68 comments/ 304059 views/ 52 favorites Danielle's Revenge By: damonX I felt groggy as I slowly drifted back to consciousness. I was a little confused and glanced around to try and get my bearings. I was in a room, sitting on the floor against a wall. I tried to move my hands but, found them tied behind me. It didn't take me long to notice my legs were tied as well. I looked around the room. It looked as though all the furniture had been taken out, with the exception of a couple chairs. there was also a large blanket spread out on the floor. I could make out the faint sound of a woman singing to herself. The singing got louder and louder, and soon my wife Danielle walked into the room. "Hi, hon. I see you're up." My eyes widened in amazement. My new wife was wearing a the little white lace bra and panties that she had worn on our honeymoon just weeks ago. She also had on, the thigh high stockings and high heels she had worn. Her hair was done up and she was putting on the earrings her mother had given her as a wedding present. She looked amazing, and my dick immediately began to get hard. I was excited! Had she planned this out for me? "Danielle, what's going on?" I asked, groggily. "Well, dear. I'll tell you what's going on. You are a cheating bastard." The calmness of her voice made me uneasy. "What are you talking about?" "Don't try to lie," she replied. "Michelle told me what you and her did." "Oh, that was a long time ago! We weren't even engaged yet!" "You really shouldn't have done that." "It was a mistake. I'm sorry." "I'm afraid that's just not going to cut it." she said. I started to get worried. "What are you going to do?" I asked. "I'm going to teach you a lesson. I'm going to do exactly what you did. The only difference is.. You are going to watch me!" "No! Honey, please! We can work this out." Danielle walked over and shoved a gag in my mouth. "There. I think I've had enough of your talking. You just sit back and watch your sweet little bride get her brains fucked out." Just then, a man walked into the room. He was wearing only a pair of shorts. I started to struggle against my bonds in futile. "This is Ramone," Danielle said. "Isn't he sexy.?" With that she walked over and gave the man a long, deep kiss. I could see her tongue entangling with his in a lustful, wet dance. She pulled away and smiled at me. "I have to admit that when I first saw Ramone, it made my pussy wet! I knew I just had to have him inside me." I wanted to scream at her. I wanted to call her a whore, but the sounds that came out were muffled by the gag in my mouth. Ramone was smiling at me as he reached down and grabbed my wife's ass. Danielle gave a little giggle and brought her hand up to the bulge in his pants. "Oooh, he's getting nice and hard for me. And I'm all wet for him. Maybe he would like to eat my little wet pussy, just like you licked Michelle's?" Danielle was having way too much fun with this. I couldn't believe how vindictive she could be! I watched helplessly as my wife took the strange man by the hand and lead him over to where I was sitting. She laid down beside me and spread her legs. "Okay, baby do your thing." Danielle was looking up at me as Ramone positioned himself on the floor between my wife's legs. He then kissed her right below the knee. She quivered at his touch and I knew she was very turned on. He started kissing her thigh, working his way up. My wife started rubbing herself through her tiny lace panties. When Ramone reached the top of her leg, he planted his mouth down around her pussy, sucking at it through the fabric of her panties. I couldn't believe what was happening! "Oh my god!" my wife moaned. "His mouth feels so good!" I looked down at her with contempt. She just smiled and pulled her panties to the side, exposing her shaved, pink pussy to her new lover. Right away he dove in, licking and sucking he clit, before pushing his tongue up inside her. "Fuck that feels good!" Danielle exclaimed. "His tongue is so long. I can feel him so far inside me. He's way better than you are. Do you like seeing your wife get her pussy eaten?" Ramone placed his hands under her thighs and lifted her legs up into the air, raising her hips off the ground. His face then dropped lower and Danielle went wild. "He's licking my asshole now baby! Fuck does it feel good! Did you do that to Michelle? Oh my God!! I feel so nasty. I can feel his tongue in my ass now! He's fucking my asshole with his tongue!" I certainly was not enjoying my wife's play by play. It was bad enough seeing her with another man, but her constant talking was driving me crazy. She never talked dirty with me at all, and to hear her say those things with another guy was torture. "Ooh yeah. That's it! Eat my pussy and my ass! Oh my god! Fuck yes! Put your finger in there!" She turned her head to me once again. "Do you see how much he's turning me on? He's got me so wet and horny right now, I'll do anything he asks. Anything!" Ramone was pushing my wife's knees up around her head. Her little body was almost bent in half and from that view I could actually see him going to work on her. He had a finger buried in her ass, and his tongue was a frenzy of activity, licking her pussy. "Oh fuck, " she moaned. "I want to suck your cock! Bring that cock over here and let me have it." Ramone, quickly undressed and positioned himself over my wife's prone body. Swinging a leg over her face into a 69 position. From my position I could see his balls, ass, and his long thick cock hanging dangerously close to my wife's mouth. "No you're going to watch me suck his gorgeous dick," she said, reaching up to grab a hold of his ass. Danielle then pulled him down into her waiting mouth. I was fuming at seeing my bride take his dick into her sweet little mouth. The mouth I kiss every day before I go to work! I struggled against my bonds, again to no avail. Danielle was moaning uncontrollably around his cock, as he ate her out from the other side. He was actually pumping downward, fucking her face as she lay there. When she pulled his tool from her mouth it was glistening with her saliva. She pushed it aside and attacked his balls, licking and sucking. "Do you see me suck his balls honey? Do you see what a good little ball licking cock sucker your wife can be?" As much as Danielle was infuriating me, I couldn't help but get turned on. If she acted like that with me I probably never would have cheated on her. As she continued to suck Ramone's dick, my thoughts drifted back to my experience with Michelle. It certainly wasn't worth this humiliation! The sex wasn't even that good. "I'm going to cum soon." Ramone's voice brought me back to reality. "Quick, get up then," Danielle said. "I want my husband to see you cum all over my face!" The man hopped up to his feet. My wife scrambled to her knees and took his bulging cock in her tiny hand, stroking and sucking it. Ramone started to groan and grabbed her by the back of the head. "That's it baby! I'm your little whore! Cum all over my slutty face!" Danielle looked over to me as she spoke. Her face was pulled right back however, as Ramone fired a large blast of white cream across her lips. "Oh yeah", she yelled, licking her lips and opening her mouth for more. The rest of his hot cum was deposited nicely in her mouth, with a little escaping and running down her chin. As she pulled herself away, she crawled over to me. She was about six inches from my face when she opened her mouth to show me her handiwork. I could see her twirling the thick jism around with her tongue, savoring it all. With a smile, Danielle then closed her mouth and gulped it down. "Mmmm, Yummy," she said as she wiped a bit from her chin nd sucked her finger clean. "Was that nasty enough for you dear? No? Well don't worry. Ramone and I are going to get a lot nastier than that." Ramone grinned. Danielle looked back to him. "Aww, his beautiful cock is all soft now." She said in mock sympathy. "I guess I'll have to get it nice and hard again." My wife waved him over. He strolled over and Danielle asked him to get on his hands and knees. I was wondering what she was going to do. Ramone got down on all fours with his ass facing me. Danielle crawled up and placed both hands on his tanned ass cheeks. "Doesn't he have a nice ass?" she asked me. "Look how firm and sexy it is." She then leaned over and kissed him on the ass cheek. "You know honey, Ramone is so hot I'd do anything he wanted." I was starting to get scared. "It felt so good when he was licking my asshole, I think I should return the favor." I tried to scream "NO!" but I was muffled by the gag in my mouth. I watched as my wife lowered her face, stuck out her little pink tongue and touched his asshole with it. All the while, he eyes were transfixed on me. "Does that feel good baby?" she asked him. "Uh huh." "Tell me you want more. " "Lick my ass you little slut!" I couldn't believe I was sitting here watching some guy call my wife a slut while she licked his ass! I swore I was going to kill him! "Ooh, did you hear that hon? He called me a little slut. And you know what? I am. I'm his little slut and I'm going to stick my tongue up his ass." She spread his cheeks and buried her beautiful face in his ass, licking away. He was moaning and I could see his cock start to get hard again. "I bet you wish this was you don't you?" Danielle said pulling away again. I bet you would like me to lick your ass, but you know what? It's never going to happen." She then went back to work. I could actually see her tongue entering his asshole as she jerked at his cock with her hand. "You fucking slut!" I thought to myself. "There." she said wiping her hand across her lips. Now his dick is nice and hard, so he can fuck the hell out of me. " My wife then came and laid down right in front of me, with her feet towards me. "Get over here big boy," she said, spreading her legs. "Come here and fuck me." Ramone strolled over and knelt down in between her legs, and began rubbing the head of his cock up and down her swollen pussy lips. "Oh, I can't stand it! Stick that beautiful cock inside me!" Danielle reached around and grabbed his ass, pulling him into her. I saw his dick slip between her shaved, wet lips slide all the way into my wife. "Oh my god, yes!" she moaned. "I feel so full! Now fuck me. Fuck your dirty little slut!" Ramone started pumping in and out, guided by my wife's hands on his ass. From my position I had a perfect view of his dick sliding in and out and his balls slapping against her asshole. He grabbed her ankles and pushed them up into the air. "Yeah," my wife yelled. "Use me! Use me like the fucking whore I am!" He started to increase his fucking, and Danielle pulled his face down for a deep kiss. She was still moaning as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. "Do you see him fucking me?" she asked as he pulled his lips from hers. "Do you see him fucking your wife like I'm his whore? Well, you know what? I am his whore. I'm his dirty little sex toy and he can fuck me any way he wants. Do you see his big thick cock sliding in and out of my tight little pussy? Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Yeah. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuuuccckkk meeeee!!!" Her own words were obviously turning her on as she climaxed with a massive orgasm. I could see her hands raking down Ramone's back, as he continued to drive into her. As her moans subsided, she pulled him close and whispered in his ear. He then got up and laid down on his back. Danielle sat up and took his cock into her mouth sucking furiously. "Mmm," she moaned. "I can taste my pussy on his cock." She then straddled his hips and guided his cock back into her pussy, which was now dripping with her own juices. "Fuck he feels good. I wish I could fuck him for ever." Danielle reached back and rubbed her finger along her own asshole. "Do you like the way my asshole looks?" she asked me. She started gyrating on top of Ramone's cock as she slid a finger into her ass. "Do you see what I'm doing now? Finger fucking my asshole? Isn't that nasty? Do you see how horny he makes me? He makes me want to be a kinky little slut." I stared in amazement as my wife's finger disappeared into her own tiny butt hole. she had never had any interest in anal stuff before, when I had tried that on her. A few minutes later my wife was screaming her way through another orgasm as she ground her hips into the body below her. I could see her cum leaking out from around Ramone's dick and dripping down his balls. "I want you to fuck me like a dog", she said, pulling her sweaty body off his still-turgid cock. "Fuck me like a dirty fucking dog in front of my asshole husband." Danielle crawled onto her hands and knees with her face right in front of me. "Are you hard yet?" she asked. "I bet you're all turned on from watching your wife be a dirty slut aren't you? I ...Fuck!!" Her little speech was cut off as Ramone planted his cock deep inside her again. Grabbing her hair in both hands he pulled her head back as he began pounding her pussy. "Beg for it you fucking slut!" he ordered her. "Please fuck me harder! Please! Make me your own dirty little whore. Your own filthy ass licking, cocksucking whore!" "Where was all this coming from?" I wondered. "How could she she acting like this?" Danielle looked right up into my eyes. "You know I'm his whore! And you know he's going to fuck me in my ass with that huge cock of his!" My eyes widened. My wife had never allowed me anywhere near her asshole. The only time I had suggested it, she had firmly denied me. "SLAP!" Ramone smacked her hard in the ass. "Oh yes!!! Slap me like a fucking slut!" He was fucking her even harder now, pounding his hips into her ass. "Oh yeah, I want you to cum inside me!! I want you to come all over me! In my ass, in my pussy and all over my slutty little face!" "Fuck," Ramone groaned as his body shuddered. I knew he was emptying his load inside my wife's unprotected pussy. "Ohhhh," Danielle moaned. "I can feel his hot cum spurting inside me. He's cumming inside your fucking wife asshole!" He then pulled out and jerked his cock a couple times sending the remnants of his jism all over his own chest. Danielle smiled and turned to look at him. "Oh oh", she said. "I guess I'd better clean that up." There was a small trickle of cum running down his chest, and Danielle intercepted it just before it reached his stomach. After licking up the droplet, she ran her tongue all the way up his body, slurping up all of his cream. She then turned and looked at me giggling. "I can feel his cum inside me. It's so warm!" My wife then shoved two fingers into her pussy and brought then to her mouth, sucking them clean. "Did Michelle let you cum inside her? Did she lick your cum up and eat it like a dirty little whore?" I shook my head. "Of course she didn't. She was a boring fuck wasn't she? I don't think Ramone is bored. Do you?" I just stared at her with contempt. "Well, it looks like I have to get my new lover nice and hard again," she said nonchalantly. She grabbed him by his flaccid cock and lead him closer to me. She then dropped to her knees, pushing him up against the wall beside me. My wife was looking into my eyes as she took him into her mouth once again. her hands were kneading his balls as her ruby red lips ran up and down his shaft. Every once and a while she would lift up his cock and suck at his balls. They were so close to me, the smell of sex was overwhelming. Danielle then took a finger and put it in her mouth sucking it seductively. I then watched as she took it and slipped it right up Ramone's asshole. He groaned in pleasure and grabbed her head as she sucked at his dick. I watched as his cock grew and hardened in my wife's mouth, with her finger pumping gently at his ass. "There!" she said in a satisfied tone. "Now fuck my asshole!" I couldn't believe she was actually going to do it! "Let's do it this way, so my hubby can see everything," she said, getting on her hands and knees side ways right in front of me. She was so close, her body was almost touching my legs. She then reached back and slid two finger into her pussy. As she brought them out, I could see they were covered in Ramone's cum. Danielle then smeared the slimy fluid around her asshole, before pushing a finger deep inside. "I have to get nice and lubed up," she said looking back at me. I just stared vacantly. Ramone then dropped to his knees and place the head of his cock at my wife's anal opening. "Oh, do it now please!" she begged. "Please shove your cock in my ass! Your little whore needs it so bad!" Danielle reached back pried her own ass cheeks apart and he began to push. I could see my wife's tiny asshole slowly open as Ramone forced his way into her most private of holes. She was making a little high pitched squealing sound as her ass clamped down around the head of his cock. He then pushed forward and I watched in agony as my wife's virgin asshole swallowed up another man's cock. "Oh god! It feels so fucking good!" she groaned through gritted teeth. "I feel like such a filthy whore!" "Yeah," Ramone groaned back at her. "You are a whore. A dirty little anal whore!" He was starting to go faster. I was mesmerized at the site. Her ass was stretched tight around his glistening shaft, as he slid in and out. "OH MY GOD!!" She was really starting to go crazy. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Harder! Treat me like a whore!! A dirty asshole licking, cum swallowing fucking slut!! Yeah that's it! Just like that!! Fuck that ass! Fuck it while my husband watches. Fuck his wife like a cheap whore!!" He was really pounding her ass now, and her words were turning him on even more. Suddenly he pulled out with a slurping "pop". "Suck it slut!!" He demanded. "Suck my cock from your ass. Show your husband what kind of slut you can be." Without a thought, Danielle spun around and swallowed up his dick like it was her last meal. She was slurping away as she suck and licked it, savoring every inch. "Good girl," he said pushing her back to the floor. She rolled over and offered her ass to him once again. This time he shoved his cock right in, pushing her hips down to the floor. "Do you want me to cum in your ass?" he asked. "Yes!! Fuck yeah! Cum in my ass baby!" "Tell your husband you want me to cum in your ass." "Damon! I want Ramone to shoot his hot cum inside my slutty little tight asshole!" "Good girl. Here it comes!" "Oh yes!! Give it to me! Fill me up!" Ramone was slamming hard into Danielle's ass, causing her hips to smash repeatedly into the floor. "Fuuuuuuccccckkkk!" he moaned, as he unloaded his third load into my wife. As his thrusts slowed, Danielle crawled away, freeing his wet, slimy cock from her well fucked asshole. She was breathing heavily as she got up and sauntered over to me. Putting one foot up on my leg, she bent over and spread her ass cheeks. "Look at it you asshole!" she shouted. "Look at what happens when you cheat on me!" There was a tiny rivulet of cum running from her asshole, that was mixing with the gooey mess in her pussy. "See what a whore I can be if I want to? Now you can sit here and think about that!" She walked over and took Ramone by the hand, leading him out of the room. My dick was still rock hard when she turned out the light. "Goodbye dear," she said as she closed the door. Danielle's Revenge Redux ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ My unsolicited sequel to DamonX's story Danielle's Revenge. DamonX is an excellent writer. Unfortunately his plots are extremely aggravating. In the case of Danielle's Revenge, a new bride takes exception to her husband being with one of her friends before they were even engaged. She sets out for revenge, in a disgusting over the top fashion. It's a perfect case of unreasonable escalation. In my mind, the escalation would likely continue. The level of disrespect, humiliation and torture were enough to ensure no reconciliation. The new bride turns out to be truly psychotic. She's bound him, and made him watch her have sex with a stranger, acting like a total slut, and doing all the things she'd never do with her own husband, with 'Ramon'. She rubs his face in it, then leaves him bound and gagged, at the end of the story. At least at the end of DamonX's version. I believe there's more to be said here... Fair warning, this is a really cruel and ugly one. There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left hanging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. I don't want to step on too many toes, and hijacking an author's work is not what I'm intending. It's just that so many authors start up and then disappear. They do comeback, so I'm not going to jump on a story after a few months of inactivity. So here's what I've made as my own criteria for completing a story. 1) Writer has not submitted anything in over 2 years 2) The story has not been added to in at least 3 years 3) Story comments indicating a desire for the story to continue 4) Interesting enough premise to make it worth while to continue or Irritating enough that it makes me want to respond ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ After wallowing in my misery and shock, I started to come to my senses. I'd married a psychopath. No two ways about it. Sure, I'd had sex one time, nearly two years ago, with Michelle, before Danielle and I had even been engaged. We had been on the outs at the time, and I was considering moving on. Michelle made sure I knew she was available. I guess the only real mistake is that they were such close friends. Other than that, I can't see anything wrong with what I did. I never did anything with Michelle since then, and made sure she knew, years ago, that although I enjoyed being with her, it would never happen again. I'd never done anything inappropriate since. And this ways my new bride's idea of payback? My hands were tied together, as were my feet. I was still leaning against the wall where she'd left me. The stench of their adultery hung over me, a miasma of treachery. My head ached from whatever she'd given me. The lousy bitch. It wasn't easy, but I managed to crawl my way into the bathroom. Trust me, being tied up with your hands behind your back, and gagged is a pain. It must have been a good half-hour later before I'd managed to get my hands untied, using only a toenail clipper. The paucity of blood on the floor was a miracle. They ached fiercely as the circulation returned to them. I was going to get revenge. No doubt about it. I ached for it. Could think of nothing else. I was going to start by documenting what she'd done. I went down to the station and reported an assault. I'd been tied up and drugged. I wasn't sure who'd done it, I told them. I suspected my wife, but God only knows why. I woke up in my bedroom. At their suggestion I went down to the local Doc-in-a-box, and had a full blood workup done. I told them I'd been drugged unconscious. I'd receive the toxicology report in a few days. When I got home, my loving wife had still not returned. I started to wonder if her parting 'Goodbye dear' was meant to be final. I hoped not. How would I get my payback if it was? I made a few preparations, my anger building. Turned out I had plenty of time. She didn't return until almost 5:00 am. The lights were off downstairs as she'd left them, the light in the bedroom still on. I was sitting in the dark, waiting. Replaying her betrayal over and over again, in my mind. Every last detail as clear as if it was happening again. By the time she arrived I'll readily admit, I was partially unhinged. Furious. She closed the door quietly behind her, and I could see she was moving gingerly. I almost laughed out loud at that. If she was sore now, we'd see how she was before too long. Danielle didn't turn on the lights, she didn't call out. I was wondering if she was having second thoughts. Too late for that, you evil bitch. She walked down the hall carefully, and I got to my feet and followed quietly behind her. I was only a couple of steps away when she turned into the bedroom. "Honey?" She called out nervously, when she didn't see me. Honey? Like I'd ever let the loathsome bitch use any term of endearment with me again. I pushed her roughly into the room, slamming her onto the bed. She squealed and struggled, but I had 80 lbs on her. I had her hands and feet zip-tied within a few seconds, and I reached under her skirt and ripped her panties off. I shoved them in her mouth, and duct-taped them in place. I wasn't gentle. She was obviously terrified, when I rolled her onto her side. "So you're a whore, are you?" I smirked. "Good job choice. Consider me your pimp, you heartless cunt." It took a little over an hour to get to the summer cabin. I drove her car, meticulously obeying the speed limit. She rode in the trunk. I figured I could use one of the dirt-bikes that we left up there to get home. The small, three room building had been winterized, and was isolated enough for me not to have to worry about neighbors. At the last minute, I had a change in plans. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson had the cabin half a mile from ours. They rarely used it in the summer, and never in the winter. As with most of our neighbors, I had a key to their place for emergencies. This was an emergency if ever there was one. There were a lot of advantages to using their place. They had solar power, so any electric use would be minimal. They had a garage, her car wouldn't be sitting out in the open. If anyone wanted to investigate her disappearance, they'd find out about our family cabin easily enough, it might be risky leaving her there. No reason to investigate the Thompson's. They were retired Snowbirds. They headed to Florida every winter. They wouldn't use the cabin for many months. They were paranoid of their belongings, and never rented or loaned the place out. It seemed ideal, for my purposes. The cabin was cold, but I started up the propane heater. I looked around, and figured it would do for now. I dragged my dear sweet wife out back of the cabin, and hosed her down. She didn't seem to like it much, I'm sure the water was uncomfortably cold, it was, after all, mid September. She struggled a little when I tore her slutting clothing off of her, showing a bit more cooperation when I took out my knife to cut the last remnants away. I pressed the hose nozzle up her cheating cunt, and against her ass, rinsing her off good. Have to keep your property in good shape, you know. She was still bound up tight, and her hands and feet were looking red. I didn't want her to lose them. What a pain that would be. I cut her hands free, and watched her eyes tear up, as the circulation started up again. I leaned over her face grinning. "Not so fun is it?" I looped the chain around her neck, tightly. Way too tight for her to wriggle out of it. Snapped it shut with a padlock. She reached up to pull the duct tape off of her mouth, and I backhanded her, hard. "Don't touch." I never had hit a woman in my life, but I guess I had no such compunctions when it comes to vicious, cheating, whore wives. The chain wrapped around one of the cabin's central posts. A 10" wide natural log that wasn't going anywhere. I wasn't cruel, I gave her about a foot of loose chain to move around, and cleared everything away from the center of the room. I removed her ankle ties, and wrapped a second, thinner chain around her ankle, locked it in place, and attached that one to the post as well. Gave her a few feet of slack. She could lay down if she wanted. Not much else. The bitch wasn't going anywhere. I made her sit down, and then ripped the duct-tape from her face, and yanked the soiled panties from her mouth. "Ramone. I want to know everything about him." "What... what are you doing!" she seemed torn between anger and fear. I was going to make sure fear won out. I slapped her again, then, what the hell, I slapped her a half-dozen more times just to get some of my fury out. I grabbed a fistful of hair and shook her. "Ramone. Everything. Where he lives, where he works, how you met him." "Please, honey," she sobbed, "don't..." The next backhand was hard enough to bounce her head off the post, and leave her dazed, her split lip bleeding. "You stupid cunt!" I snapped. I returned with my industrial sized container of over-sized zip-ties. She didn't struggle much as I bound her wrist and ankles once again. Duct-taped her mouth good, wrapping it around her head three times. "I'm going to give you some time to think about it. Maybe I'll be back." I shut off the heater, and turned at the door. "Yes, I've seen what a whore you are. Thank you for the wakeup call." She looked at me, tears streaming down her face. "Goodbye dear." ~ * ~ * ~ I had a plan, to go along with my blinding anger. I was patient. I called around, talking to her parents and friends. Told them what she'd done to me. Said she'd left with her unnamed lover, who I'd never seen before. Said goodbye and drove off. I hadn't heard from her since. "I don't know what to do," I cried my crocodile tears. "I love her so much. If she would come home, I'm sure we could get past her indiscretion." I talked to the police, but they told me there was nothing they could do. Not for 48 hours, and not much even then. "No signs of foul play. She probably realized she'd overreacted and can't face you. Give her some time." Some of the friends and family questioned my version of whatever happened. I showed them the photos of my bindings, the damage to my wrists, the police and toxicology reports. I guess they were convincing. Several purchases were made. Not locally, as far from home as I could reasonably manage. Cash. Call me paranoid. I considered it being careful. The second day of sitting in her own filth, without food or water, in that cold room, tied to that post, she cracked. When I uncovered her mouth, she gave it to me, in detail. I had everything I needed to know about the asshole. I rewarded her. Took her outside and hosed her down. Let her drink from the hose. Gave her a bucket, sponge and some Lysol, allowing her to clean up her space. She was still fucking gorgeous. Seeing her on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor, her naked ass waving, I'd had enough. I pulled my pants down, straddled her hips, and fucked her ass raw. She'd given it to him willingly enough. Her husband deserved at least as much. It was difficult getting in her, and she whined and sobbed a lot. Tough shit. He-he. No pun intended. When I was done, I left her there, crying. I got an empty mason jar and stood in front of her, waving it. "Two bucks. You earned it, my little whore. When you've paid off my investment in you, I'll set you free." I had given her the entrance mat to sit on, and tossed her a rough wool blanket. "Take care of my investment," I told her. "Feed me?" she begged piteously. "We'll see. Depends on how true you were about loverboy. If there's even one lie, you're not going to like the results." She changed her story. Not a lot, but enough to piss me off. I paid her another two bucks and pounded her tight ass again. I left her there. ~ * ~ * ~ Revenge is exhausting. Keeping all the lie's straight, switching emotions. Dealing with the home, the friends, the neighbors, the family. Working, and taking off to my little hideout as often as possible. Making plans, and following through. She had another 18 dollars in her jar, and had lost at least 10 pounds when I dragged loverboy Ramone into the cabin, unconscious. He was chained much more thoroughly to the second post. Neck, hands behind his back and behind the post. On his knees, his ankles chained to the sturdy wood. I cut his clothing off, leaving a few nicks and scratches in my wake. By this time, Danielle knew better than to speak. I removed her gag, and she looked up at me piteously. I tossed her the water bottle, and she drank gratefully. "Speak if you want to," I told her. "I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do..." I shook my head. "You're doing fine. $20 already. Only another $11,460 to go." Ramone was angry when he came to. Not much he could do about it. He stayed tied up, and I said nothing. Hit him and kicked him when he was in reach. Didn't feed him, didn't water him. Left him in his filth. I fucked her a lot. Always in her cheating ass. By this time she was practically asking for it, turning her ass toward me as soon as I'd show up. I'd pay her, then water and feed her after a good fucking. Nothing substantial but it was better than starving. No fucking, no feeding. Piss me off, and there was no watering. After just a couple of days without care, Ramone was close to done. Hanging from his chains, not even looking up. He didn't moan or groan when I hit him. I'd just spent another $4 and pulled my cock out of Danielle's ass, wiping it in her hair. I walked over to her lover. Ripped the duct tape from his mouth, and saw a hint of life. I got a pitcher of water and started pouring it over his head. He shuddered then turned his head upward, desperately seeking the life giving fluid. Alright, maybe I'm a little mean. I moved the spout around, making him chase it, laughing at him. Then I poured the remaining water directly over his mouth, overfilling it. Fast, so he could only drink a fraction of it, the rest going to waste. When it was empty I backhanded him with my full strength, snapping his head around. "Last time you'll ever fuck another man's wife." I laughed, "Or any woman, for that matter." Thirty seconds with the duct tape, and he was taken care of. I returned to my wife, and untied her chains from the post, holding them like a leash. "Clean up." I'd given her a pot for her personal needs, and she quickly cleaned it out while I sat back and watched, playing out the chain as needed. She knelt in front of the under-sink counter, waiting. "Yes, you may." She opened it and got out the cleanser, and Lysol. Got the bucket and brushed and cleaned her area. She looked over at the other post. "Clean his area." She nodded, and set to work. "Don't touch him," I warned her. She did what she could. I stood and filled the pitcher with water and diluted bleach and poured it over his lower body. A second pitcher rinsed him off, and I left her to the cleaning. She was behaving well. I was absurdly proud of her ability to adjust to her new circumstances. "Let's bathe you," I told her. Danielle seemed happy with the hose down. I guess being clean was better than being cold. She looked good, naked and clean. I bent her over the rail and pounded her ass. It was getting scrawny. I'd have to feed her a little better. Didn't like a bony ass. I rinsed her ass out again, and gave her butt a slap. "You're getting better at that. I may even have to raise your wages." She shocked me by turning and hugging me around the waist. "I'm sorry," she whispered. I pulled her head back by the hair. "Not as sorry as you're going to be, you cheating whore." Nope. 'Sorry' wasn't going to cut it. ~ * ~ * ~ Ramone was wasting away. I gave him enough water to keep him alive. Barely. Fed him a crust of bread every now and then. That was it. He developed a cough, hacking, so I hooded him to keep it down. Developed some rashes but I didn't really care. He should be happy I left him alive. I don't know what it was that pissed me off. I guess I had some anger issues. I usually slapped or kicked him when he was in reach. One day, I beat the hell out of him. No particular reason, I just felt he needed it. I felt better afterward. I even took a shower and washed off the blood and sweat. Danielle was desperate to please me that day. I laid on the little rug I'd given her, and let her ride my cock with her ass. I guess I was getting soft. Lately I'd been allowing her to suck me to hardness, slobbering all over my cock before sticking it up her butt. We both knew she was cheating, lubing me up like that, but the truth was it felt better that way. She was wearing only her neck chain. I had bandaged up her ankle; the chain had started chafing her. She still looked good to me. Sad, isn't it? She got me off, then took me in her mouth and slowly, surprisingly gently, pleasured me until I was hard again. She looked up at me piteously, with the gaze that I knew was pleading. "What?" "How can I pleasure you?" she asked. "Ride you again? On my knees, on my belly? How do you want me?" "Finish me with your mouth, whore." She smiled and did as I required. She was the best she'd ever been, sucking my balls, rimming me, taking me deep in her mouth. She was wild and wanton, then loving and repentant. I rose up on my knees and fucked her face hard, forcing my way down her throat, ignoring her gagging. Fist in her hair, I pumped her face until I was ready. "Finish me," I growled. She stroked me hard, sucking me, until I erupted between her lips. She sucked me dry, then showed me her reward. She swallowed, then laid down on my waist, licking and sucking my spent cock. "Thank you," she whispered softly. "Five. That was worth five bucks," I told her. A compliment. She looked up at me smiling. "Someday I hope to be worth more. For you." I smacked her. Not too hard, just to make a point. "Did I say you could talk?" She shook her head, and went back to playing with me. Surprisingly, she eventually got me hard again. I was a little irritated that I was getting soft with her. I put her on her belly, and fucked her ass hard, driving her into the floor. It disturbed me that she came for me twice. This wasn't supposed to be a reward. So I spanked her for it. Put her over my lap and blistered her bottom, long and hard. She was crying after the first few minutes, and lying limp and helpless when my hand stung too much to continue. That was better. I did remember to drop $9 in her jar. Five for the blowjob, and the regular $2 for each load in her whoring ass. I deposited a $10 bill and made change. ~ * ~ * ~ "Merry Christmas, Danielle," I told her, opening the bag. She looked up at me. "Permission to speak?" she asked. I nodded. "Is it really Christmas?" "December 25th." She nodded, and tears rolled down her face. "I would have bought you something," she said softly. I grinned. "Maybe we'll think of something you can give me." "Anything," she said softly. I pulled out the first of her gifts. Bracelets and cuffs. Soft leather interior, external metal bands which locked closed. Custom made and expensive. She giggled and put them on, while I brought out a wrapped gift. I handed it to her, and she opened it up eagerly. It was the matching collar, with an inscription. "His Whore." She stroked the material, and felt her neck where the heavy chain hung. "It's beautiful," she whispered. "Put it on me?" I removed the chain, and massaged the redness around her neck. I slid the collar around her neck, and snapped it shut. It looked good on her. Danielle's Revenge Redux "Can I... Can I see it?" I was feeling indulgent. It was Christmas after all. I took her to the bathroom, the first time she'd been in it since the place became her new home. Nearly three months. She turned her head in front of the mirror, examining the collar. I watched her hands move up to her hair, brushing it back, and the tears started again. "I look horrible!" I moved behind her, and took her in my arms. "You're beautiful. You've always been beautiful. An evil, despicable cheating whore who disgusts me, but fucking gorgeous." "Stay here," I said. I returned a minute later with another of her gifts. I gave her the simple dollar store brush and she cried out in joy, snatching it from my hands, and attacking her rat's nest. After only a moment, she stopped and turned to me. "Let me prepare myself for you. You deserve better than this." I nodded. She looked over at the bath. "May I?" I glared at her. She lowered her head. "It's not for me, I swear. For you. Let me do my best for you. For Christmas. My gift." I nodded. "Not too long." "Thank you," she murmured, and with a smile, closed the door on me. Ramone's eyes followed me around so I hooded him again. I hated him watching me. I put the food in the oven to keep it warm, and waited her return. I wasn't disappointed. She was as beautiful as the day I met her. Maybe more so. She'd finally lost those last few pounds she was always complaining about. Her hair was long, and smooth. She was practically glowing. She approached me on her knees. "Merry Christmas, Honey," she said. I saw she was nervous. I never let her use any terms of endearment. That little 'Honey' was taking a big chance. "Merry Christmas, my little whore," I told her. I accepted her gift, letting her suck me to release. She was getting good. Practice, I guess. I caressed her soft shiny hair. I should have given her a brush earlier. I still used the second erection on her cheating ass. Bent her over the table, and took her hard. "Don't mistake me," I growled. "You're still nothing but a cheating evil whore. I didn't deserve that." I was surprised by my own words. I'd never brought up anything about that night. Not the reasons, not my feelings, not anything. She moaned underneath me crying. "I know," she whined. "I'm sorry, baby. Sorry. Punish me." "One time!" I screamed at her. "Once! Before we were even engaged. You and I weren't even talking, remember! One time, and it wasn't even good. I hate you, you lousy, no good cheating whore! How could you?" I guess she figured that meant she could speak. "She was bragging about getting you. Telling all the girls. Saying all the nasty things you did. I... I was mortified. I took it out on you. I'm sorry." "SHUT UP!" I screamed, and slapped her on the side of the head. I fucked her. Fucked her hard, fighting the tears that refused to stop. Spilling over and splashing on her ass. "Whore," I'd sob. "Cheating cunt." I exploded inside of her, and collapsed, my full weight driving her into the table. "I hate you," I cried. "Hate you." She pulled my arms around her body, drawing them in tightly, making me hug her. "I know, I know," she cried softly. "I love you too. I'm sorry." I chained her to the pole. I needed some air. It was half an hour before I returned, back in control. She was sitting anxiously, obviously nervous, but silent. I waltzed over to Ramone, ripped his hood off and kicked him in the gut. "Merry Christmas, Asshole," I sneered. He looked up at me in fear. Any anger or resistance had faded long since. Dinner was nice. I'd picked up a roast chicken, and had mashed potatoes, rolls, creamed corn, and green beans. I let her sit near me, while we ate together. She was quiet, but tentatively reached out to touch me every now and then. Pressed her leg against mine. She sipped her one cup of wine like she wanted it to last forever. Blame it on the wine. The full belly. How good she looked. I went to the car and brought out the last of her presents. A large, dark brown alpaca fur rug, soft and luxurious. I laid it out in front of her column, and drew her down onto it. She rolled in it, giggling. "It's incredible," she said. "So soft. I didn't think anything could be so soft." "Merry Christmas, Danielle," I whispered. She rolled into my arms, cuddling, kissing me. Not the lips. I'd never let those whoring cock-sucking lips touch mine. She had me hard, and was lying on top of me. I don't know what I was thinking. I swore to myself I'd never do it, but there I was, balls deep in her cheating pussy. She hugged me, crying. "Don't just lie there," I growled. I made her do the work. Watched her ride my hard cock, rocking back and forth, sliding up and down it. She squealed when she came on it the first time, and I slapped her ass. "Impertinent whore," I reminded her. "This is for my pleasure, not yours." My words were ineffective. We spent hours there. She got me off twice, and had numerous orgasms of her own. After half a dozen, I was getting irritated. "Damn it! Enough. This is for me. You come again and I'll tan your ass." She whimpered and kept fucking me. She sat upright, fucking me steadily, a nice easy motion. Her moans had started again. She looked down at me, her eyes begging. "Please, honey," she gasped. "Let me come for you?" "No." She kept going, her body trembling, legs shaking. She was fighting it, hopelessly. "Please!" she whined. "Please!" "Come, you cheating whore," I growled, grabbing her hips and thrusting into her hard. She screamed out, coming so hard she forced my cock out of her. She gasped, and hurried to squeeze me back in. She laid on me, gasping, and kissed my neck. "Incredible," she moaned. When she stopped shaking, she sat back up and rose up off my cock. She adjusted herself and slipped me into her ass. She smiled and went back to work, fucking me. I got a nice little ass come from her, only after she pleaded for her release. By then, I was done. I needed to come. She kissed my chin, "Come in your whore's ass, baby. Fill me up." When I groaned my release into her, she climbed off my cock and sucked me clean. I didn't have another one in me, and I laid there, holding her. She sighed after a while, grabbed her chain and locked it to her new collar. "Thank you for a wonderful Christmas. I know I didn't deserve it. Thank you." She laid back on the rug, stretching out. I played with her soft, warm body a while, rubbing her breasts, teasing her nipples. I hadn't forgotten about our other guest. I stripped his gag off, and unlocked his hands from around the post. He groaned as he drew his arms forward. I placed a sports bottle in his hands. He drank thirstily. "Taste good? I gave you three good loads of my cum in there." I had topped it off with water. "Thank you, Sir," he managed, his voice coming out soft and hoarse. Any other response would have earned him a beating. I guess even slimy bastards can learn. I picked some of the last of the chicken off the bone, and put it on the half roll that Danielle had left. I gave it to him, and watched him cram it in his mouth. I dragged Danielle over by her chain. Made her straddle him, inches away. I lifted her legs, showing him her reddened, well used pussy and ass. "Was it worth it, asshole? Fucking another man's wife?" He shook his head, turning his face away. "Look at it!" I screamed at him, grabbing him by the hair. "You made a fucking whore out of her. Look at it you asshole!" He looked up, miserably. "I... I'm sorry. She came on to me," he whined. That earned him a punch to the temple, and a kick to the ribs. I grabbed Danielle by the hair. "You want him now? I bet you'd love to fuck him again, wouldn't you. You loved his cock, remember? You gonna lick his asshole now? Suck his cum off his body?" She shook her head, crying. "No, baby. Nobody but you." "You're a whore. You'll do what I say. Now suck him!" She dropped to her knees. Ten minutes later we all knew she was wasting her time. He wouldn't get hard no matter what. I pulled on her chain hard, yanking her backward off of him, landing splayed out on her back, gasping. "You useless whore. Go rinse your disgusting mouth out, and return to your bed." She crawled to the sink, and spent several minutes doing just that. She even added soap to the water, gagging as she spit out the frothy water. I pulled up her rug, rolled it and put it to the side. She didn't deserve it. I did leave her the old rug. Locked her back in place. "God damned, whore," I growled, snapping the lock shut. Ramone was gagged again, and his chains checked. A kick to the balls was his final Christmas gift. ~ * ~ * ~ At home, it was a trying time. Everybody was worried about 'poor' Danielle. I was invited to dinner at thes. Her friends stopped by, consoling me. Michelle, the architect of our issues offered an intimate consolation. Like I'd ever have anything to do with her again. Work was going surprisingly well. I'd received a promotion and sizable Christmas bonus. I used half of the bonus to get myself a holiday gift. A used ATV four wheeler. I had plans. I cut a path out behind our cabin, and rented an excavator. Dug a nice little pit. Well, maybe not that little. A post hole digger dug out the holes for the retaining posts and a simple chainsaw wood mill gave me most of the materials I needed. I'd purchased a book at a used bookstore on how to build a $50 underground house book. My Christmas vacation was spent putting in the poly plastic, installing the logs for the walls and retaining walls. All the basics. It was hard work. I'd take several breaks a day. Danielle would feed me, and get my rocks off. She was curious as to what I was up to, but smart enough to shut up about it. Ramone was Ramone. Quiet, sullen and terrified. I even found myself sleeping over, to get the most out of my days. The interior of the new shelter was only about 10 feet across, but more than 24 feet deep. Well ventilated, with numerous baffles to keep the critters out, and with plenty of drainage, built at the top of the decline at the back of the property. It's amazing what you can do working 14-16 hours a day for a solid week. It didn't cost $50. More like $1500. Mostly in plastic, pipes and the concrete floor. A used ATV front bucket ran me $400 but I couldn't have managed the job without it. With a couple of chains and a second winch, I could move the logs in place, or push dirt around. It was like having two more people to help me. By New Years Day, I had the roof in place, sodded over, and the entrance was complete. The shell was done, now it just needed finishing on the interior. New Year's Eve I didn't feel like I had a lot to celebrate. Nevertheless, I had a surprise for my wife. I cleaned up, and and entered the cabin a little after dark. I gave her a bag, and pointed to the bathroom. "New Year's Eve. Get ready." I heard her crying only minutes later. She stuck her head out the door. "Please, Baby, don't make me..." "Shut the fuck up, whore, and get dressed," I snapped. I hadn't watered Ramone for a couple of days. I tried to water him every day, but sometimes I forgot. Sometimes I couldn't make it to the cabin, pretending to be human back home. I cut a slice in the duct tape over his mouth, stuck the sports bottle straw through the hole, and squeezed. He sucked thirstily until it was near empty. I pulled it out, and slapped a new piece of duct-tape in place. My good deed for the day. She took longer than I would have preferred, but still looked good when she emerged. She had brushed out her hair, and put on her holiday clothes. The little white lace bra and panties that she had worn on our honeymoon just a few months ago. She also had on the thigh high stockings and high heels she had worn. Her hair was done up the same, and she was wearing the earrings her mother had given her as a wedding present. She stood before me shaking. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "You look beautiful, you fucking whore," I said. I had stripped down to nothing but a pair of shorts. I pulled her over to the door roughly, and did something I swore I wouldn't. Stuck my tongue halfway down her throat. Reached down and grabbed her ass. She lowered her head, crying, then reached out and grabbed my bulge. Perfect. She remembered. She took me by the hand, sobbing, and pulled me along. She laid down next to Ramone, spreading her legs for me. "Ok, Baby, let's do it," she whimpered. "Ok Baby, do your thing," I corrected her. I remembered every word, every movement, every look of hers. I turned her head to face Ramone, roughly. "Get it right!" "Ok baby, do your thing," she cried, shivering when I kissed the inside of her thigh. I moved up her thighs, and pulled her hand over between her legs, making her rub herself. "Oh my God, his mouth feels so good," I whispered in a stage voice. "Oh my God. His mouth feels go good," she croaked, the words catching in her cheating, whoring throat. It took us over an hour, and a lot of prompting on my part. She never stopped crying, not once. Pissed me off. She was supposed to be excited. I ended up having to smack her around a little. It helped, and she pretended, which was all I could really ask for. Obviously, I couldn't excite her like her lover. Faithless bitch. When our reenactment was over, and she was displaying her dripping asshole to dickhead, I yanked her away. "Who's whore are you?" I asked, seething. "Yours baby. Only yours. I was stupid, and angry, not thinking straight. Forgive me, baby," she whined. I laughed. "Forgive you? Are you fucking kidding?" She dropped to her knees, hugging my thighs. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you." "Sure, you're sorry now," I snapped. "I was sorry that night. I came back to beg forgiveness. I went too far. Way too far. I was going to do the same as her. Same as Michelle. I don't know why I couldn't stop." "Because you're a whore!" I screamed in her face. "Your whore, baby. Only for you. Never again with anyone else, I swear." "Unless I tell you to." "Whatever you want. I'm your whore." I grabbed her bra and tore at it viciously. The material didn't separate easily and I was throwing her around the floor, trying to get it off. When it finally shredded, I yanked at her panties, knocking her to the floor, my foot on her back, pulling, stretching and finally ripping her honeymoon undergarments off. I was panting, breathing hard, as I tore her stockings off, ripping her high heels off her feet and throwing them at the door. I grabbed her earrings, yanking at them. They came free, with one of her ears bleeding. I threw them on the floor, grinding them into the wood, under my heel. Not the smartest thing I ever did, since I was barefoot, and now bleeding more than her. "You fucking worthless cunt. Our honeymoon clothes? You had to destroy everything, didn't you!" She lay sprawled on the floor, crying despondently. "Get up, you filthy whore." She stood shakily, hands at her side, head bowed. "Clean up this mess." She did as told, putting the remains of her cheating apparel in a bag by the door. She scrubbed the blood off the floor, and even bandaged my foot and her ear. At midnight, I wished her a Happy New Year, and let her suck my dick. ~ * ~ * ~ January 22nd. I entered the cabin, and went to my wife. She had gotten on her knees immediately, awaiting me. I had a bag for her. She opened it, and found a little makeup packet. Not much, lipstick, blush, eyeliner, perfume. "Light on the perfume, I like the way you smell," I told her. She hugged me around the waist. I gave her another package which she tore open eagerly. She gasped, shaking out the t-shirt. It read "His Whore". She looked up at me. "May I?" "It's yours, isn't it." I unclipped her neck chain. She pulled it on over her head. The first article of clothing she'd worn in four months, other than that New Year's debacle. A third package had some more grooming items. A battery operated shaver, some soap, and cheap shampoo. She hugged them. "You were starting to look a little too European," I teased. She had tears in her eyes, when I lifted her to her feet, hugging her. "Happy Birthday, Danielle." Dinner was another special one, Italian, one of her favorites. Accompanied by a bottle of Chianti. It was her birthday, so I used all of her holes during the celebration. Even paid her double for them. Maybe it was the wine. She was in another of her orgasmic moods. I had to threaten her a couple of times, even deliver a short spanking, during which I made her count off her years. I left her in a quivering heap on her Alpaca fur rug. She was hugging her shirt to her chest, like it was gold. I watered Ramone. He wasn't looking good. Skin and bones, suppurating wounds on his wrists and ankles. His hair was lifeless and falling out. Gave him some juice mixed in with his water. A few calories every now and then. Damn that asshole pissed me off. He looked up at me, and I spat on him. Fucking disrespect me! He flinched as I stood and pissed on him. I aimed for his face, and he barely moved out of the way. Who's the wimp now, mother fucker? I leaned down and faced him, only inches away. "Tell your husband you want me to come in your ass," I reminded him of his treacherous words. He whimpered, curling up as much as he could. I went over and kicked my whore awake. She scrambled up as I pulled her across the floor by her hair. I kicked him onto his side, almost dislocating his shoulder. "Doesn't he have a nice ass? Look how firm and sexy it is?" I growled, kicking his ugly rear. "You'd do anything he wanted, wouldn't you, whore?" She shivered, clinging to my leg. "No baby, he disgusts me. I love only you." "Don't you want to lick his asshole again? Why don't you stick your tongue up his ass? You loved that didn't you, whore. Loved humiliating me." She started in with the stupid crying. "I'm sorry, baby." "Lick him. Lick his ass, just like you love to do, for your beautiful lover." I threw her forward, kicking her in his direction. She moved slowly, pleading, begging. "Remember, whore? You'd do it for him. Never for me, you promised. No, you wouldn't do it for your husband. Only for your new stud, you fucking whore. Now lick him!" I pushed her the last few inches with my foot in her ass. "Lick him until he's hard. Do it, whore!" She was only at it for a few seconds before she turned and threw up. All that fancy dinner, gone to waste. I kicked her. "Go on. He's not hard yet." She tried, and got the dry heaves, then went back again. After a few minutes I dragged her outside. It was cold out, we'd had our second snowfall, and it was a couple of inches deep. I hosed her down, curled up, trembling. "Get in there and clean up your mess, whore." She was slow, and shivering hard, but she did a decent job of it. Took her way longer than it should have. I chained her to her post, and threw her old rug on top of her. "Happy Birthday, you evil cheating whore." I still wasn't done with Ramone. I had a birthday gift for him, as well. A few minutes research had provided the information I needed, and a day trip to an ag-store in a town a short distance away had provided the materials. $20 but worth it, in my humble opinion. I had been nervous about Ramone's resistance, but he offered up none. I attached the green band to the Jeffers castrating tool, squeezed the handles and watched it stretch open wide. Only a few seconds to loop it around his balls, and release. He grunted when the powerful band snapped shut, and whimpered. I liked that sound. I was confused about how long it would take. Some sites said that within 24 hours, the job would be accomplished, if not sooner. One said you could just leave the band on, and that it would fall off, balls and all, in about three weeks. Danielle's Revenge Redux Time was certainly not an issue. ~ * ~ * ~ I recognized part of my problem was the asshole. Seeing him would set me off sometimes. I had to do something with him. Three weeks later I did. It was a Friday. I strolled into the cabin, and she got to her knees expectantly. I ignored her, and went right to the asshole. Removed his chains and duct-taped his ankles and wrists again, the sound of the tape streaming off the roll, loud and comforting. Checked that his jewels had blackened but certainly hadn't fallen off. Too bad about that, I'd been thinking about keeping them in a jar at work. I covered his mouth, picked him up easily and threw him over my shoulder. He couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds. I'd need a bath afterward. "Say goodbye to your lover, whore," I said standing in front of her. "He was a mistake. Not my lover," she said softly. "What did you say to me, last time you left with him?" She lowered her head. "Goodbye, dear." "Much better." I turned and left, closing the door behind me. He fit easily in my trunk. I drove the ATV up onto the trailer, and headed out. I'd spent a few days with maps, finding the most remote location possible. It took me half a day to drive there, then another three hours of him bumping along, wrapped up in a blanket on the front rack of my Arctic Cat 650, like a trophy. When my GPS said I had arrived I got off, and rolled him to the ground. I put the bag next to him. "If I ever see you again. I'll skin you alive." I pulled his face around by the hair, making him look into my eyes. "I mean that literally. Filleting knives and pliers. I will skin you, and make the whore a shirt out of your hide. That and a nice set of coasters." I put the mini-survival tin in front of him. An Altoids can, it had enough to survive. Maybe. The bag had $10 worth of clothing from goodwill. Shoes, socks, shirt and pants. He had the blanket he was wrapped in. The tin had water purification tablets, water bag, fishing gear, some matches, flint and steel, compass, commando wire saw, antibiotic and band-aids. A couple of X-Acto knife blades, several yards of nylon string. Some sewing needles, a Fresnel magnifier, a couple of feet of aluminum foil. Even a SpyderCo folding knife. No whistle or signaling mirror. I didn't want to make it too easy for him. He certainly had enough to survive. He didn't seem like the rugged outdoors type to me. I didn't give him much of a chance. Still something was better than nothing. No fingerprints on anything, just in case. I bought the kit complete, and removed the signaling items, and added the knife. Pretty generous of me. He was lying there stunned, still tied up. He could open the tin, get out the knife and free himself. Find shelter and food. He could make it. It was up to him. More of a chance than the bastard gave my marriage. I hopped on the ATV and headed home. It was after midnight when I got there, and I was exhausted. I walked over to her and freed her collar. "Service me, whore." She sucked me hard, then had me lie down while she rode my cock. Up her ass, of course. I wasn't feeling generous. She hadn't spoken a word to me. When she'd gotten me off, she laid on me, hugging me. "I'm sorry, baby." "I know," I said, stroking her hair. She whined a little when I snapped her cuffs together behind her back, but I freed her leg chain, leaving her attached to the post only by the one around her neck. Reeled in the slack to give her a couple of feet. I saw the nervous anxiousness in her eyes, and calmed her. "Relax," I whispered. She tried to, stretching out on her rug. I retrieved the blanket from the bedroom, laid down beside her and covered us up. Pulled her in close and held her while she cried softly. "He's no longer part of your life," I whispered. She whimpered, "Permission to speak?" "Yes." "I'm frightened for you. Did you... finish him?" "No. I released him. Far away, in the middle of nowhere, with enough to survive. I don't envy his chances." "What... what if he comes back?" "Then I'll finish him." "Police?" "It's a chance I had to take. Tomorrow you will make sure no evidence remains of his ever having been here. Understand?" She nodded, and cuddled in closer. "Use me?" she pleaded softly. I was tired, but feeling a little compassion for my whore. She was alone again, and frightened. I could feel her trembling. I guess I was becoming an old softy. I sat up and stuck my cock in her mouth, allowing her to get me hard. It was cute to see her wriggling around on that rug, hands behind her, doing her best. It wasn't bad. I toyed with her, reaching between her legs, driving her a little crazy. She was soaking wet, but would get no relief from me there. I wasn't feeling that generous. Brought her near the edge several times, gasping for release. Her mouth work was getting sloppy, but I gave her some slack, I was being unusually hard on her pussy. When I felt in danger of coming, I flipped her over on her belly, climbed behind her, and started working my way into her ass. Always a little difficult the first time, her spittle provided enough lubrication to make it possible. I pinned her down with my weight, straddling her ass, her legs pressed together. Fucked her cheating ass for an eternity. Sometimes fiercely, then with an easy rocking motion while I rested. I didn't punish her for her orgasms. I understood this was a difficult time for her. Like I said, I guess I'm getting soft. I kissed her tender neck, inhaling her natural fragrance. "We won't talk of him again." She whimpered, nodding. "We're entering a new phase now, my little whore. Just you and me." She grunted as I stabbed into her hard, thrusting her hips back to meet me. She groaned and all resistance left her body. I pounded her tight hole, until I managed my own release. I thought she was out of it, but she wiggled underneath me. "Please, let me clean you. No mess in our bed." Our bed. That was laughable. But I could tell she was earnest. I laid down with my crotch in front of her face, and allowed her to do as she wanted. She did a lot more than clean, and I chuckled as I started to firm up in her mouth. She looked up at me, and I saw the mischief in her eyes. "Are you trying to make me punish that sweet ass again?" In response, she took me down her throat, pushing her face against my belly. I laughed, put her on her side, and reentered her ass. She opened her legs for me, looping the top one back, over mine. I held her in my arms, her head resting on my bicep, and played with her, a nice leisurely fuck, no urgency. Teased her a little, reaching down and playing with her pussy to make her wriggle against my cock. She'd been a lousy wife, but she was turning into a helluva whore. She was feeling incredibly playful. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, and she was trying to tickle me with her fingers. I swatted her butt. "Behave, whore." She giggled, wiggling her hips trying to force me deeper. Her fingers were caressing, no longer tickling, and she turned her head, kissing and nibbling on the arm she was resting on. I relaxed, pulling her back against me, relaxed, my cock buried inside her. I felt her soft fingers gently caressing, running through my pubic hair. I held her, buried in that soft rug, her ass clenching around my cock, teasing me, while my free hand played with her tit. Still full and succulent, even after the weight she'd lost. "Stay with me," she whispered. "Please." I should have slapped her, but the exhaustion and sexual contentedness, had my body betraying me. I pumped her ass a few times, settling in nice and deep. Kissed her soft shoulder. Tugged our cover up over us. "Sweet little whore," I mumbled, and held her until I no longer was aware of anything. ~ * ~ * ~ I woke to her body pressed against mine, her breath a gentle breeze against my neck. She had turned in the night, facing me. Strange, how she could look so innocent, asleep, when the soul of a harlot inhabited her sexy body. I reached behind her, and freed her wrists, hearing a soft whimper escape her lips. I pulled them around me, and lifted her body onto mine, holding her while trying to re-capture that magic time between asleep and awake. She was wiggling, snuggling in, and I had to smack her rump a couple of times to get her to settle down. "Behave," I whispered. I was dozing off, and was a little irritated to find her riding my cock, in her damn cheating pussy, when I woke. She was kissing my neck, her hands gliding across my body. "Happy Valentine's Day," she breathed into my ear. I spanked her bottom, and thrust into her. "Ornery little whore." She giggled. "Your whore, Rick. Only yours. Forever." I let her fuck me. "Happy Valentine's Day, Danielle." When she'd won her reward, I got up, and released a few feet of slack in her neck chain. Put her on her knees and had her clean me. "We've got a very busy day today," I told her. When I was content with the job she'd done, I went out to the car and retrieved the keys. Ok, maybe I was paranoid. I never kept the keys on me, or in the house, if I slept over. I returned, unlocked her collar, and the other half dozen locks I used, leaving them available. "Start cleaning his area. Be thorough. Use bleach." I returned to the car and left the keys under the seat. Returned with the hasp and sanders. The posts were rough hewn logs, nearly a foot in diameter. I set to work eradicating the markings of the chains, sanding them until they were smooth. The wood coloring was different, but in time it would change. I rubbed some Murphy's oil into it, to remove that fresh cut look. She was still scrubbing and cleaning, occasionally peeking over her shoulder and wigging that butt, trying to entice me. I'd swat her every now and then. "Evil little whore." When I started to give her post the same treatment, I caught her watching me nervously. "Permission to speak?" she asked. "No. Keep cleaning." She hung her head, and did as I required. I went outside and pulled the ATV up, parking it. I returned to the house, and rolled up her alpaca fur rug, tied it, and took it out to the ATV. She was watching me, and I saw tears roll down her cheeks. "Clean everything," I told her, gesturing toward her place, the kitchen area, the bathroom. "Immaculate. If there's any evidence at all of our stay, I'll beat you within an inch of your life. Maybe beyond that." She nodded, and returned to her knees, her shoulders slumped in misery. I went out back and replaced the propane tanks, leaving them full. It wouldn't be very neighborly of me to use theirs and not take care of it. My biggest concern was her vehicle. I couldn't leave it where it was permanently. I'd have to do something about it soon, but I wasn't sure what. So many little issues. I had her take a break for lunch, took her outside and hosed her down. It was still damned cold out, but she accepted it well. She was surprised when I handed her a large towel. "Don't need you messing up the house," I explained gruffly. She dried herself quickly, and followed me into the house. I nodded toward the table. "Sit." She did, and I opened up the cooler, removing the cold-cuts and made us a couple of hearty sandwiches. We ate together, and I even let her have a sip of my Coke. "You may speak," I said. She looked into my eyes. "We're leaving." It wasn't a question. I nodded. "Are... are you going to release me?" I reached out and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze. "Is that what you're worried about?" She nodded back. "No, my little whore. I thought you understood. I won't let you go until I've recouped my investment in you." I went and retrieved her mason jars. I pulled out my wallet and did some quick calculation. Put a $20 in the emptiest one. "For last night. Plus a tip." I glared at her. "I'm not paying you for that sneaky way you jumped my bones this morning," I softened my tone, "even if it was pretty damn good." I dumped the jars out and counted out her earnings for the last five months. "Nearly $500 you've earned. Still a far cry from the nearly $12 grand you owe me. No, I won't be releasing you for quite a while." "What's going to happen then?" she asked. "It's a surprise. You'll know by the end of the day, alright?" She nodded, and I could tell she was a little calmer. It was late afternoon, before the house was where I thought it should be. I'd be hard pressed to notice any changes, other than it was cleaner than normal after being empty six months. "Get dressed," I told her. She retrieved her little folded shirt, which she was only allowed to wear when I was away. She had torn away the collar and sleeves, making a cute little sheath. I watched her pull it up over her legs, and up her body, slithering into it. I'd never seen her put it on while chained. She adjusted it, flipping her hair back. She looked ravishing, and it was only with the greatest restraint that I didn't. "Anything left?" I asked. She shook her head, and I took her hand and led her out of her home for the last several months. It was cold out, and I picked her up in my arms, and set her on the backseat of the ATV. Wrapped her blanket over her shoulders. I climbed in front of her, and drove off. The place was as if we'd never been there, except that damned car in the garage. It was a good 20 minutes on the ATV, and she was clinging to me, shivering hard. "Just a little longer," I assured her. I parked, and she looked around nervously. I couldn't blame her, you couldn't see the entrance until you walked up on it. Once the plantings had taken you wouldn't even be able to see anything until you'd navigated the thorny entrance. I lifted her in my arms, holding her shivering body close. I carried her down the entrance steps into the small shelter. It was only 8 feet square, a bench on one side, the other two walls covered with shelves and survival rations. "Your new home," I teased. She looked around anxiously. It was claustrophobic. "Here?" she squealed, even forgetting to ask permission to speak. I laughed, and reached into the shelf, pulling the latch and easing the counter-weighted section open inward. I scooped her into my arms, and carried her inside. "Happy Valentine's Day, Danielle," I said, as she struggled out of my arms to look around. "For me?" "For you." It wasn't huge, about 10' by 20' and only seven feet tall. It was all wood, log walls and ceiling, wood plank flooring, with a few rugs. Table, chairs, couch, even a bed, built from logs. I'd denuded a lot of the BLM lands behind us, of the best, straightest trees. Six weeks just to get the interior to this point, after getting the shell of it put down in a little more than one week. "Have a look around, while I get your stuff," I told her. I retrieved her rug and blanket from the ATV. That and her chains. The furniture was bolted down. I had made cushions for the couch, but the chairs were bare wood. She was walking around touching everything, sitting on the couch, the chairs. The biggest issue was power. There was a 30' cliff off the back of the property. Great for drainage. It was only about 50' feet from the back of the bunker. It faced mostly south, and I'd hung a pair of solar panels off of it, and wired it back to the bunker. The batteries were in the front section. It generated some power, but not a lot. One ran the 9 CF Sun Frost ultra-efficient refrigerator. The other provided the lighting and fans. The 20 gallon propane tank ran the single burner and the on-demand water heater for the shower. Water was a problem. "You have to be careful with the water. We only have a 250 gallon tank, and I haven't drilled a well yet. Money's kind of tight. I hope to have it done within a month. She came over and knelt in front of me. "Permission to speak?" I nodded. "You did all this for me?" "Who else would I do it for?" She scooted forward and hugged my legs. Didn't say anything, just hung on until I thought I was going to fall over. I pulled her to her feet. "Come on, I'll give you the tour, show you how some of the stuff works." Once we'd completed that, I rolled out her rug. "Where do you want it?" She walked over to the bed, and gestured in front of it. "Would here be OK?" she asked. "It's your place, Danielle." "Here," she said. I laid it out and as I stood, she took my hand, she sank down to the rug, tugging at me. "Please?" We broke in the place nicely. I had her on the floor, on the couch, on the bed, even on the table. I was sore and worn out before I was done with her. She was glowing, laying on her rug, beautifully naked. "Do you like it?" I asked, sitting beside her, caressing her body. "Like it? It's wonderful. I can't believe you did this for me. It must have been a lot of work." "Broke ground just before Christmas. I wish I could have completed more of the interior. It was time to move, and I figured it was at least livable." She cuddled into me. "Livable? It's fantastic. Thank you, Rick." She buried her head into my neck. "I'm sorry I messed things up." "I know." I kissed her forehead. "C'mon. We need to go above ground." At the entrance, I wrapped her in my coat, and carried her to the ATV seat. I handed her the burner cell-phone. "Call your Mom. Let her know you're alright." She stared at me, stunned. "But what do I say?" "You ran off with loverboy. You're doing fine. You just wanted to let them know that you're alive and kicking. You'll call them later. Keep it short." "Can... can I talk to Dad, too?" I nodded. "If you can be a good girl, we'll try to make it a regular thing, Ok?" She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. Kissed me on the lips. I almost slapped her, turning my face away angrily. "Sorry," she mumbled. "Just call 'em," I snapped. She did. It took longer than I wanted. She cried a lot, apologizing for taking so long. She was fine, traveling. She didn't know when she'd come back, if ever. "I know, Mom. I know I hurt him. I'm sorry, it was the biggest mistake of my life." "... I don't know. I don't think he'll ever forgive me. I can only hope and pray that maybe, someday, in time." "... Not yet. It's not time yet. I don't know when, but not now." "... I love you too. Both of you. I'm sorry I put you through this, but I think about you all the time." "... I'll try. I'll call when I can. Give everyone my love," she said softly, pulling the phone from her ear and passing it to me. I pulled her into my lap and let her cry her heart out. I held her slender naked body in my arms, my coat all that covered her. I didn't think she'd ever stop sobbing, so I stood and carried her back into her home, laying her on the bed. I laid down and held her. She slowly regained her composure, clinging to me desperately. "Will I ever see them again?" she whispered. "Probably." ~ * ~ * ~ My home in town was a shell. I rarely stayed there any more. My entire weekends were spent in our bunker. I'd arrive home as early as possible on a Friday, and unlock the place. Front doors, then the hidden rear access panel. She'd wait for me on her knees at the entrance, with a cold beer. I'd let her open my pants and pleasure me before I sat down and we talked about our days. Hers were spent reading, exercising, and knitting. That and keeping her home clean. She would never scold me, but if I forgot to take my shoes off at the entrance, she'd pout for hours. She loved her alpaca fur rug, and I purchased her a matching bedspread, and small entrance rug. She only used the entrance rug to greet me, then she'd hang it on the wall as a display, next to the entrance. I'd finally decided to take her vehicle and park it in storage, two states away. I had her fill out the papers, and prepaid six months storage. A covered space was provided, and I removed the plates to delay any vehicle identification. Took the bus back, and felt I'd done as much as I could. Danielle's Revenge Redux It was another month before I felt I could afford to dig the well. I rented the gear, cost me over $2 grand for three days. The good news was we knew the ground water wasn't deep. The original cabin well was barely 120' down. Ours was 170' but that still wasn't bad. The pump was well camouflaged underground. Danielle was ecstatic, and we probably burned through half a tank of propane, while I used her under the hot running water. I was glad I'd invested as much energy as I did in the drainage. I was nervous as the summer visitors started using their properties. I used a variety of trails to get to our place, and the vines and thorns planted around the perimeter were likely to detour the curious. By mid June, I was feeling confident. I'd seen no indication of anyone around the back of the property, as I'd suspected. I'd sometimes spy on the cabin when my family came up. They lived more than two hours away and their visits were infrequent, but when they did, it was usually for a week at a time. I'd always been the most frequent user. By July, we spent much of the weekend days above ground. She had begged and pleaded, and I'd folded, eventually buying her yet another alpaca fur rug. This one she'd carefully tacked a heavy woolen blanket to the back, providing another six inches of coverage all around. She liked to bring her blanket up during the day. There was a clearing above our bunker, which got a mixture of sun and shade. She'd place the rug in the shade, and tend the small vegetable gardens she'd finagled her way into planting. I wasn't happy about that part. Hiding the presence of the bunker was one of my key goals. She argued, successfully I might add, that the dense brush and labyrinthine thorn and vines enclosed the whole area. If anyone got past that, they'd see the entrance anyway. The gardens made it seem like there was less to hide. She tended her plants diligently, wearing nothing but her straw hat. Oh yeah, I got her one of those too. I couldn't resist using her occasionally, when I wasn't working on one of my projects. The latest was a small gazebo, which I thought was really pushing the boundaries. "But once it's covered with the vines, it'll be virtually invisible!" she pleaded. Of course, I was balls deep in her ass, while she bounced on my lap, when she made her request. She clung to me, purring. "I'm such a bad wife, baby, making all these requests. Punish me, Rick. Punish me good." It wasn't all fun and games. I still got pissed. A lot less once I'd gotten rid of the presence of Ramone, the constant reminder of her heinous betrayal and treachery. When I did blow my cool, I'd pull out her chains, and anchor her to the ceiling ring. Spank her whoring ass, fuck it dry, and take her clothes and things away. For three days once, when she said she wanted to go to her sister's wedding, and wouldn't let it go. I once bound her feet and hands, no cuffs, but using the cruel zip-ties. Duct-taped her mouth, and threw her out in the grass. Raped her ass raw a couple of times, and left her there, while I went and ran some errands. Brought back some food and ate it in front of her, before fucking her cheating whoring ass again. I used my belt on her, for the first time. I didn't retrieve her until dawn, and she was shaking uncontrollably. It took me a while to remove the ticks, and treat the chigger bites. She was curled in the shower basin, sobbing. I had no sympathy for her. "You mention the bastard's name again, and I will release you. Just like I did him." She'd had the gall to ask me if I'd heard anything about Ramone. I hadn't, and doubted I ever would. But she should have known better than to ask. Wondering about him! Reminding me of what a whore she'd been. Two more days on the chain, had her docile and properly repentant. When I released her, I bathed her and brushed her hair. "Never mention him again, Dani," I whispered. "I can't take it." She turned and hugged me. "I don't give a fuck about him, I'm worried that some day they might come looking for you. I can't lose you. I can't." I held her, and let her cry, then finished cleaning her up. I'd made steaks for us, and opened a bottle of wine. "Happy Anniversary, Danielle." "Today?" I nodded. "July 29th." She scrambled out of her chair, and started searching under the bed. I knew what it was. I allowed her no secrets. I pretended I didn't. "Happy Anniversary, my love," she whispered, handing the bundle to me. I opened it up, and shook out the hand-knit sweater inside. It had a matching cap. I examined it, critically. I was surprised she could make anything that nice and intricate. "It's beautiful, Danielle." "Try it on," she pleaded. It fit well, and I modeled it for her. She looked absurdly happy. I wore it during dinner, careful not to mess it up. I think she was pleased. I brought out the chunk of our wedding cake I'd brought from the home freezer, and waited patiently for the tears to stop. We shared the small piece feeding each other. While she cleaned the dishes, I retrieved the last of her gifts from the ATV. "Don't peek," I told her, while I drove six screws into the wall. "Alright, you can look." It was our wedding picture, framed in the same rough wood as the rest of our retreat, which I'd screwed directly into the wall. She came up beside me, and I felt her hand slip into mine. We stood quietly, looking at the image of our promises to each other, which had gone so far astray. "Punish me, husband?" she asked softly. "Proudly, wife." I punished her mouth, and her cheating ass hard. Then I took her to bed, and we punished each other, slowly, gently and at great length. Again sometime during the night. And the next morning. I didn't even turn away when she kissed me. It was our anniversary after all. ~ * ~ * ~ She was nervous when I arrived home. She should be. It was our other anniversary. One year since her jealous insanity and overreaction destroyed our lives. I'd had a hard day. My workload in the office tended to ebb and flow. Things were hectic, and I had a hard time keeping my mind focused on what mattered. My boss called me in to his office. "You have to ease up," he told me. "Ease up, how?" "You're working yourself into the ground. You've been a bear these last couple of days. I understand. I do, I remember how you were when she left you a year ago. A year ago tomorrow, isn't it?" I nodded. He was sympathetic. "You seemed to be recovering in the last few months, but yesterday and today have been ugly. Everyone's walking around on eggshells. Take a couple of days off, alright? On us. Comp time. Try to relax, unwind. Make it a long weekend, and try to come in refreshed next Monday." "Alright. I'm sorry if I've been a bear, I haven't even noticed. It must be subconscious." "I understand. We need you at your best. Come back and give it to us next week. Have a great weekend if you can." "I'll try." I wasn't in the best of moods, that evil day on my mind. As I walked into our underground home, she was waiting for me, naked on her knees, her little blowjob rug laid out nice and neat. The table was set for dinner. She handed me my beer, and started her traditional greeting. I was tempted to tear into her, but I struggled to keep my tongue in check. She was good, she always was nowadays, and had me feeding her after a few minutes of diligent effort. She stood, hugged me, and took me by the hand. I let her lead me to the couch where I sat, under her encouragement. She laid across my lap, firm naked butt raised. She reached under the edge of the couch, and started passing things to me. My slipper. Her hair brush. The kitchen spatula. A tree branch, denuded. Another with the bark intact. A belt. She was shaking when she whispered. "Permission to speak?" It surprised me. I hadn't been insisting on that since we'd moved into her place. "Speak." "Punish me. Truly, not with pleasure. Punish me for being an evil whore. It was one time, but one time too many. Punish me, my husband." I'm not a good man. I've never claimed I was. I was angry, an anger which I thought had mostly dissipated, but not completely, I guess. I started with my hand. One at a time I tried all of her suggestions, at least a half dozen strokes with each. She screamed and kicked her legs, tried to cover up. Her sweet little ass was red and covered with welts. Bleeding from a few different places. The tree branch with the bark on it turned out to be truly vicious. I gave her 10 with that one. It snapped in half on the last stroke. She was well broken when I finished with her. I carried her limp body to the bed, washed her bottom carefully, applying a little Neosporin where I'd broken the skin. I lotioned up her bottom, caressing it. I had to admit, it was a source of great pleasure, and it hurt me to damage it. "Every year," she whispered. "I need you to remind me ever year." I lubed up my cock, and entered her ass as gently as I could. She groaned, and then cried while I punished her our traditional way. When I was finished, I held her in my arms, and kissed her face. "Thank you for making it better," she said softly, hugging me close. I nodded, caressing her back. "I'm afraid Rick," she said. "Your punishment is done," I told her. "No, I have something I have to tell you. I'm afraid you'll be angry." "I won't know until I hear it," I explained. "I... I think I'm pregnant." The words hit me hard. I had restrained from using her pussy much the first six or seven months, only a half-dozen times altogether. That had changed a little once we'd moved into the bunker. A lot on our true anniversary. "Are you sure?" "I should probably take a test. Pretty sure. I've missed two periods. Some morning sickness. I... I think it was our anniversary." I smiled. "Quite the night as I recall." "You're not angry?" "You're my wife, you should carry my children." "I'll need things. Prenatal vitamins. I should see a doctor." "You want to keep it, if it's true?" "More than anything." I kissed her. That cheating, whoring, cock-sucking mouth that had betrayed me. I kissed her and rubbed her belly. "What's for dinner?" She smiled. "Burgers and chips. Nothing fancy. Not really a day for celebration." "The day I learn I may be a father?" The bitch was consistent. Give her an inch, she'll take a mile. She kissed me. Deeply, and damn it, I didn't stop her. "Let's wait for the pregnancy test to celebrate." ~ * ~ * ~ The next morning she was poking me to get up. "You're going to be late." "I'm not going in today," I told her, rolling over and pulling her onto me. "Why not?" "I need an excuse to spend time with my little whore?" She let me use her, and shared a shower with me. "I need to run some errands. Need anything?" "Pregnancy test," she said grinning. "On the list, anything else?" She blushed, embarrassed. "What?" "I have a craving." "Craving?" She nodded. "For...?" "Fried chicken. Spicy, preferably Popeyes." "Popeyes! That's 30 minutes away!" She pouted. "If you go to the Wal-Mart there, you can pick up everything. Please, Rick? Please? I haven't had fried chicken in, God, well, before we got married! Almost a year and a half." "The diner has good chicken," I told her. She looked up at me with her big sad eyes. A look she hadn't tried on me in a long, long time. "It's not me, it's the baby. The baby wants it." Almost two hours later, I was looking at the two positive pregnancy readings, while she devoured her fourth piece of chicken. I was trying to figure out what to do. I'd certainly painted myself in a corner. My own fault. How could I forget, what we did was how babies were made. I could have put her on the pill, used condoms, a diaphragm, something. She was watching me, as I ate the two wings. She'd already polished off both breasts and the thighs. She was eyeing my drumsticks. "You're mad, aren't you?" she said sadly. "No. I'm not. Just thinking." She glanced at my drumsticks again, then climbed off her chair. She wiped her face and hands, then grabbed my arm. "Come, celebrate being a Daddy." She headed for the bed, but stopped and dragged me down to her old fur rug. Pulled my t-shirt and shorts off. She was energetic and loving, all kisses and hugs while she fucked my brains out. I had to be careful of her butt, so she stayed on top, and I let her do the work. "Do you think I'll be a good mother?" she asked, during our down time before round two. "I think you can be anything you want to be, Danielle." "I... I want to tell my Mom," she said, before returning to sucking me back to life. "By the end of the weekend. Let me think on it." "You can share your thoughts with me," she said softly. "Not yet." The next morning, I was the one chasing her out of bed. I got my first experience of her morning sickness, but half an hour later she was polishing off the drumsticks from the day before. I saw it now. She had a glow to her. Her breasts were glorious, her skin almost shining with life. She caught me looking at her, and grinned. "Punish me?" I laughed, and pressed her over the table, taking her from behind. "Why do I think it's not the punishment it once was." "But it is, Rick! I'm a naughty girl, and I need my man to keep me on the straight and narrow." I spanked her bruised bottom, and she shrieked in surprise. She was rocking with my strokes, and her hands reached back and stopped me. "In my ass, Rick. I need you in my ass. Remind me what a fool I was for ever denying it to you. My ass is yours, baby. Now and for always." I acceded to her demands, and moved my cock to the other hole. She purred as I entered her. "Pound it baby. Pound your whore. Rape my ass and fill me with your hot cum." I had mixed feelings when I heard her words. She never talked dirty to me. She hadn't before her escapade, and hadn't since. Only to him. But now she was saying them to me. I believe she was trying to make a statement. "You like that, you slut? Fucking that dirty ass?" "God yes. Stretching my filthy butt-hole, filling me, making me take it. I want your cum, baby. Your hot cum in my ass. In my pussy. All over me. I want to be your filthy cum-slut whore." She looked back at me, and I saw a mix of nervousness and excitement. "You are my cum-slut whore. You don't get a choice. Mine, and only mine." She nodded, gasping. "Always. Only yours. Anything you want." "No shit," I growled, slapping her reddened cheeks a few times. I was surprised when she came hard from it. "God, you are such a slut, Danielle. Coming from an ass fucking, and having your tortured bottom spanked?" She whimpered sweetly as I pounded her harder, the table shifting underneath us. Came for me again as I exploded inside her, painting her bowels. I pulled out of her, and pulled her to her knees. She looked up at me nervously. "Baby?" I glared at her. She reached forward, touching my cock softly. "While I'm pregnant, would it be Ok, if I cleaned you first, after you've been in my butt? For safety's sake?" God, this pregnancy thing was going to be a pain. "Alright." She hurried off and returned with a warm wet face cloth. She cleaned me carefully, then gave me a short sucking. "Perfect," she announced. "Go shower," I told her. When she returned I had her surprise from the car. "Open it." She opened the bag, and looked at me in shock, uncomprehending. "Get dressed. We're going out." She eagerly dressed herself in the clothing, hesitating at the panties. "I don't want this. I need to always be available to you." I laughed. "Put them on. I'll rip them off if I want." She finished getting dressed, then disappeared to the bathroom, and finished up. She was stunning when she appeared. "God, Danielle, you've never been more beautiful." She smiled, and slid into my arms. "Where are you taking me?" "Any cravings?" She blushed. "Pizza and ice cream?" "Both?" "One at a time is fine." In the pizza restaurant, she insisted on sitting beside me. She had refused to remove her collar. Nothing I could say would make her change her mind. I threatened to beat her. "Whip me, but be careful of the baby, alright?" She got her way. She stacked two slices, and was halfway done with them. I'd barely started on mine. "I'm taking you home," I said. "Of course. After we eat. I love being punished on a full belly." "No, Danielle. Our other home, in town." She looked up nervously. "Why? Did I do something wrong?" "No, but you're going to have our baby. It's time for you to reappear. You'll be repentant, I'll be forgiving. We'll work out our differences. I'll be the wimp that raises another man's son. We'll keep a low profile, and slowly reconnect with our families." "Is that what you want?" she asked, stacking her next two slices. "Save room for ice-cream," I reminded her. She nodded. "We'll have to come up with a story," I said. "That's easy," she said. "You don't have to be the one to come up with anything. You've been the loyal, faithful husband, waiting for his selfish, adulterous wife to return. I'll tell them of my adventures, my mistakes, my realization that I had ruined the best thing in the world, and the torturous task of telling them what happened, and how hard it was to find the courage to come home." She wiped her mouth, and started eating my crusts. "But you're not raising another man's child. Not my husband." "They're going to know you're pregnant." "I'll tell them we've been in contact. I begged you to meet me a few weeks ago. You did, and we got together. We've been negotiating my return for a month." "They'll want to know why you didn't call. Why I didn't say anything." "I wouldn't until the deal was done. Once I'd agreed to your demands concerning our reconciliation, it was Ok. We can call them this weekend." "What demands?" "Oh, you'll have a lot sweetie. Absolute faithfulness, for one. Complete availability to your carnal desires. A DNA test for the child. You'll make me wear your collar, to show everyone who I belong to." "I'm not making you wear a collar, Danielle." "The hell you aren't!" she snapped. "I will or I won't go." "You'll do whatever the hell I tell you," I growled. She snuggled up close. "Please, baby. It makes me feel safe. We can get another one, maybe a little less ostentatious, but I want your collar. Don't deny me this. Anything else, but not this." "Small, and no inscription." "The inscription can be on the inside, Honey." I surrendered. "Ice cream?" "Baskin Robbins, World Class Chocolate." ~ * ~ * ~ We turned our little world on its ear that Saturday. She was horrified at the state of the place. Her sister and mother came over, and I tried to keep out of their way. A few hours into it her mom cornered me. "I understand Rick, but you could have called me. I would have kept it a secret." "She insisted. I couldn't chance messing things up." She hugged me. "Thank you. I know it will be difficult. You ever need a friendly ear, or shoulder to lean on, you can call me." I gave her a squeeze. "I know." She looked up at me, grinning. "Some, uh, surprising conditions. Not that she doesn't deserve them. I still don't understand what she could have been thinking." She left me to wonder what was being said, while the vacuum ran, the washer and dryer worked incessantly, and dinner was cooked. Her sister Teri was looking cute and disheveled. She surprised the shit out of me by flopping in my lap, while I was sitting on the couch. "You're a better man than I am." I reached up and shook her breasts. "No kidding." She looked at me stunned, and I felt myself blushing. I guess the casual sex for the last year may have screwed up my social graces. I was waiting to be read the riot act, and she slowly grinned, then reached down and grabbed my balls. "Quite a set you've grown. I guess you had to, to deal with her shit." Danielle's Revenge Redux We both giggled, and I apologized, and she gave me a wink, put my hand on her tit, and laughed. "That's as far as it goes, bucko. I'm happily married. I'm going to chalk this one up to hormonal confusion." She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Watch her. Don't let her get away with shit." She grinned. "You're really going to make her wear a collar?" "You bet your ass." She wiggled her butt. "No bet. My husband would kill me." She gave me a quick hug. "If she says the baby's yours, believe it." "I do." "Good." She rubbed her own belly. "This is going to be so cool. I'm five weeks along. We're going to be prego together." When they left, the whore hunted me down, naked. "Sorry about that. I thought they'd want to chat, not stay all day." She sat and leaned into me. "Having second thoughts?" "No. It just feels weird." She nodded. "I know. Let's go to bed." She took me by the hand, but in the bedroom she hesitated. "I..." She was shaking and I held her. "What's wrong." "I can't. Not in here. Please." I'd forgotten. She hadn't been in the room for over a year. Not since she tortured me in there. I saw the room almost everyday. It no longer bothered me. It's not like they even used the bed. They fucked on the floor right beside me. Maybe if I'd moved the furniture she could have handled it. "Not a problem. Why don't you take a shower in the guest bath. I'll be right back." I returned to the car, and pulled out her favorite rug. Took it inside and laid it beside the guestroom bed. When Danielle came out, she noticed it right away. She came to me, sliding into my arms. "I don't deserve you." "Well, I'm not going to let anyone else have you!" She grinned, "No shit." She dropped her towel and dragged me down with her. Divested me of the little clothing I was wearing. Took me in her generous mouth, and I did something I hadn't done in over a year. Returned the favor. She came as soon as I touched her. The magic of the mind. We punished each other a couple of times, dragged the blanket off the bed to cover us, and cuddled together. We'd been quiet a while when she whispered. "I don't like it here. I wanna go home." "Patience, baby." "It smells funny." I chuckled, and hugged her close. "We have to let everyone see we've settled in. Give it time, alright? We'll go back regularly until we work everything out." I moved my hand down to rub her soft belly. "We'll make your doctor's appointments on Monday." ~ * ~ * ~ Sunday was more visitors, and she had another food craving. Chinese this time. I got carry out. She was getting antsy around all the people, and I had to hold her a lot to calm her down. I'm not sure how everyone interpreted that. By Wednesday, she was crawling up the wall. She'd rearranged the master bedroom twice, and still couldn't stay in there. After work, I bundled her into the car and took her home. She was happy, and there was a lot of 'punishing' done. "Can we sell the other house?" she asked me. "Don't you think this place will get crowded?" "You can expand it." "It's not the place to raise children. How about schooling?" "That's five years away. Just for now, please? Get rid of that place, and we can live here. I love it here. Everything is ours. You built it for me." She turned and climbed on top of me, kissing my lips. "When I get nervous, scared, all I have to do is look around. You made this. For me. I can feel the love in every log, every light, every thing I touch. Even when I thought you'd hate me forever, I could lie naked on the floor, feeling the wood against my body, telling me things would be alright. This is home to me." It's not fair you know. Women. Carrying your child. Feeling that soft belly. We sold the house. I rented an excavator. Spent a grand on an Alaskan Portable Sawmill and an upgraded used chainsaw with a 30" bar. Danielle started whining about transportation in case anything happened while I was at work, 45 minutes away. We went up and got her car, but I insisted on trading it in and getting her a new one. Too many questions if she were to drive around in the old one. I cleared out a patch of trees on one side of our bunker, and cleared the brush. Made a huge clearing, closer to the cliff line, and installed almost $20K of solar panels. With the proceeds of the house it was possible. Money was tight for a while, but without a mortgage or utilities, we had a lot of extra cash coming in. Danielle was amazed at the amount of effort that went into building a second room. The truth was, there was a lot more work. It was larger, raised to ground level at the south end, for windows to the outside world. We added a root cellar and second entrance. We kept the area above the two rooms clear, and she spent an inordinate amount of time making it a garden. Planted sod, vegetable gardens, roses. We kept the old gazebo, and she insisted on putting up new 'hedges' surrounding our personal space with a wall of natural dense thorny bushes. By the time she was 8 months pregnant, it was mostly done, and I was still running the mill, making furniture for the addition. I had a hell of a time convincing her to move down with her parents for the last month of her pregnancy. I didn't want to be 30 minutes from a hospital. It didn't help much. I'd go to work, and she'd be back at her 'home', working on getting it ready for the baby. We'd been there 5 months before she let her family visit. To say they were surprised would be the understatement of a lifetime. Surprisingly, they liked it, after getting the tour from Danielle. I think the single room would have been claustrophobic, but the addition was 12'x24', with 8' ceilings, rising to 10' at the end, where 18" windows extended the length of the wall, letting in plenty of light. Her father, never very friendly too me, suddenly was chummy, fascinated by everything. I spent over an hour going over many of the details. "You guys built everything?" Her mother asked, sitting on our couch, rubbing the wood arms. "Outside the bathroom and the kitchen, pretty much," I told her. Her sister's husband was less thrilled. "No TV? Internet?" Danielle laughed. "We don't miss it. Do we, honey?" She was sitting back in her new chair. More of a throne. She loved that thing. Beautiful piece of Black Walnut was sacrificed for it. She was smiling at me, rubbing her big belly. "Not a bit. Anything we really want to see, we can go to the cabin if it's over the air, in to town, if not." The visit was nice, but Danielle decided she needed entertaining space. I sighed, and oiled up the sawmill. It wasn't that bad. She wanted a natural stone patio up top, with a large covered area. I liked the idea because I always wanted a barbecue. We were discussing making a trip to an Oklahoma flagstone quarry, when she looked up at me in surprise. "I... I think it's starting." I was frantic as I loaded her on one of the ATVs, got her down to the cabin, and started in to town. "How often!" I asked. "Relax. I haven't had another one yet. It might have been a false alarm." It wasn't but it turned out we had plenty of time. We went to her parent's house, and played the waiting game. I let the women handle it, while her father tried to be calm. He wasn't fooling me. When it was time, they called the doctor, and we loaded up their SUV. Seven hours, and a hell of a lot of screaming and cursing later, I was the proud father of an 8 lb 4 oz, bouncing baby boy. Joshua. Her choice, of course. She told me, mid-delivery. I think that's cheating. He was gorgeous, perfect in every way. I held my son, looking down at his exhausted mother, before the nurses ran off with him. She looked up and grabbed my shirt, pulling me closer, her hand rubbing my side possessively. I reluctantly surrendered my boy to be cleaned up, and leaned over to hug my wife. She clung to me, and started crying. "Shh. He's perfect. So beautiful," I told her. "Forgive me?" she pleaded. I thought about it. I did. "Not yet," I whispered, kissing her cheek. "Not yet?" "He needs a sister." She nodded, smiling, and I brushed her tears away. ~ * ~ * ~ Alright, I'm not ecstatic about thes building their own underground home less than a quarter of a mile from ours. I do appreciate that they bought up the Thompson's place and all their property. Getting their place put in was almost more work for me than our original one. Still it's nice to have built in baby-sitters less than 5 minutes away. I'm afraid that her sister will get her way, and we'll have another off-grid neighbor. That's all I need. Danielle's sitting out in her gazebo, watching over the kids. Knitting needles going a mile a minute. I'm putting the finishing touches on the bunkbeds. Two sons now. Her belly is just beginning to show. It's a beautiful night, and our yard is gorgeous, but I miss the old days. She wears clothing a lot now. Too often for my taste. But with a three year old, and another just a week away from his first birthday, things change. Not completely. I added the third room. It's the main living area. All the bells and whistles, a real showplace. Our original bunker has become our personal space. Bedroom and study. No clothing allowed. Once in a blue moon, I'll make her take off her silver choker, and put on the old collar. She'll get that glitter in her eye, and her first shirt will come out of hiding. Nobody gets to see that but me. I'll chain her to the center post, or maybe the overhead loop. We'll break out her favorite rug, which has seen better days, and I'll punish her. Usually three or four times. Afterward, we'll lay together and talk. About our insanity, which we both agree it was, in both directions. The times she considered strangling me with her chains. Poisoning me. Biting off my cock. Running away when I got lax with my restraints. The time she stood over me, while I slept, knife in her hand, trying to make herself end it. The nightmares she still has, the random moments of abject fear. I confess how close I came to buying a whip, and flaying her skin. Staying away a couple of more days without food and water, to make it all end. Releasing her, in the wild. Crippling her, so she could never escape. The momentary flashes I have of her, then. Doing that. Memories flooding up, unbidden. The nights she holds me while I cry, when I don't even know what for. The bouts of guilt It took us two years to be able to talk to each other without reservation. Completely honest. Nothing held back. Except... We never talk about Ramone. We'll hold each other quietly. Thinking of how things might have gone. What it would be like to be normal. Because we're not. We know it. Ridiculously co-dependent, we can't stand to be apart. I've had to go on travel twice, in the last year, my latest promotion requiring it. The first one was almost a disaster. She showed up the morning of my second day, and sat outside the meetings. Joined me for lunch with the client. Followed me around and pitched a fit at the airport until we could get adjoining seats. We had to pay an upgrade to first class to manage it. Now she goes where I go. It's not fear of her cheating on me, or of me on her. That will never happen. It's... a need. A little sick, I'll admit. We broke each other. If I'm more than an hour late getting home, I sure as shit better call. When we're working around the property, we always try to stay in sight of each other. Her family and our friends think it's sweet. We know better. When we're done reminiscing she'll often break out her collection of mason jars, 14 of them now, and we'll count her money. She can be harsh when I forget to pay her for her private whoring. She insisted on a hundred dollar bonus for each child. Of course, she did that while whispering in my ear on the way to the delivery. Like I could say no, under those circumstances. Don't look at me like that, like you would be any better. She's had more than $10 grand twice now. Then she'll go and spend some money on something silly, claiming the money's hers, and she can do whatever she wants. Little things at first. I had no desire for her to tattoo herself, down there, but I will admit it's sexy as sin. The watch was nice, but not something I would normally wear. I will admit, the two weeks in Cozumel, with diving lessons and certification was a hell of a third anniversary present, but we could have used the family money. It's not like we're poor. She's giving me grief lately that I'm stingy. Like her ass is worth more than a sawbuck. She's posted a list of her prices prominently by the door. Blowjob $5, Straight $10, Anal $20. Lots of extras, too. She wants a surcharge for doing it outdoors, or in the shower. An extra buck for swallowing, as if she's ever done anything else, since that day. $2.50 for a rim job. Fifty cents a smack for bare hand spanking, and a buck each when using any 'instrument'. The list goes on. I'm still ignoring the new prices, insisting I should be grandfathered, as a long time client. I will say, she doesn't charge me for the anniversary whipping, which has remained a tradition, and would be very expensive. She's carrying our daughter now. I get a lot of knowing grins from her. Once that belly begins to swell, I'll probably give in, paying her new prices, and she knows it. I can't help it, it's so hard not to cave, when I can feel that movement inside of her. She's pressing for the forgiveness, but I'm still holding firm on that. Not until I'm holding little Erin in my arms. "$9,845," she proclaims as we finish the counting. "If you weren't such a cheapskate, I'd be over eleven grand. You honestly don't think this ass is worth $20?" "Come on, I remember when that was just $2," I remind her. She snorts at me. "Right. You've always been a cheap bastard. I've upped my game since then, and you know it!" "You think your husband should pay 20 bucks for butt sex with you?" She grins. "Not for sex with his wife. Sex with his whore. That's what I am, right? I'm still your whore?" I pull her back down to her rug, and spend another $10, even though she wants $20 for it. "You'll always be my whore. I think you're just trying to get out of debt with me. Get me to release you." She giggles. "You think so? That LumberPro sawmill you've been lusting over? It's arrived. We're going to go pick it up tomorrow. Happy birthday, Baby." "The HD36? 23 horsepower?" "Only the best for my man." "But... that's like seven grand." "Eighty two hundred, with options and taxes. You're going to have to wait until Christmas to get the trailer package. Unless we really bump the baby bonus." I roll her under me, careful of her belly, getting ready to drop another $10. "You know, it's going to take you forever to pay me off if you keep buying things." "No kidding, genius. You finally figured that one out on your own?" ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ My own ending surprised even me. Reconciliation, for either of them, seemed impossible. I thought for sure she'd disappear, never to be heard from again, or he'd fail to wake up one morning, after getting too lax with securing her. Admittedly Ramone's punishment was rather severe. Then again, he fucked a married woman, in the presence of her husband. He should have known there could be penalties. Remember, it's only a story, no actual people were injured in the writing.