart Rawlins was already on board.

***********

Stuart woke when a bucket of cold, brackish water was tossed over his face. He sat up, sputtering and coughing. There was a throbbing ache at the back of his head, and he stared stupidly at the two seamen who faced him. He had a vague memory of them, but he couldn't quite remember how he had come to be here.

Realizing that he didn't know where he was, Stuart frowned and looked around. He was being held in a cell, and he was nearly certain he was on board a ship of some kind. The cell was only a few feet across in either direction. A lantern hung on a hook, spreading a weak glow of light over the seamen. They looked even more sinister with their faces largely in shadow.

"Who are you? Where have you taken me?"

The two seamen grinned, and George crossed his beefy arms over his chest. "Hello Gov'na. We were beginning to wonder if you were ever going to wake up. I thought Mick had hit you a bit too hard."

That explained the excruciating pain he was feeling, and Stuart frowned. "What the hell is going on here? I demand to be released this instant!"

"You're not really in a position to demand anything, now are you?" Seeing apprehension flooding Stuart's features, Mick grinned. "Now, take off those fancy clothes you're wearing, and let's get down to business."

Stuart turned several shades more pale as he looked from one to the other. "Are you insane? I will not. Do you know who I am?"

Mick's grin faded, and he glared at Stuart. "Oh yes, we know exactly who you are." He pulled a pistol from the waistband and pointed it at Stuart. "Quit wasting time and take your clothes off, or I'll put a bullet through your skull."

Stuart blanched even further, and he quickly removed his clothes. He stood shivering and naked before the two men.

"That's better," George growled. "Now kneel on the bed, with your face up against the wall."

"What are you going to do?" Stuart asked.

"We're going to give you a taste of your own medicine, you piece of shit." Mick picked up Stuart's cravat and tore a piece off. He shoved it in Stuart's mouth and used the rest of the cloth to secure the gag. "That's better. Now, we won't have to listen to your whining while you take your punishment."

George removed his belt and snapped the loop of leather while Mick held the pistol to Stuart's head. "Let's see how you like being whipped."

George brought the belt down with the full strength of his arm, and Stuart screamed as the leather bit into his buttocks. He would have scrambled away, but the cocking sound of the pistol halted him. He stared up at Mick with terrorized eyes.

"That's right Gov'na. You move and I'm going to shoot you. Put your hands against the wall, and take what you've got coming."

Stuart moaned but complied, too frightened to do anything else. George brought the belt down again, this time across his back. The blows fell, and Stuart screamed with each biting lash of the leather. George didn't stop until Stuart's entire backside was crisscrossed with ugly, bleeding welts and Stuart had been reduced to sobbing behind his gag.

"That's better," George growled. "Now, let's see how you like being raped."

Stuart screamed incoherently behind his gag as the two seamen pushed him face down on the bed. They used rope to tie his hands to the head of the bed, and they spread his legs and tied them to the foot of the bed. George yanked Stuart's hair and forced him to face Mick, who was holding a wooden mop.

"You'll have to settle for a mop handle, because neither Mick or I am willing to shove our cock into a sack of shit like you."

He shoved Stuart's face into the bed and planted a knee in the small of his back. Stuart thrashed around, but George held his ass cheeks apart and Mick shoved the mop handle deep inside him. Stuart screamed in agony. Mick used the mop with vicious accuracy, administering the maximum amount of pain with each thrust. Stuart thrashed and fought, crying like a baby before he finally fainted. Mick gave one final shove and left the mop handle buried in Stuart's ass.

The two seamen stood up and surveyed their handiwork. Stuart lay unconscious with a bleeding, welted back, the mop handle still embedded deep inside him.

"That's just about what Sophie looked like when we found her," George growled. "Tied facedown to that bastard's desk, naked and bleeding after he had tortured her. He just left her like that and went to have his dinner."

"And that's just what we are going to do," Mick said nodding. "Come on."



Sweet Revenge Ch. 11



Late afternoon sun streamed into the parlor through tall windows, and it cast a warm glow over the two occupants of the room. Richard sat wedged in a corner of the settee with Karina cuddled in his lap. Contentment lay like a heavy mantle around them, as he stroked her hair and placed a kiss on the top of her head.

"Ah Richard," Karina said with a dreamy sigh, "I wish we could stay like this forever."

His deep, throaty chuckle made her tilt her head to meet his eye. He ran a fond hand over her belly and grinned at her. "I thought you were anxious to birth our child, Karina. You were saying just last night that you didn't know if you could stand to be pregnant for another six weeks."

Their baby chose that moment to squirm and stretch, and they both laughed at the sight of her tummy moving beneath his palm. Karina placed a hand over his, and her eyes shone with love as she smiled up at him.

"It seems your son agrees with me. He must be running out of room in there from the way he's been kicking and squirming lately."

Richard's face glowed with paternal pride as he caressed her stomach. "You sound certain it will be a boy. Perhaps you are carrying a girl instead."

"Would you be disappointed if I were?" Karina asked with a playful grin.

His eyes caressed her face, finally settling on her lips. He kissed them lightly, nibbling and teasing until she moaned. He drew back and gave her a tender smile.

"I would not be disappointed in the least if you were to give me a daughter with her mother's golden hair and eyes as blue as the sky."

"It would serve you right if I did," Karina said, laughing lightly.

She threaded her fingers through the hair at his nape and began to spread kisses along his neck where his shirt hung open. She could feel his erection growing hard beneath her bottom, even through the layers of her skirt.

"I would love to see you fretting over your own daughter, trying to make sure some lusty man didn't steal her away and force her to become his mistress."

Richard's answering growl made her giggle. He opened the buttons on her bodice and chemise with quick efficiency while he captured her mouth for a more thorough kiss. By the time he released her lips, they were both breathing rapidly.

He gave her a wicked grin, dropping his gaze to her bosom. He spread her garments wide, and he skimmed his sun darkened hand over the ivory perfection of her quivering breasts. Karina arched her back with a moan, pressing one generous mound against his palm. Richard's grin widened, and he watched with fascination as her delicate pink nipple tightened into a puckered rose beneath his softly stroking fingers.

"Well if she is half as beautiful as her mother, I will have to keep her under lock and key until I can find a suitable husband for her."

"Where's the fun in that?" Karina asked.

She shrugged her dress and chemise off her shoulders and leaned back against the arm of the settee, knowing that her pose gave him an enticing view of her upper body. She threw Richard a sultry smile from beneath her lashes as she located the waistband of his trousers and quickly unbuttoned them. His cock sprang free, straining against the warmth of her palms as she stroked him. Richard groaned weakly, and she grinned.

Precum began to ooze from the tip of his erection, and Karina captured a drop on her finger. She met his eye as she brought it to her mouth. She licked the droplet off before sucking the entire digit into her mouth for a thorough cleaning. This time, Richard's groan sounded pained, and she giggled.

"Shouldn't our daughter be allowed to experience this much joy?" There was a sparkle of delight in Karina's eyes as she licked another drop of his fluid from her finger. "Shouldn't she get to taste the delights to be had with her lover?"

"You little vixen," Richard growled, flushing red from her teasing. He knew she had forgiven him, but he still felt embarrassed by his previous behavior and the current predicament it had placed them in. He captured her wrists and held them on her stomach as he met her eye. "You know how much I regret what I did to you. I would die before letting any daughter of mine be abused in such a way."

Karina wriggled her wrists, and he consented to release them. She cupped his cheek in her palm, and her smile was full of tenderness.

"That shall be your penance, my darling. I intend to relish watching you squirm when our daughter grows up and begins to draw men's eyes. But for now," she stretched up to kiss him, pressing her breasts wantonly against his chest, "you can make amends to me by finishing what you've started." She unbuttoned several buttons on his shirt and slid one hand inside to tease his flat nipple. Her warm breath teased his neck as she leaned close to whisper in his ear. "I'm desperate to feel you inside me."

He gave her a lopsided grin as he slipped her dress down over her hips. He pulled her pantalets down as well and dropped them on the floor, leaving her in her stockings and garters, draped sideways over his lap. He cupped her bottom and lifted her as if she weighed no more than a feather despite her swollen belly. As he guided her down onto his erection, his grin widened.

"Whatever you say, Karina. If you insist on continually reminding me of my sins, I will be forced to keep making amends."

Karina moaned her approval and tried to answer his thrusts, but she was impeded by her protruding tummy. Richard firmed his grip on her hips and nuzzled her neck.

"Relax, my angel. Let me pleasure you."

Karina melted in his embrace. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in everything he did to her. Richard used his hands, tongue, lips and teeth to lavish her with gentle devotion as he thrust into her with rhythmic strokes. When he located her clit and fondled it with his knowing fingers, she couldn't hold out any longer against the tempest of delight. She released a hoarse scream and buried her face in the crook of his neck to muffle the sound. Richard was a heartbeat behind her, and he groaned as her pussy clamped down hard on his pulsating cock, milking him with her rippling contractions.

They drifted for a space, floating on the waves of contentment that always followed their lovemaking. Richard's heartbeat gradually slowed beneath Karina's cheek, and she sighed.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too."

He tilted her head back for a kiss. Their lips had barely touched when they heard the sound of a coach rolling up the gravel drive. Karina shot him a panicked look and tried to scramble off his lap. In her awkward state, she nearly landed in a heap on the floor. It was only Richard's strong arm around her waist that saved her.

"Easy, my sweet," he said with a chuckle. "The door is locked, and we've still got a couple of minutes before anyone comes knocking."

As Richard spoke, he stood her to her feet and bent to retrieve her discarded clothes. Karina yanked them on, and her fingers shook as they fumbled with the tiny buttons and ribbons.

"Allow me," Richard said with a grin. He quickly fastened her clothes and tucked a stray lock of her hair back behind her ear. His grin widened as he took in her appearance. "Well, your clothes and your hair look presentable. I'm afraid I can't do anything about your kiss swollen lips or your passion flushed cheeks."

Karina shoved his chest with both hands, groaning in irritation when her effort didn't budge him. She glanced over him and met his eye with a haughty brow raised.

"You might want to give your own appearance some thought, sir. I believe your trousers are open, and unless you wish to advertise what we have been doing, I suggest you button them."

She chuckled as he rushed to comply. With a quick glance to confirm that Richard was decent, Karina unlocked the parlor door. By the time Harrison the butler knocked, the couple was seated demurely on the settee.

"Come in," Richard called.

Harrison opened the doors and acknowledged them each with a shallow bow. "My lord, my lady, you have a visitor. She says that she's expected."

"Ah yes, show her in at once!" Richard's face was lit with eagerness.

A curious frown furrowed Karina's brow as she turned to face him. Richard had made a point of keeping her presence in his home a secret. They hadn't had any visitors that she knew of since her arrival.

"You're expecting someone?"

Before he had time to answer, the sound of footsteps heralded the arrival of their guest. Karina turned to face the doorway, unaware that Richard's smiling eyes rested on her to see her reaction.

"Fatima!" Karina gave a squeal of delight and scrambled as quickly as she could to her feet. The two women met in the middle of the room, and they embraced each other fondly. "Fatima, I can't believe you are here! I thought I would never see you again."

"Me too, my dear. I was so happy when Rashid sent for me." She turned as Richard hugged her tightly against him. "Oh, it is so good to see you both."

"I knew you would come." He brushed a kiss on each of her wrinkled cheeks.

"I wouldn't miss the birth of your child. Of course you knew that." Fatima's eyes dropped to Karina's belly, and she smiled. "You are looking well, Karina. I don't think I have ever seen a lovelier pregnant woman."

Karina laughed with pleasure. "Thank you, Fatima." She looped an arm through the older woman's elbow and led her to the recently vacated settee. "Come have tea with us. You must be exhausted from your trip."

A maid appeared with the tea cart. Karina poured tea and served the delicate cakes as Fatima recounted recent news from the village. It was nice to hear about the people who had become her friends, and Karina listened with interest. Fatima finally cleared her throat and glanced uncertainly at Karina before continuing.

"And then, there is Samiya."

Karina stiffened at the mention of the woman's name. She set her cup down to disguise the trembling in her hands and met Fatima's eye. "Oh? Is there news of her as well?"

Fatima nodded, a hard glint in her usually soft brown eyes. "When the villagers found out what she had done, they were ready to tear her apart, limb from limb. Amir was very level-headed about passing sentence though." Fatima gave a brief laugh as she remembered. "He offered her a choice. She could be banished into the desert, which would likely mean death. Of course, Samiya, being the selfish bitch that she is, begged for mercy. She groveled at Amir's feet, pleading with him and saying that she would do anything he asked of her if only he wouldn't banish her. So, Amir granted her mercy." 

Fatima giggled, catching Richard's curious eye. "What was Amir's alternative?" he asked, already beginning to sense that he would approve.

Fatima smiled, letting the suspense build just a bit longer as she looked first at him and then Karina. "After Samiya had sworn that she would abide by his judgment, Amir pronounced that she must marry Jafar."

Her statement was followed by a brief moment of silence before Richard burst into laughter. Fatima joined him, and Karina looked back and forth between them, wondering what was so funny.

"I don't understand," Karina said. "Who is Jafar?"

Richard sobered just long enough to answer her. "Do you remember the huge, hulking man who lived on the very outskirts of the village?" He saw she didn't recall and continued to describe him. "He is well over six feet tall and he must weigh between three and four hundred pounds. He can't even sit a horse because he is too heavy."

"And he always smells terrible because he refuses to bathe," Fatima added with a chuckle. "He has rotting teeth, and he is so ugly that even a mother would have trouble loving his face."

"I remember him," Karina said, beginning to see the humor. "If I recall correctly, he had a wife who died, leaving him alone to raise their six sons."

"Seven," Fatima corrected her, "and they are very naughty. They have been running wild since their mother passed away, and Jafar has been anxious to marry again. He always had an eye for Samiya. Unfortunately for him, she never would give him the time of day." Fatima started laughing again. "Of course, given the circumstances, Jafar magnanimously agreed to accept Samiya as his wife."

"Poor Samiya!" Karina said with feeling and joined them in a hearty howl.

Fatima finally managed to catch her breath enough to say, "No one saw her for weeks after they were married, because she was so busy entertaining her new husband and trying to keep up with his rowdy children. And now, she is carrying child number eight, and believe me, she looks much worse for wear! I don't think Jafar intends to let her go very long without a child in her belly. I assure you, her punishment was far worse than being banished!" All three erupted into laughter again.

When their chuckles finally subsided, Fatima gave Richard an assessing look. "Oh yes, and there is one more bit of news." Seeing that she had his interest, Fatima continued. "Before I left Cairo, I heard a rumor that four British noblemen had been attacked in their homes. Apparently, a band of men broke into each of their bedrooms in the middle of the night. They were castrated and beaten."

Karina gave a shocked gasp. She looked at Richard, remembering what he had said about the men who had raped her. He showed a sudden interest in his tea cup, as he kept a carefully blank expression. When he spoke, his voice was remarkably calm.

"Did the authorities make any arrests?"

"Before they even had any suspects, more rumors began to circulate that the men had been participating in acts of depravity. It seems the men had been abusing innocent women and holding indecent parties. Everyone in polite society was shocked and disgusted by their actions. When public opinion began to turn against the men, the authorities dropped their investigation into the attacks."

Richard squeezed Karina's hand, and she realized for the first time that she had been gripping her cup until her knuckles turned white. Their eyes met briefly before she dropped her gaze to her lap.

"It sounds as if they must have abused the wrong person," Richard said quietly. The look in his eyes made Karina shiver slightly. Sensing her unease, he gave her a smile, and the deadly look evaporated. "Fatima, I'm sure you would like to rest and freshen up before dinner. I'll show you to your room."

***********

Later that night, Karina and Richard lay in bed. She was cradled with her back against his chest, and one strong arm was wrapped protectively over her belly. They had enjoyed a pleasant evening with Fatima, but Karina couldn't get their earlier conversation out of her mind. She caressed his arm and turned to look at him from over her shoulder.

"You didn't seem very surprised by Fatima's news about those men. Did you have something to do with what happened to them?"

Richard met her gaze, trying to read the thoughts in her beautiful eyes. "Would you think less of me if I did?"

Karina turned in his arms to face him. She cupped his cheek and gave him a lingering kiss, full of devotion. When she looked at him again, her eyes were brimming with tears.

"No, my love. They got what they deserved. And I am relieved to know they won't be able to continue abusing other women. But it makes me afraid of what other actions you might have taken in my defense."

Richard stroked her hair back from her face and traced his thumb over her cheeks, wiping away her tears. "Karina, I gave you my promise that I would be careful, and I have been. I vow that you and I will marry and grow old together. I want nothing more than to hold you like this when your golden hair has changed to silver and our children have grown to have children of their own. I am not going to do anything to jeopardize that future, but if I don't take action, that future will never be secure. Stuart Rawlins will always be a threat to us, standing like a ghost to cast his shadow over everything we do."

She knew with sudden certainty that he had already set other plans in motion. "What are you going to do?"

Richard closed his eyes briefly before once again meeting her searching gaze. He didn't want her to worry, but he knew he had to be honest with her. "I am going to free you from your marriage. I leave for London tomorrow morning. I'm glad that Fatima arrived so that you won't be lonely while I am away."

Karina gasped and shook her head. "But Richard, you can't go now! Can't you wait until after the baby is born?"

He placed a finger over her lips to still further protests. "I won't be gone long, Karina. A week at the most, and I will be back. When I return, I intend to have a special license so that we can be married. I don't want our child to be born as a bastard."

Seeing her confusion, Richard sighed. He didn't want to tell her too many details about his plan, knowing that she would only worry more.

"I sent for Stuart weeks ago, Karina. He is due to arrive in two days, and I intend to confront him once and for all. He has to answer for all the crimes he has committed. If everything goes well, he will be out of our lives forever."

Seeing her bottom lip trembling, he tilted her face up for another kiss. He pressed his forehead against hers, feeling the soft fall of her breath on his face as he met her watery stare. "Trust me, Karina."

Karina couldn't speak around the lump in her throat, so she merely nodded. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly to her. Several minutes passed while Richard stroked her hair and her back. His hands eventually drifted down to cup her buttocks. As his caresses grew bolder and more insistent, she could feel his cock growing hard against her thigh.

Karina looked up at him with one brow raised in question. "Isn't your lust ever satisfied, my love?"

A slow grin spread across his handsome face as he eyed her naked breasts. "How can it be, when you always tease me with your luscious body?" He cupped her breast in his palm and groaned with delight. "My God, Karina. You grow more beautiful each day." 

Karina giggled and kissed his neck. "You must be blind. I think what you meant is that I grow fatter each day. If my belly gets any larger, you won't be able to make love to me anymore."

"There will always be ways that I can make love to you, my angel." Richard's voice was a husky whisper.

He kissed his way over her breasts, stomach and inner thighs before he reached her core. His tongue seared her and his teeth tormented her. He licked and nibbled every dewy fold as he worked his way to her clit. He teased it with his tongue, alternately suckling and nipping the tiny bud. Using two fingers, he located the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her snug passage and pressed. Karina rewarded him by moaning and arching her hips toward him.

Richard settled in to feast, inwardly smiling at her sighs and gasps of pleasure. His fingers quivered inside her, winding her tension ever tighter as he worshipped her body. He loved her tangy taste, and he savored every drop of her essence, but his gratification was a secondary goal. He channeled every ounce of effort into pleasing her, and he wasn't satisfied until Karina was writhing in desperation, frantic for release.

"Richard," she sobbed, "please!"

He enveloped the swollen bud and suckled hard, plunging his fingers inside her slick heat. Karina screamed, locking her thighs around his head as her world careened. Richard soothed her with his tongue, gently lapping at her juices as her sweet cries of pleasure drifted over him.

When her thighs finally relaxed, he kissed his way back to her mouth. She could taste her own musky flavor on his tongue, and she moaned. Richard turned her in his arms until he was once again snuggled against her back. The heat of his erection scalded her bottom, and she gasped when he lifted her leg and plunged into her pussy without warning. She pushed back against him to take him deeper, and he growled his approval.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 11



He possessed her with bold thrusts while his hands explored her breasts and her clit, still throbbing from his earlier attentions. He took her higher with every stroke, until she was breathless and gasping, clinging to him as her only anchor. With a final surge, he sent her soaring, and his hoarse cry hung in the air as he toppled after her.

When Richard finally withdrew from her, he kept her snuggled securely against him. Karina listened as his breathing slowed and his heartbeat returned to a steady rhythm. She knew from the lax weight of his arm across her middle that he had drifted to sleep. She lay awake for a long time, staring into the darkness and praying that everything would go according to his plans. She didn't think she could live without him.

**********

William and Elizabeth Sinclair disembarked from the Sea Falcon and were directed to a waiting coach. As they rolled through the crowded London streets, William noticed that the coach was luxuriously appointed, rivaling the quality of the finest coach he owned. It was obvious that Richard Bryant was not interested in Karina for her inheritance.

The coach carried them to the fashionable Mayfair district, and the driver stopped in front of a stylish townhouse. William and Elizabeth were admitted and shown into a parlor off the main entry hall. They didn't have long to wait before Richard appeared in the doorway. He eyed them warily as he closed the doors behind him.

"Good afternoon Lord Sinclair, Miss Sinclair." He bowed to each of them. "Welcome to my home."

William acknowledged him with a stiff nod of his head. "Bryant. Where is Karina? I want to see her immediately."

Richard's mouth twisted into a slight grimace, and he came to stand in front of the pair. "Karina isn't here, sir. She is at my country estate. Won't you have a seat?" He gestured to two comfortable chairs, and Elizabeth sank into one with a murmur of thanks.

"No, I will not have a seat. I want to see my daughter, so if you will please instruct your coach to be brought around again, we can get underway." William's face was flushed an angry red.

Richard took a deep breath and cleared his throat. "Sir, we have many things we need to discuss." He glanced briefly at Elizabeth, giving her a pained smile. "Miss Sinclair, perhaps you would like to see your room and rest for a while. I'm sure you must be weary from your voyage."

Elizabeth rose and turned to her father. "Perhaps it would be best..."

"Elizabeth, stay where you are. I am not going to let you out of my sight while we are in this man's home. He's already shown that he cannot be trusted." He glared at Richard as he spoke.

Richard sighed as he pulled the reins tight on his own temper. After all, he couldn't blame Karina's father for being angry. Richard took a deep, steadying breath and met the older man's eye.

"Sir, most of the things we need to discuss are not fit for your daughter's ears. However, if you insist on airing them in front of her, I will." He raised one brow and waited for William's decision.

William peered into Richard's eyes, probing the green depths to determine his intent. He could see only honest sincerity, but he was not inclined to trust the man who had abducted his daughter twice. He narrowed his eyes, and glanced at the French doors that led out into a surprisingly large garden at the back of the house.

"Elizabeth, since the weather is so nice, perhaps you would like to explore the garden. I'm sure you would benefit from the fresh air."

Elizabeth glanced between them before nodding at her father. "Yes Papa." She gave Richard a small curtsy. She had read her sister's letter, and she knew Karina loved this man. He couldn't be all bad. "It was nice to have met you, Lord Bryant."

Richard bowed. "The pleasure was mine, Miss Sinclair."

As Elizabeth passed by him, she gave Richard a wink and a grin. He blinked with surprise, but otherwise kept his face carefully blank. It appeared that Karina's sister sympathized with his cause.

When Elizabeth had closed the door behind her, the two men faced each other again. They each stood rigidly, each trying to assess the other's thoughts. Richard finally broke the awkward silence.

"Could I offer you a drink, sir?"

"Forget about the niceties, Bryant. State whatever it is you need to say. Then, I demand to be taken to see Karina. I haven't had a moment's peace since you kidnapped my daughter and forced her to become your mistress. Your actions have been entirely despicable, and I am tempted to beat you to a bloody pulp. You have ruined my daughter's good name and stolen her virtue."

Richard flushed red, but he held the other man's gaze without flinching. "Sir, I am guilty of all of your accusations, but never question Karina's virtue. She is the most virtuous woman I have ever known. My only goal in life is to ensure that no one ever hurts her again. I can't change what I did in the past, but I can go forward doing everything I can to assure Karina's best interests are protected."

William scoffed and turned away. "You have a funny way of carrying out that goal! Do you suppose it was in Karina's best interest for you to come between her and her husband?"

Richard's voice shook with barely contained rage as he gave his quiet answer. "I do when that bastard was abusing her. When I found Karina, her entire body was covered with bruises. I can barely even conceive of the evil behind the things that animal did to her! To this day, she is terrified of her husband."

William snapped around to face him, searching his eyes for signs of the truth. He paled as he thought about his own doubts concerning his son. While he had suspected that things were not perfect in his daughter's marriage, he had never thought that she was actually being physically abused.

"Be careful, Bryant. It is easy to make accusations when the man accused is not present to defend himself. After everything you have done, how do you expect me to believe you over my son?"

Richard came to stand directly in front of the older man. "I don't, sir. I intend to give you the opportunity to judge for yourself when I confront Stuart Rawlins. That bastard has a lot to answer for, more than even I was aware of until just recently."

"And how do you expect for him to answer your charges when he is still in Cairo?"

"He's not, sir. He arrived on the Sea Falcon along with you and Elizabeth. He is being held as a prisoner until tomorrow, when he will have to answer for his crimes once and for all."

William's face showed clear shock at that. "You really would stop at nothing to have my daughter, wouldn't you?"

Richard's lips quirked into a sad smile, and he held the older man's gaze. "I love Karina, sir. I would willingly die to protect her and the child she carries. Feel free to direct your anger and condemnation at me. I have earned your hatred. But flawed as I am, Karina loves me. If you really care about your daughter's happiness, you will at least give me the chance to prove that I speak the truth."

Several long moments passed, and only the ticking of the mantle clock broke the silence. Richard's voice was full of quiet urgency when he continued.

"Lord Sinclair, both you and I have failed to protect Karina in the past. Neither of us can change our mistakes, but we can work together to ensure Karina never has to suffer again. I love your daughter, sir. I only want to make her happy."

A long moment passed as the two men assessed each other. William finally heaved a weary sigh and sank onto one of the comfortable chairs. "You had better get me that drink you offered, Bryant. I have a feeling that I am going to need it."

************

Stuart Rawlins was led from his cell on board the Sea Falcon. He trembled with fright as he walked between George and Mick, the two seamen who had been his jailors for the past few weeks. The two sailors had not physically abused him since that first night, but they seemed to delight in reminding him of the experience. The thought that they could repeat the torture at any time kept Stuart in a constant state of fear.

The weeks he had spent as a prisoner had been like pure hell. Stuart didn't know where he was or what was to become of him. The thought that he might never escape filled him with despair. He couldn't face the prospect of spending the rest of his life in some dingy prison, terrified of what his guards might do to him.

Mick shoved Stuart into the center of a tiny cabin and closed the door. Stuart cast nervous glances at the two grinning seamen, wondering what they intended.

"Take off your clothes," Mick ordered, crossing his beefy arms over his chest.

Stuart blanched and shook his head weakly as tears began to roll down his cheeks. The last time he had been forced to strip, the two men had whipped him with a belt until his back was a bloody mess. Then, they had raped him with the handle of a mop. He had spent every day since then recovering from the pain. The thought of going through that again reduced him to a blubbering, trembling coward. Stuart dropped to his knees and clutched at Mick's thighs, rocking on all fours as he begged for mercy.

"No please. I'll do anything you want, just please don't hurt me."

Mick exchanged a glance with George before replying. "Get up, you pathetic sack of shit. We're here to clean you up before we take you ashore."

For the first time, Stuart glanced around the cabin. There was a small wooden washtub already filled with steaming water, and soap and towels were laid out on a stool next to the tub. The thought of bathing for the first time in weeks distracted him from wondering what awaited him ashore, and he quickly stripped and stepped into the tub.

Even the two hulking seamen standing watch failed to diminish the pleasure of the hot water washing away his grime. The welts on his back had healed, leaving only pale stripes to mark him, and the water was a soothing balm. Stuart would have stayed in the water indefinitely if his guards hadn't hurried him along. He rushed to wash his hair before rinsing and drying with one of the fluffy towels.

Stuart was surprised when they provided him with clean clothes to wear. Although the garments weren't his, they fit relatively well. The clothes obviously belonged to a nobleman. The shirt and pants were made of fine materials, and they had been sewn with attention to every detail. The shirt was loose around his shoulders, and the trousers were a couple of inches too long, but otherwise, the clothes fit him well enough. Stuart rolled the pant legs up so he wouldn't trip over them and donned his own boots.

"Come on," George said gruffly.

They led him up a narrow flight of stairs onto the ship's deck. Stuart squinted at the weak, setting sun. He wondered once again where they were taking him, but he held his silence. He had learned that trying to pry information from the two men was a useless endeavor.

They shuffled him down the gangplank and into a waiting coach. He settled onto the seat, and they took their places in the opposite seat as the conveyance lurched into motion. The pistol that George held trained on his chest kept Stuart from attempting an escape. He wondered why they hadn't bound his hands or feet. He bided his time, hoping for a more favorable opportunity. He sat quietly, anxiously wondering what the two men had in store for him.

By the time the coach wended its way through the congested dockside streets to their destination, the sky was dark as pitch. The two seamen grasped his arms, and their firm grips may as well have been iron manacles as they led him into what looked like a large warehouse. Stuart darted nervous glances around.

The interior of the building was dim and full of shadows. Massive wooden crates were stacked nearly to the ceiling, and a narrow row of windows ran along the walls near the roof. A handful of lanterns hung from beams overhead, and they illuminated a large open space in the center of the warehouse. George paused to lock the door behind them, and he dropped the heavy key into his pocket. Stuart gulped, realizing that there was no other exit from the building, at least none that he could see. The possibility of making a dash for freedom would have to wait.

Their footsteps echoed off the wooden floor, as the seamen led him to a lone chair in the middle of the room and pushed him onto the seat. They leaned against nearby posts, keeping watch over him as the moments ticked by in tense silence. Stuart could see the look of expectancy on their faces, and he began to tremble. They were obviously waiting for someone else to join them.

Although it was only a few minutes, it seemed like an eternity before Stuart heard the lock clicking open, and he whipped around to see who entered. When Richard stepped through the door, he shot out of his chair. For the first time since his capture, anger and hatred overrode his fear.

"You fucking bastard," Stuart snarled. "You are responsible for doing this to me!"

Richard eyed him coldly before turning to relock the door. "Indeed. And anything that has been done to you is not nearly enough to punish you for your evil deeds. That's why I am here. It is time for you to finally pay, Rawlins."

Richard approached and the two men stood glaring at each other. While Stuart was trembling with rage, Richard stood calmly.

"Where is Karina? I demand to see my wife!"

Richard raised one haughty brow, and his lips tightened into a thin line. "Karina is safe from you. She will never have to set eyes on you again."

"She is mine! I own her. You have no right to keep her from me!"

Richard crossed to a low table that sat against one wall and flipped back a piece of cloth. Two gleaming swords lay side by side on the table top. Their cold blades winked menacingly as Richard lifted them and held them up, one in each hand. He turned toward Stuart and gave him a mocking bow. He tossed one of the swords toward Stuart, and it clanged loudly on the wood as it landed near his feet. Stuart's mouth hung open, and he was momentarily stunned speechless.

"I would have given you a pistol for this duel, but we've already established that your aim is as weak as your character," Richard taunted.

Stuart gnashed his teeth as he bent to retrieve the sword, and he eyed the two seamen who still stood nearby. It felt good to have a weapon in his hand, and he weighed the sword, testing it for sturdiness and balance.

"We can switch swords if you don't think yours is worthy, Rawlins. But either way, let's get to this, shall we? If you want Karina, you'll have to kill me to have her."

Stuart shot Richard another glare, and his lips curled into a sneer. "What difference does it make, Bryant? Even if I were to best you, I'm sure your men would shoot me."

Richard turned to the two sailors. "Leave us. You can return to the ship." He waited until they made their exit. They locked the door behind them, and Richard turned to face Stuart. "Unlike you, I am a man of my word. If you win this contest, you will go free. It's just you and me now. I am all that stands between you and the door."

Richard held up the remaining key to the locked door, and then replaced it in his pocket. Stuart's mind raced as he considered the possibility of freedom. Bryant was reputed to be a skilled swordsman, but Stuart had trained with a sword since his childhood, and he had never been beaten in combat. He was chomping at the bit to kill the man responsible for ruining all his plans and causing him such pain and suffering.

Stuart began unbuttoning his shirt, and he shrugged out of it as Richard did the same. Richard moved the chair to one edge. The two men approached the center of the room and stood facing each other, hatred and anger evident on both their faces. They were well matched, their torsos and arms rippling with muscle. They touched their sword tips briefly before Stuart launched his attack.

The sound of clashing steel echoed in the rafters as the two men tested each other, looking for weaknesses. The blades flew in a blur of latent power, and each slashing pass was met and deflected.

"Did you learn your skills with a sword from your father, before he decided to make your younger brother his heir? It must have been painful to have your birthright stripped from you."

Stuart looked momentarily startled. He roared with anger and tried to jab Richard in the gut, only to have him jump out of the way. "How did you know about that? I've never told anyone that I was the eldest son."

"I know many things about you, Rawlins." Richard executed a quick series of slashes to throw the other man off guard. "I know that you murdered your own parents and tried to kill your younger brother so that you could inherit your father's title and estates. Too bad your uncle suspected that their deaths were not accidental and took your brother under his protection, or you might have succeeded."

Stuart's face simmered with hatred. "They deserved what they got. My mother was a slut that spread her thighs for anyone wearing breeches! She bedded so many stable lads that my brother could have been anyone's brat. Still, my father favored him over me. He never believed that I was his son. He denied me what was rightfully mine!"

"So you killed them," Richard growled. He thrust several times in succession, forcing Stuart to leap back to avoid being cut. "You killed them out of greed!"

"I killed them to claim what was mine!"

Fury and desperation fueled Stuart's strength, and he wielded the sword with renewed vigor. Sweat streamed down his face, back and arms as he slashed and parried. His eyes gleamed with anticipation when Richard retreated several steps. He pressed his advantage, forcing Richard to give even more ground.

"So what was your excuse for killing my wife? She didn't have anything that belonged to you." Richard's voice was gravelly with suppressed rage.

Stuart couldn't resist the urge to taunt his nemesis. "I didn't mean to kill her. I was enjoying fucking her so much that I guess I got a little carried away." He saw the hatred flaming in Richard's eyes, and he needled further. "I enjoyed hearing her moan like a whore while I used her."

Stuart jumped backward with a yelp to avoid Richard's flashing blade, and his cocky expression faded as he focused on defending himself. 

"Yet, you made sure I would think that William Sinclair had raped and murdered my wife," Richard said quietly, forcing Stuart to retreat a few more steps with his slashing blade. "Why did you do that?"

Stuart was breathing hard as he dodged to avoid the tip of Richard's sword. "I wanted Sinclair to need me. I was hoping to stir up enough trouble that he would turn to me for help in controlling the Arabs. I knew if I made myself indispensable, he would force Karina to marry me."

Richard raised a mocking brow. "And then you could get your hands on his fortune, isn't that right, Rawlins?"

Stuart's narrow eyed glare embodied evil, as he nodded slightly. The muscles in his arm were burning with strain, but he boldly pressed another attack.

"That's right. I won't be satisfied until I have every penny of Sinclair's money. Of course, amusing myself with his daughter while I plan how I am going to kill him is just an added bonus. You should have seen Karina on our wedding night! She begged for mercy while I raped and beat her. I've never seen a haughty bitch transformed into such a sniveling coward. I can't wait to see her expression when I catch up with her and drag her back home."

"You're the only sniveling coward," Richard growled.

Richard's voice was low and deadly, and Stuart felt a presentiment of danger tickle up his spine. Richard tossed his sword from his left hand into his right and swished it through the air. The tenor of the fight changed dramatically. Suddenly, his attacks were faster, his parries conducted with ease. Stuart began to feel the first pangs of real fear as he struggled to keep up. Richard used his blade to slice Stuart's chest in a dozen places, leaving tiny oozing cuts.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 11



"You bastard," Stuart hissed, noticing the other man's even greater prowess with his right hand. "You tricked me."

Richard's low chuckle held no amusement as he sliced Stuart's arm above the elbow. "I think one cut for each bruise you gave Karina would be fitting justice, don't you think? She had hundreds when I found her under your tender care."

Stuart screamed in agony as Richard opened another long gash across his abdomen. He shot panicked glances into the shadows, suddenly desperate to find an escape. Richard sliced his cheek open to regain his attention.

"No escape for you, Rawlins. This is to the death, remember?"

Stuart howled with frustrated rage and launched a last desperate attack, hoping he could slash his way free from his tormentor. Richard countered his strokes, and with one mighty swipe, he flung Stuart's sword across the room. It landed near some crates with a loud clang. Stuart would have run to retrieve it, but he came to an abrupt stop when Richard pressed his blade against his throat.

Stuart's eyes were wide with terror. He sank to his knees, sobbing like a child. "Please," he gasped. "I beg mercy, please don't kill me."

Richard stood panting over him, filled with disgust. "Have you heard enough?" he asked quietly.

Stuart glanced up, confused by the question. From the corner of his eye, he saw movement, and he swung around to see several men emerging from behind some nearby crates. William Sinclair led them, followed by three men he didn't recognize. Stuart gave a startled gasp as his younger brother emerged last.

"What is going on? Who are you?" Stuart's panicked gazed settled on each of the unknown men, trying to determine whether he knew them. They were all strangers to him.

"I am Lord Henry, and these are Lord Thatcher and Lord Devlin. We are all judges, appointed by Her Majesty, Queen Victoria. The circumstances in this case, where the subjects of three of Her Majesty's most loyal families were involved in a scandalous web of murder, rape, kidnapping and deceit, are quite unusual. Not wishing for the innocent victims to suffer undue harm, the Queen granted us special powers to conduct a private investigation and pass sentence on those guilty of these crimes."

His gaze settled like a heavy weight onto Stuart's head. "We have all just heard you confess your guilt, Lord Rawlins. Our judgment is unanimous. For your crimes, we sentence you to be hung by the neck until dead."

"No, please," Stuart wailed. He threw himself at Lord Henry's feet and began to grovel. "Please, I was lying. I didn't do any of those things. Please, I'm innocent!"

Lord Henry gestured with his hand and several soldiers appeared. "Lock him up. His execution will be carried out tomorrow morning at dawn."

The soldiers dragged Stuart out of the warehouse. They shoved him into a prison coach, but his pleas could be heard until the conveyance rolled away into the night. Lord Henry turned to face Lord Matthew Rawlins, and he grimaced.

"I am sorry that you had to witness that, Lord Rawlins. I felt that for the sake of impartiality, a member of the accused's family should bear witness to the proceedings."

Lord Rawlins heaved a sigh and massaged his forehead as if a persistent ache had begun behind his eyes. "It was difficult to watch, but I am glad to finally know what really happened to my parents. They supposedly drowned in a boating accident, but my uncle was always convinced that Stuart had something to do with their deaths. He took me under his care and sent Stuart away to a boarding school. He was determined to protect me in case his suspicions were correct. Given what we learned today, I owe my uncle a debt of gratitude for saving my life."

"Indeed," Lord Henry said quietly. "Please give my respects to your uncle. I hope to see him in London during the coming season."

"I will." With a final nod to each of them, Lord Rawlins made a dignified exit.

"Well, that leaves only one loose end to our case," Lord Henry said. He turned to face Richard, and he gave him a stern look. "Lord Bryant, to the charge of kidnapping Karina Sinclair, how do you plead?"

Richard met his gaze calmly. "Guilty, your honor."

Lord Henry turned to William and raised one brow. "As the girl's father, do you have anything you want to say to the court before we pass sentence on this man, sir?"

William looked at Richard for a long moment before turning back to face the judge. "Yes, your honor. Due to the seriousness of Lord Bryant's crimes against my daughter, I ask that you pass a life sentence on him." He faced Richard again and saw how tense the younger man was. William's face remained stern, but the corners of his mouth twitched ever so slightly. "I ask that you sentence him to a lifetime as my daughter's husband...if she will have him, of course."

Lord Henry was having a hard time keeping his own lips in a straight line, but he gave it his best effort. He exchanged glances with the other two judges and saw their subtle nods. "Very well, we sentence Lord Bryant to a lifetime of marriage to Karina Sinclair Rawlins. We command you to marry the girl as soon as it is legally possible to do so."

Richard turned to William and clasped his hand in friendship. His face was beaming with joy. "Thank you, sir. You won't regret entrusting your daughter into my care."

"I had better not, Bryant. If I hear of you mistreating her in any way, I will call you out for a duel!" His eyes were twinkling with humor. "Of course, I will remember to use pistols and not swords!"

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Epilogue 

Richard and Karina's wedding was a quiet but happy affair. Surrounded by only their closest family and friends, the couple exchanged vows that bound them together for life. In the week leading up to the wedding, Richard and William had developed a strong friendship, and all the bitterness and anger from past mistakes was abandoned. The two men were united in their purpose of ensuring Karina's happiness.

Karina was radiant. Her swollen belly did nothing to detract from her beauty, and everyone agreed that she was the loveliest bride they had ever seen.

Richard and Karina had to wait to celebrate their honeymoon. Their son, Brendon William Bryant came into the world, squalling and pink and four weeks early. He looked like a tiny miniature of his father, and Richard beamed with pride. The sight of his son nursing at Karina's soft breast filled him with joy, and he sent silent prayers of thanks into the heavens.

William and Elizabeth couldn't bear to be apart from Karina for long. They decided to move back to England, and Karina was ecstatic to have them nearby. Fatima returned to the village, promising to visit again in a few months.

Life settled into a relaxed routine. Richard was happy to be home, managing the estate he had missed. Karina took on the role of wife and mother with ease. She managed the household with gentle efficiency, and the servants loved her.

While the days were full and happy, Richard and Karina lived for their nights together. It was in their bedroom, behind a locked door, that Richard became her Sheik and Karina became his sweet haremgirl.

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Author's note: I hope you have enjoyed this story. I am not sure what my next project will be...perhaps I will revisit the characters in Trailing Home. I feel an urge to write the stories of how Liam's older brothers met and married their spouses. We'll see how much time I have this summer. In the meantime, I hope you are enjoying playful days and long, steamy nights with your lover. Life is too short not to be someone's sweet...

Haremgirl:) 



Sweet Revenge Ch. 1



John felt the pressure building in his loins and began to plunge harder and faster into Karen's warm depths. He lowered himself until her breasts were mashed against his chest, hot against his skin. Her erect nipples tracing lines up and down his chest as they bounced with their bodies' rhythmic movements. Karen began to cum again, clenching her legs together tightly. As he felt her muscles spasm around him, John growled out loudly and thrust fiercely one last time at her sweaty body. The remained locked in that pose, both arching their backs for a long silent moment. 

Karen felt her sopping pussy fill suddenly with jet after jet of jism. As she tensed her muscles thick streams of white cream spurted out from between the lips of her cunt and the man's throbbing penis. Then, coming down from that intense high, they both collapsed in a heap of exhausted flesh. Every fiber of muscle spent, they lay there gasping, their sweat mingling and dripping to the already moist carpeting. 

To Be Continued...



Sweet Revenge Ch. 2



This is my first erotic story. I'd suggest reading part one first. Any comments and criticisms are encouraged so I can improve the writing. Please do email me if you have any feedback. That said, enjoy...

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John groaned and rolled off Karen's limp body. Trying to catch his breath, he crawled up and slumped into the couch grimacing as he felt the wetness of Karen's juices on the cushions. For what seemed like a long time neither of them spoke. Then Karen rolled over quietly unto her stomach and turned away from him.

"I don't know who you are," she began, "but please don't hurt me. I've never had an experience like that...such intense orgasms. But I'm scared." Her voice was muffled a little partly because she was facing the carpet instead of towards him, but John could hear her tone cracking a bit as her lips trembled. "Who are you?" she asked.

"What does it matter to you? All you rich folk are the same anyway. You only think of yourselves, driving around in your fancy cars in your thousand dollar shoes looking down on those of us that actually work for a living..."

"What makes you think I'm like that?" Karen asked, a hint of indignation creeping into her voice.

John felt his blood beginning to boil again. "What am I supposed to think? You only ran me into a ditch some miles down the road and didn't even stop to see if I was okay. Hell, you probably didn't even notice."

"I'm sorry," Karen flushed in embarrassment, "I didn't notice. I've had a long week. Meetings with bankers and all for some small real estate purchase my family wants to make in the valley. I'm not even important enough to work on the 'real deals'; they just send me on little errands here and there. I was drinking tonight. I shouldn't have been driving." She hung her head and sobbed quietly. "I'm so sorry, I can't do anything right."

"Well, I don't know about that. You seem to be doing okay tonight." John said quietly. He noticed that she blushed even redder and he smiled to himself. "I'm not done with you yet, Karen. You still have some making up to do."

"Just don't hurt me please." Karen put her hand on his lap.

"I won't hurt you, as long as you do what I say." John shifted his legs and his cock sprang into view. Still glistening with their combined juices its turgid flesh throbbed slightly in the night air. "Take it in your mouth, gently." She moved between his legs and began to lick his shaft slowly leaving trails of warm saliva. She grimaced briefly at the salty sweetness of the juices and realized that she could taste herself on him. Strangely, she found that this dirtiness only excited her more and she began to suck at him with renewed vigor. His head lolled back again as he savored the warmth of her mouth cradling her bobbing head gently in his hands.

Some minutes later, John stood and bent Karen over the couch. She moved at his touch, neither saying a word. Biting her lip in anticipation, she spread her legs a bit letting her knees settle in the thick carpet comfortably. She felt his large member brush against the backs of her thighs and reached back between her legs to guide him to her wet entrance. Still dripping with their love nectar she was slick and ready. John pushed in slowly and firmly sank his cock to its hilt on the first stroke.

"Mmmm." Karen moaned as John took hold of her hips and began to pump long slow strokes into her depths. She felt filled to the brim each time he buried himself and then a longing emptiness as he pulled out. Her pussy lips stretched in and out with his thrusting shaft and soon they were both grunting in pre-orgasmic pleasure.

A few minutes later Karen lowered her head into the cushions, grabbed the couch back and began to scream in a wrenching orgasm. John slowed his pace to match each crashing wave of pleasure rippling through her body and each time he felt them begin to subside, he increased the tempo again to a feverish pace sending her over the brink again and again.

After a while, the screams began to falter. Her throat ragged and her breathing shallow, Karen lay limp on the couch, her breasts brushing back and forth over the soft cushions as John continued to pump in and out of her. Feeling entirely spent; Karen had little energy to mumble in pleasure as she sank into an orgasmic bliss. Still murmuring to herself, she almost didn't notice John pull out completely. In fact, she was almost unaware of anything in her surroundings but jerked upright suddenly when she felt an intrusion of a different sort.

His fingers slippery with her cum, John inserted his index finger gradually into her tight ass. "It's going to be a night of firsts, Karen." He felt her tense in surprise and a muffled yelp told him that she hadn't been expecting this new sensation. Her butt muscles clenched tightly around his finger. "You'd better relax or this is going to hurt," John said in a matter of fact tone.

Karen had long ago resigned herself to her fate this night. She wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing happening anyway and she didn't really have time to make up her mind because there was a twirling finger coated with her own cum buried deep in her ass. And like everything that had happened so far she found this provocative, intrusive and she hated to admit it but pleasurable at the same time. So instead of objecting as John expected, she whispered, "Please go slowly...I don't know if I can do this." At this he noticed that she relaxed a bit and his finger wasn't in a death grip anymore.

John's jaw dropped to the floor and blinked several times as he digested this. When his wits regrouped he realized that he must have looked pretty funny with a dazed look on his face and a finger stuck in her ass all the while his rampantly hard cock waving in the breeze. He looked at Karen again and saw the fear and excitement in her eyes. Without further hesitation he slipped his cock into her pussy a few more times to coat it with her slick juices and then brought the head to her puckered ass opening.

Karen felt a firm pressure at her virgin ass and cringed in fear. As John eased his enormous cock into her she felt like she's was being ripped in two. There was a sharp pain at first and she gritted her teeth and grunted loudly trying to lose herself in the sensation without falling unconscious. She almost immediately became aware of a tingling pressure that steadily increased as the intruding cock plunged slowly deeper and deeper into her anus. Coated with her cum it wasn't painful anymore but she felt overwhelmingly filled and her pelvic region practically vibrated with this new sensation.

Not stopping until his balls dangled against her wet pussy-lips, John sheathed himself completely in her incredibly tight ass. Waiting a few moments for her body to adjust to this re-plumbing, he slowly began to rock back and forth relishing the snug slippery walls of her rectum gripping his veined shaft.

"Oh my.....oh....ahhm..." Karen cried out as she reached down to her sopping pussy and twiddled her fingers over her swollen clitoris. "Oh yes, fuck my ass!!" she yelled in a lusty primal voice. And then she shuddered in yet another orgasm surrendering her last shred of dignity in favor of unbridled and unabashed carnal desire.

Enjoying the thought of this rich brat impaling herself on his cock, John took hold of her hips firmly and began to ram himself hungrily in and out. Unable to control himself, he felt a building climax and his movements took on a fevered pitch and he slammed his meat over and over into Karen's butt, her muffled squeals of pleasure music to the beat of slap-slap sounds as his pelvis pounded her ass cheeks. Karen had lost count of orgasms and was barely conscious when she felt one last unbelievably deep thrust from behind and then a splurting hot sensation deep inside her as John emptied load after load of sperm before collapsing on top of her. From sheer exhaustion they both passed out and the only sound for a long time was their ragged breathing. Their sweaty bodies locked together half on and half off the couch, they slumbered blissfully through the rest of the night with streaks of cum dripping down both their thighs.

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Sunlight began to tinge the clouds shades of orange and glint off dewdrops on the leaves of the tall pine trees that cradled the lonely cabin in their evergreen embrace. Birds began to call out to each other creating a twittering background to the hubbub sounds of police cars and assorted vehicles pulled along the side of the road outside. Red and blue lights flashed alternately illuminating the woods with their harsh colors. Police officers milled about, taping off the accident scene and looking over the edge shaking their heads at the smoking carnage below.

John bolted upright as a loud knock resounded in the small cabin. Karen mumbled sleepily and rolled off him curling up into a ball on the couch. He look down at his lap and grimaced at the cum trails dried on his legs. In fact, there was cum everywhere on the couch, on the floor, even on the coffee table. Knock, knock, knock the sound startled him out of his reverie. Confused, he tried to make up his mind about what to do. "What the hell am I going to say?" he wondered quietly. A third series of knocks ended abruptly with footsteps around the porch out front. Still not sure what to do, John lay back quietly and watched the silhouettes walk back and forth attempting to peer through the dust caked windows. He held his breath and a minute or so later, the footsteps began getting softer as they faded into the distance. Getting up from the couch, he padded over to the window and rubbed the dust off a small spot.

Over the next couple hours, he watched the police clean up the area and pack things up. After the last squad car had left and all the vans with their crime-lab equipment pulled away, he finally relaxed and the incredulity of the situation hit him. "What am I doing?" he thought to himself. "Now I'm kidnapping someone..." he groaned and held his head in his hands rocking back and forth slowly.

Karen woke and looked over at her captor. "I'm thirsty," she said softly.

"I'm sorry...I think. I've never done anything like this before. It all happened so fast and I don't know how one thing led to another..." he stopped abruptly. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway in front of the cabin arrested their attention. Dropping his voice he looked at Karen and asked, "Are you going to do anything stupid?" She shook her head emphatically. Satisfied that she wasn't going to scream for help, he pointed out the small refrigerator in the kitchen and moved back to the window, watching out the corner of his eye as she wrapped herself in her jacket and limped over to get something to drink. Turning his attention back to the window, he watched as a late model, black Porsche came to a stop outside. The driver's side door opened and an attractive young brunette stepped out. Looking up and down the road she shook her head before walking up the porch stairs and knocking on the door.

Karen and John locked gazes for a few seconds, he put a finger to his lips then moved over to the door and opened it a crack. The brunette looked him up and down before speaking. "Hi, my name is Brandi. There was an accident last night up the road and I was wondering if you knew anything about what happened. The driver was a friend of mine...they think...they think she's dead." This last part cracked up a little as the young woman began to sob. John looked at the porsche and noticed that she had driven up here alone. He opened the door wider.

"Come in," he said smiling. The day had just taken on a whole new dimension.

**Please email any comments/critique, thank you!!**



Sweet Revenge Ch. 3



First, I apologize for the delay of the third installment. Thank you all for you patience and encouraging email. This is my first erotic story. I'd suggest reading part 1 and 2 first for this to make more sense of course. Any comments and criticisms are encouraged so I can improve the writing. Please do email me if you have any feedback. That said, read away...

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Brandi's legs buckled slightly as she stepped out of her black Porsche. The heat coming off the hood of the car shimmered dimly in the late afternoon air. She hadn't slept at all the previous night and the long drive up the mountain road had been tiring and emotionally draining as she envisioned the horrific fate of her friend. Steadying herself, she straightened her rumpled clothes and walked towards the humble cabin she had parked in front of, not more than two or three hundred yards down the road from the accident scene. "Everyone's gone already," she muttered to herself, noting the absence of the police and emergency vehicles. "I hope someone's home. Maybe they know what happened...," she wondered out loud, reflecting on the events that had led to her arrival in this backwoods location.

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The meetings had gone on all day long and it was clear that nothing was being accomplished. Brandi made eye contact with Karen across the expensive oak table and nodded towards the white-haired banker sitting at the head of the table. Karen nodded in understanding and cleared her throat noisily. The hum of conversation died down slowly. "It's obvious that this deal was a lot more complicated than anyone expected so I suggest we table the issues in question and break for the weekend. Hopefully everyone can get a bit of rest over the weekend and come in Monday ready to settle on an arrangement that is satisfactory to both parties." She looked back at Brandi. "And maybe I can call home and get someone to help me out of this mess that I've made," she said under her breath. She watched as Brandi smiled and then turned her attention to the attractive and well built young man who had been serving them coffee since after lunch.

As the room emptied out, Brandi brushed up behind the man. "Hi there, I'm Brandi."

A few minutes later, Karen slumped back in her car with a bottle of vodka swiped from the meeting room bar. "That conniving bitch..." she growled quietly as she watched Brandi giggling in the arms of the young waiter as they made their way to her parked Porsche. "She's going to leave me to sort out this mess."

Karen's silver Mercedes tore out of the parking lot shortly with tires squealing in protest. Oblivious to this little tantrum, Brandi stayed locked in a long kiss with her night's entertainment. Anticipation in the air, they walked over to her car and pulled out of the lot heading towards the Hilton a few blocks down the street.

Brandi picked up her keys at the front desk, holding on to the young waiter's belt buckle. She could tell that he was enjoying her sensuous control. As soon as they got into the elevator they locked in each other arms in a passionate fevered kiss. She could feel his throbbing manhood through his black pants. "Not too big," she thought to herself, "but he's enthusiastic enough to make it worth my time –I hope." This last she added to herself knowing her own voracious sexual appetite. The elevator doors opened on the 41st floor and they moved over to the penthouse main doorway still locked in each other's arms. Fumbling with the keys and their clothes at the same time, they fell into the large well-appointed suite. Not bothering to shut the door, Brandi unhooked the man's belt and pulled out his cock. Then, cock in hand she led him to her bedchambers.

She knelt in front off him and kissed his glistening cock. It was only a bit over 3 inches long fully erect and not very thick so she was able to swallow it with ease. Without warning she took the entire length into her mouth and began sucking in earnest. He arched his back and began groaning in pleasure. Knowing exactly what she was doing, she began bobbing her head faster and faster over his cock taking it all in and then almost all the way out while twirling her tongue. Heartbeats later he reached out and held her head. "Slow down, I'm going to lose it…" he began to protest. Flicking his hand away, she held his buttocks in her hands and sucked his entire shaft into her mouth in one quick motion. Then she deviously tickled his balls with her tongue and was rewarded with warms streams of cum hitting the back of her throat as the waiter came. Quietly, she swallowed his cum and then looked up at him in disappointment as his now limp cock slipped out of her mouth. His eyes were glazed over with pleasure which quickly turned to a near panic look as he realized that it had only been a minute since they had arrived in the room and the sex starved woman kneeling in front of him was about to throw him out and start prowling for a partner with more staying power.

"Well, what are we going to do now Speedy?" Brandi said quietly, driving the guilt home. Now the poor man would be totally in her power, to use and abuse and eventually lose as was her all too familiar pattern. It was a ploy she used often, to play on a man's insecurities to encourage them to want to please her, to somehow make up for their perceived shortcomings, to live up to her expectations. Little did they know that she would milk them for what they were worth and then discard them like a used tissue when the next potential interest crossed her path.

"I – I'm sorry. I couldn't help it," he stammered obviously a bit flustered, just the way she liked her men.

"Well, I'm going to let you try to make up for it. I'm more than a bit disappointed," Brandi replied. Thus spoken, she dropped her skirt and lay back on the bed revealing that she wore no panties and her bald pussy was already dripping in anticipation. "Lick me," she said with authority, while drawing his head between her legs. Eager to please, the waiter began to whirl his tongue over her wet pussy-lips drinking down her juices. Eyes half closed in pleasure and smiling smugly, Brandi settled her body for a long gratifying ride.

The waiter was eager but inept. After nearly two hours of licking at her pussy and clumsily nibbling on her throbbing clitoris he had only managed to give her two or three small orgasms and Brandi began to drift off in a lazy sleepy haze. It seemed that every time her body began to build up for a real orgasm he would do something that broke the rhythm and suddenly she found herself sputtering in frustration. The young man stopped his ministrations and looked up at her expectantly, three-inch cock in hand, hard and rearing for another shot at her sweet wet shaved pussy. The words to throw him out were on her lips when the irritating ring of the phone on the nightstand jolted them both out of the semi-sexual mood. Thankful for an easy excuse to break off the disappointing tryst she pushed her ham-fisted lover to the floor and flopped over the bed to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" Brandi answered.

"Hello is this room 798? Ms. Brandi Marshall?" a hotel operator asked.

"This is she," she replied coolly.

"Please hold." There was a pause and a click as the call transferred. "Ms. Marshall?"

"Yes?"

"Ma'am I'm afraid I have some bad news for you." The caller proceeded to explain that he was a police officer at the scene of an automobile accident and that the plates of the car were registered to a charter luxury sports car rented in her name.

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Brandi knocked on the door of the small cabin. She was cold and tired and very frustrated. She had spent the last few hours driving this lonely mountain road in the middle of nowhere trying to find the accident scene that the police officer had called her from with no success. Well, she would have been here sooner had it not been for the fact that she had gotten miserably lost in her frantic rush in the first place. Now she shivered in the cold mountain air and wondered what had become of her young and troubled colleague, Karen. She knocked again, louder this time.

There were some slow footsteps and then the door opened a crack. A rugged looking man stepped into view slowly, his well-muscled arms barred her way though she sensed nervousness but there was no malice in his silent gaze.

"Hi, my name is Brandi. There was an accident last night up the road and I was wondering if you knew anything about what happened. The driver was a friend of mine…they think…they think she's dead," Brandi nearly broke down crying right there in front of the stranger.

He glanced over at her car and then at her. A soft smile played over his sun beaten features. "Come in," he said in a deep tone. The door swung open.

Brandi stepped in and the man closed the door behind her. She looked around and took in the sparse yet well kept cabin. A shadow in the kitchen area caught her eye. Curious she moved closer to get a better look. The light from the kitchen window played over the shadow revealing a very tired looking and very naked Karen. Relief flooded Brandi as she rushed over and embraced her friend apparently back from the dead. "Karen!" her voice breaking under the strain of emotions and confusion she was feeling. "But they told me no one could have survived that accident. And then I couldn't find the place and I got lost…" her voice trailed off as she looked her friend over again, this time she was a bit more observant.

Karen's eyes were red like she had been crying and yet she didn't look unhappy. Here she was in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with a total stranger standing not ten feet away and stark naked in his kitchen and it didn't seem out of place for some reason. Karen's full breasts heaved with each breath, dark brown nipples erect in the cool dim light. Her well toned supple body was hunched over a bit as though fatigued and yet she had a satisfied afterglow like that of a cat that had just swallowed a plump mouse and curled up for a well deserved nap. Her luxuriously blonde hair was disheveled and between her strong thighs there were trails of dried…

"Cum!!" Brandi said loudly. Karen jumped at the sudden outburst and then swiftly attempted to cover herself up as if abruptly realizing her nudity. Brandi whirled around and faced the strange man who had until now been standing silently in the living room watching the two women's strange reunion. "What the hell is going on here?" She asked in a demanding voice. Her heart began to beat faster and she flushed realizing that the sight of Karen live and unhurt was overwhelmingly relieving but there seemed to be something more. The sexual frustrations of the night before coupled with the stress of the emotional roller coaster she had been riding all day was mixing with the charged atmosphere of the cabin. The room began to wobble and Brandi gulped air like a fish out of water. She reached out for the couch and heard Karen cry out as if from a distance as her legs collapsed from underneath and the floor suddenly came rushing up at her.

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Faces blurred into view slowly. Brandi gradually felt the feeling return to the arms and legs. She looked up into the deep brown eyes of a stranger. "Ahh!!" she exclaimed and started in surprise. This sudden movement crunched her forehead squarely into the strangers face and he yelped in pain crashing backwards into the coffee table beside the couch she had been lying on.

"Brandi!!" A familiar voice shrieked in alarm. Brandi turned and saw Karen, now dressed in an overlarge terry bathrobe, racing from the bathroom towards her. The strange man groaned and rolled over in the shattered pieces of the coffee table. "Brandi, it's okay. It's okay," Karen said as she took her in a relieved hug. "You were out for some time. We were worried." After settling her in the couch, Karen helped the man back to his feet and brushed off pieces of glass from his clothing. "This is John."

Brandi and Karen sat on the couch and a sheepish John pulled up a chair opposite the two young women. "Listen, I know this is getting weird but I'm not going to hurt either of you." He said in a level voice. "While you were passed out," he began, looking at Brandi, "Karen and I had a talk about things."

Karen held Brandi's hands. "He saved me from the wreck. He brought me here and…" her voice trailed off for a moment, "and at first I thought he was going to take advantage of me. But I realized that I wanted him as much as he wanted me. Neither of us realized what was happening, like we were in a weird and wonderful lusty dream." Karen's eyes moved to Johns and locked. An outside observer may have thought that there was love and affection in that look at first but upon closer inspection would only see the unbridled lust of two intense lovers brought together by chance and bonded by desire. Brandi saw that look. The little flame that had been burning inside her for days now flamed forth into a raging burning ripple of lust that brought goose bumps to her skin and a flush to her face. She suddenly became intensely aware of Karen's proximity and the sexual energy that pervaded the quiet cabin.

Throwing caution to the wind, Brandi stood up suddenly and walked over to where John was sitting. "Well, John, I suppose I should thank you for saving my best friend's life. Though from what I gather, it seems you did much more than that." She looked back at Karen and saw a twinkle in her eyes that she had never noticed before. A moment passed in silence between the two. John gulped audibly. And then it was over. Something had been decided, and now things where moving forward.

Brandi began to turn slowly. With each revolution she seemed to pick up an unheard beat that she began to dance to. Slowly she continued to turn until she locked eyes with John again. This time, there was no alarm, no confusion. There was a clear and very deliberate intent burning in her eyes. John sat back in wonder. This whole situation was most definitely taking on a life of its own. Never one to argue to with fate or luck, he settled himself and watched Brandi as she began to strip bits of clothing from her lithe supple body.

Karen began to squirm. Brandi's little show was turning her on and she realized that all this time she had hated her colleague's sexual antics was really a result of her wishes to be as expressive and explorative of her own sexuality. And now more than ever, she was acutely aware of that blossoming desire within herself. The two women were strikingly different though. Karen was a natural blonde with white gold locks of thick luxurious hair that fell past her shoulders. She was built on a tall strong frame with large breasts, a trim torso and muscular shapely legs. Brandi was more petite. Thin and slender, her body was that of an athlete. Brandi's breasts were smaller but because of her lean build looked generous. Her stomach rippled with muscles as she gyrated hypnotically in front of John. She had long coltish legs that moved gracefully with her slow teasing dance.

John flushed and felt his penis begin to grow into an uncomfortable bulge in his pants. Brandi noticed too. He looked over at Karen who seemed to be enjoying the show as much as he was. This was exciting beyond anything he had ever experienced before. Still in a dreamy dance, Brandi reached down and took hold of his belt buckle, undoing it leisurely. She unbuttoned his thick flannel work shirt and caressed his chest and shoulders as she eased it off him. Then she stepped back and unclasped her bra letting it fall to the side. Her breasts heaved with each breath and the cool air puckered her pinkish nipples. Clad only in a white bikini panty she drew John to her and kissed him passionately. He was a bit surprised at her fervor but kissed back with growing need and desire. She broke the kiss and began kissing and nipping at his neck and shoulders.

Brandi reached down between John's legs and cupped his growing manhood. Her eyes opened in surprise when she realized that the shaft was already longer than her palm. A twinkle in her eye and a smirk was her only other reaction. She looked back at Karen to okay the next stage of her "thanks". Karen smiled back at her lustily and shrugged out of her oversized terry robe, slowly spreading her legs and touching herself. She settled in to watch this erotic dance play out as Brandi slopped John's belt through the loops on his work pants. She unbuttoned and unzipped it then let it fall to the floor. John watched quietly, obviously enjoying the role of seductee that he was playing. Brandi pulled down his boxers and sat back on her legs to marvel at the sight before her.

Already glistening with precum, John's large cock stood at half salute already nearly 8 inches long. Its thick veined shaft began to harden in anticipation. Brandi barely held herself in check, wanting to jump on this strange man and satiate her starving pussy in wanton abandon. But Brandi was no amateur, a shrewd businesswoman by trade and an exhibitionistic sexual predator by night, she felt up to the challenge. In her years, she had many men. Though none had been so blessed by such an endowment she figured that all the same tricks applied, simply on a larger scale. This being decided in a few heartbeats, she took the growing cock in hand and began hungrily sucking at its mushroom head. John leaned back and grunted in pleasure.

Brandi licked at lapped at John's cock, slathering it with saliva and tasting his salty sweet juices on her tongue. She relished each ridge and vein as much as the sound of his guttural sounds of pleasure. Unconsciously falling back to old habits, Brandi began to pick up the pace taking more and more of his throbbing cock in her mouth. Being no stranger to this particular art of love, she arched her head just right and allowed the turgid flesh filling her cheeks to pass gently into her throat. Her breathing automatically began in a rhythmic pattern to coincide with the thrusts of cockmeat in and out of her throat.

John and Karen both watched in admiration and wonder as more and more of his large shaft disappeared into Brandi's mouth. John had never experienced a sensation like this. His rod was sinking in to a warm wet mouth and there was a tickling sensation on the underside of his cock as it slid back and forth over Brandi's wet tongue.

Brandi reached into the tiny patch of fabric that covered her dripping pussy and began to stroke herself, heightening her own desire. Karen was barely able to watch the show as her eyelids drooped as waves of pleasure washed over her in masturbatory bliss. John savored the unique feeling of this woman's throat and felt himself building to a climax. Sensing this, Brandi abruptly pulled her head back until just the tip of his dick rested in her mouth and sucked hard for a second. John's legs tensed at the sudden change in rhythm and he was barely able to check his balance before Brandi, to his and Karen's amazement, dropped her head completely over his entire rigid cock. Like a magicians disappearing act, the shaft vanished into her hungry mouth and her tongue tickled at his tight ball-sack. John exclaimed something incomprehensible in surprise and sudden overpowering pleasure as he came spurting jet after jet of cum deep in Brandi's throat. She reached back and held unto his buttocks and sucked for all she was worth. The suction pulled at the entire length of his buried shaft and John experienced an unexpected elevation in his orgasm. After what normally was the point where his climactic feelings began to ebb he felt himself cross a threshold of pleasure as he began to cum again even harder.

Brandi's lungs burned for air and John's legs buckled under him. He fell backward into the chair his saliva coated cock wildly streaming cum in the air. Brandi gasped for air as gobs of jism splattered on her astonished face and heaving breasts.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 3



Expecting to wait a few minutes for John to recover, Brandi was taken aback when he got to his feet and took hold of her arms lifting her from her haunches. He kissed her fervently as he lowered her to the floor. Before she knew what was happening he moved between her coltish thighs and brought the head of his still rigid wetly glistening cock to her sopping pussy-lips. Pausing a heartbeat to rub the meaty knob a couple times over the length of her cunt to confirm her wet readiness, he placed his brawny arms on either side of her prone body to brace him and thrust in a few inches. The generous girth of his shaft pushed into her lubricated love-tunnel easily filling her up. She closed her eyes and groaned in delight. Shifting her pelvis slightly to accommodate the large visitor she savored the sensation of being filled to the brim as John began to mine her depths sinking an inch deeper with each plunge.

Karen watched in voyeuristic glee as John so totally dominated her normally predatory friend. Fingering herself in rhythm to their movements, she enjoyed small orgasms every few minutes as the show played on before her.

At eight inches, Brandi eyes flew open in surprise. Already deeper by an inch than any man she had ever been with she realized with growing fear that John still had more to bring to the table and she wasn't sure she'd be able to handle this particular transaction. John slowed his movements to a crawl not going any deeper. He was plowing new ground now, virgin territory, an irony considering Brandi's promiscuous nature. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you," he said in a soothing voice that trembled only slightly with his aching primal need to fuck this daring beauty into erotic oblivion. Instead of taking the wind from his sails as he expected, the powerful climax earlier only fueled a raging burst of sexual energy deep within him and that driving need was tearing at the reins of self control urging him to completely consume the woman beneath him in carnal flames.

Still a bit hesitant, Brandi bit her lower lip and nodded ever so slightly. Almost immediately she felt John pushing forward and deeper into her. She closed her eyes and clenched his arms tightly as he sheathed himself fully in her pussy. Their pelvises rocked back and forth as he humped her. Not really withdrawing much, he bumped up against her over and over again. Never having felt so filled up before, Brandi began to cum mightily. "Ahhhhh," she cried out in a long drawn out wail.

As John felt the rippling muscles of her cunt caress him in the waves of her orgasm he released all control and began pounding at her in a mad frenzy of pent up lust. Their screams and groans and grunts and moans mingled with the background noise of Karen's self-pleasure in a sweaty symphony of animal abandon.

Brandi lost track of orgasms and her sense of place and time blurred in a hazy half dream of orgasmic bliss as John's unrelenting hammering continued on as he built to what he felt was going to be an all powerful climax that would empty his whole being into the semi conscious beauty that was mumbling incoherent words of joy punctuated by his hell bent thrusting.

Karen closed her eyes in a final orgasm shuddering with the sensations as she watched John begin to reach his peak. He buried himself into Brandi one final time and stopped in that pose with his back arched and her legs askew like a misshapen rag-doll. After an eternal moment of indescribable ecstasy, a sound escaped his lips that began as a low growl that escalated to a scream of sheer satisfaction and ended in a gasp of release. And then he flopped over unto Brandi's exhausted form entirely spent.

***

Morning found the three lovers entangled in the heap they had managed to drag themselves into on John's small and modest bed. A confused pile of legs and arms, they groaned in reluctance as the first rays of sunshine spilled through the dirty windows to illuminate the love nest they had made of the cabin.

Dragging themselves from bed, they headed one by one to the bathroom to refresh themselves. Someone made coffee and Brandi threw together a simple but delicious breakfast which they all consumed hungrily in silence. After the dishes were put away and they could lower their aching bodies into the comforting embrace of each other's arms and the couches cushions, they began to talk.

And they talked for hours about each other's lives and backgrounds, their wants and desires, fears and needs. They soon found that they clicked together like long lost friends and not the total strangers that they were 48 hours ago. John voiced his concern about his wrecked truck and possible closure of the farm he worked at. Much to his shock and disbelief it was revealed that the deal that Karen and Brandi were working to close included the purchase and redevelopment of that farmland's acreage.

Karen and Brandi's firm now contracts John as a consultant. The contract terms are indefinite and require lots of hands on work on his part. But John doesn't seem to mind the labor and when asked about all the closed-door meetings he has to endure with Karen, Brandi and an occasional high-powered female client, he always replies that he does his best to be up to the task.

The End? 

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