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Carole's Revenge

By: jack_straw



Carole Banning was floating in a pleasant world of soft, billowing clouds, as warm images from her past glided by.

She saw her parents, her brothers and sisters, old friends from her youth and then her college days. She saw her children, as well, laughing and playing as youngsters. So this is heaven, she thought contentedly, a sense of peace enveloping her mind.

But then the image of her husband, Mark, sailed slowly by, and the clouds began to darken and she could feel thunder and see flashes of lightning in the distance. And as she floated along, other images intruded on her as the clouds darkened further and became a violent storm. She saw the leering images of Peter and Paul Bourne, the malevolent presidents of the company for whom she had been working, and she saw quickening images of men and women, taunting her, tormenting her, touching her and using her. They all flashed by as if in a blur, and as thunder and lightning crashed all around her, she suddenly came to the realization that she was not in heaven, but in hell. Her sins had consigned her to everlasting torment, as she saw in a flash everyone who had used and abused her for the previous months, since she had been coerced into becoming the Bourne and Bourne Company's "liaison officer," a cruel euphemism for their in-house prostitute. It culminated in her being surrounded by a roomful of men who were swirling around the room doing extremely nasty things to her body.

From somewhere far away, she heard herself scream, then she awoke with a start to see Mark standing over her bed, a look of worry on his face. It took Carole several seconds to realize that she was not dead, but alive, covered in sweat and lying in her own bed. This can't be, she thought, I killed myself last night; I swallowed a handful of pills, sat down in the shower and died. But as consciousness slowly crept on her, she realized that she had somehow failed in her attempt to kill herself.

As Mark looked down on her with a look of pity, she began to recall the events that had led up to her suicide attempt, tears started to fall and she turned her head away from him.

"You should have let me die," she said in a thick, hoarse voice. "I'm worthless to you as a wife and mother."

"I don't know about that," Mark said as he pulled a chair next to the bed. "Whatever you've done, it's not worth dying over."

"I'm so ashamed," Carole said weakly. "I've treated you and the kids so horribly. I deserve to die for what I've done."

"Don't say that!" Mark said sharply. "Look, I've made coffee and I'll fix you some toast. You had a pretty rough go of it last night, and you scared the hell out of me, but life is worth living, and you've got to go on."

After Mark left the room, Carole looked up and saw the entrance to their bathroom standing empty, the door standing free against the wall and the doorjamb splintered. Apparently, Mark had broken down the door and saved her life, and at that thought she buried her head in the pillow and sobbed, all of the pent-up emotion flowing out in hot, bitter tears.

Mark returned with a cup of coffee and a plate of buttered toast, but set them down on the bedside table and knelt by the bed, putting his arm around her shoulder to calm her down. When she had finally cried herself out, he made her sit up and drink her coffee and eat a bite, and he watched his wife carefully as she slowly got some color back. It was a rainy Saturday afternoon in late August, and he had sat up most of the night trying to decide what to do about Carole and his marriage to her before finally dozing off in the chair in his bedroom.

Twelve hours ago, consumed by anger, hate and jealousy, he had been ready to rid himself of Carole after finding out once and for all that his wife had become a true slut. He'd videotaped her the previous night having sex with over a dozen men in the back room of a strip club, the climax of several weeks' surveillance that had found her giving blow jobs and pulling trains out in the parking lot at her work. As a result, he had been prepared to throw her out of the house and file for divorce.

But her stupid attempt to kill herself in the shower had altered his thinking. He recognized it for what it was, a cry for help from a woman who was so desperate that she thought death was preferable to facing a shattered life and a bleak future. There were things he didn't understand, but he had learned some things the night before that had made him pause, things he hadn't put much stock in at the time. There had been the vacant, drugged-up look in her eyes the night before, and the alarming rise in Carole's drinking over the past few months. There had also been the comments in the elevator at her work several weeks earlier and the mention from one of the members of the party the previous night about having sex at the office as being, "part of her job."

And there was something else, too. After getting Carole back among the living and into bed, he had stared out into the night and he realized that whatever she had done, he still loved her and still cared about her. He needed to know what was going on, and he wasn't going to send her away without getting to the bottom of her behavior. 

Carole felt a little bit better after getting a cup of coffee and a piece of toast down, but when she tried to get up to use the bathroom, the bedroom started spinning, and she had to fall back on the bed to keep from collapsing on the floor. Mark quickly got her up and helped her to the bathroom, where she dissolved in tears once again, and this time Mark didn't push her away, but held his wife tightly and let her cry herself out on his shoulder.

When she was finally calmed down, he helped her downstairs to the kitchen table, where she had another cup of coffee and another piece of toast. Mark poured himself a cup and sat down across from her. It was time for them to face the music.

"OK, dear, I want to hear about it," Mark said gently but firmly. "I can't help you if I don't know what's going on, and right now I'm clueless as to how my loving wife of 22 years suddenly turns into some raving sex maniac. I want to hear it all, the truth and nothing but the truth. I promise I won't make any judgments until I've heard everything, but you've got to come clean. The time for lying is over. If we're going to continue in this marriage, you've got to level with me."

Carole sighed, but as she did, she felt a huge burden being lifted from her soul. She told him everything, how the Bournes had accused her of embezzling $150,000, how they said they had proof of her crime, how they would send her to jail if she didn't cooperate, how they had been convincing enough to send one poor woman to prison for six years when she had balked at becoming the company whore. She described her terror at suddenly being handcuffed for the first time in her life, and how she had reluctantly agreed first to have an afternoon tryst with the Brothers, and then to accept the Bourne's offer to pay back the person she'd allegedly stolen from in return for taking on the liaison officer's position.

And she also told Mark how she had soon come to enjoy much of the sexual attention, but how guilty she felt when she was sober and away from that environment, which was why she was drinking so heavily. It deadened her to what she was doing, to him, to her family and to herself.

Mark listened patiently and nodded his head. Carole's story was too fantastic not to be true, especially after what he'd learned of the Bournes during his recent investigation into Carole's activities. She couldn't have made up a story like that. His only critical comment came when she told him that she'd felt trapped, that she couldn't subject him and her family to the possibility of an expensive trial defense and possible prison time if she was convicted, as the Bournes had convinced her that she would be if she fought them.

"My God, Carole, didn't you realize that I would give up every penny I have, everything I own, to defend you from a charge like that," Mark said. "That hurts me almost as much as all the sex, the fact that you didn't trust me enough to understand that I would have stood behind you against anything. Hell, I'm your husband, and I stood up in your church and vowed to keep you for better or worse. Remember?"

Carole hung her head and felt the tears start again, so Mark took her hands and told her not to cry, that everything was going to be all right. Mark then stood up and paced around the kitchen, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got, not at Carole, but at the Bournes. He had already made a few snap analyses and decided that he was going to save his marriage, no matter what it took. He began from the assumption that Carole had always been scrupulously honest before all this began – hell, when she was younger, she'd been honest to a fault – and that she had never once during that time given him reason to doubt her faithfulness. So if she were honest and loyal by nature, then she never would have cheated on him willingly. Without the Bournes' evil machinations, she never would have begun having sex on the side and lying to him about her activities; indeed, she would never have even considered it. So the blame rested with the Brothers and not his wife. She was the victim of a cruel scam, and she needed his help, not his condemnation.

"I believe you," Mark said suddenly. "It makes sense now. Without their dirty work, we'd still be the same happy couple we were before all this started. I love you, and I'll get you out of this. I promise."

At that, Carole stood up on wobbly legs and burst into tears again, but these were tears of joy. The man she loved, the man she'd always loved, believed in her and was willing to overlook her sordid behavior to continue loving her, and he was willing to help extricate her from her situation.

"I love you," she whispered and they kissed passionately for the first time in weeks. When they broke the kiss, she continued, "I'll quit my job; I just won't go back; I don't want to go back. I'll face whatever the Bournes throw at me. Let them arrest me; we'll beat 'em."

"Not so fast," Mark said as he broke the embrace and began pacing the room again. Mark's mind was thinking several steps ahead, and he realized that it wasn't enough for Carole to break free from the Bournes. They had to be stopped, permanently. "You say they've done this to how many others? Thirteen? My God. We can't let this continue. Even if you quit, they'll just do it again to some other poor woman. We can stop them; hell, we will stop them. They think we're powerless against their money and their influence? Well, I've got news for them. They just fucked with the wrong son-of-a-bitch."

And, in fact, if the Bournes hadn't been so arrogant and self-absorbed, they might have thought twice about setting their sights on Carole. In their blind self-centeredness, they had forgotten one of the fundamental rules of business: never pick a fight with anyone who buys ink by the barrel.

The Bournes, on their one encounter with Mark Banning, had taken him for a wimp, because he was fairly short in stature, only about 5-foot-9, while they were 6-foot-3 and muscular, and he had remained quiet and almost docile most of the evening. They had heard his occupation, copy editor for the daily newspaper, and envisioned a wage-earning grunt; Mark had chosen not to volunteer any further information, and they had not asked.

In fact, Mark wasn't just a copy editor; he was chief copy editor on the news desk, a fairly lofty and important position at a newspaper of its size, a large metropolitan daily in a good-sized Southern city. He had overseen a staff of a dozen editors and page designers for 12 years, and he was one of a select group who decided which stories went on which page in each day's news section, and how they were played. He was good at his job, as a wall full of press awards in his office showed.

But there was even more to Mark than met the Bournes' eye. Indeed, if they'd used their heads and thought back a number of years, they probably would have run screaming in the opposite direction from Mark and his wife. For Mark had had a very solid career in newspapers before he ever became chief of the news desk. He had fallen in love with newspapering in high school, and had earned a scholarship to the state university. There he had worked all four years for the campus daily in a variety of positions, culminating his senior year as sports editor. It was during his tenure as sports editor that he had ferreted out a major grade-fixing scandal at the university that eventually forced the resignation of both the athletic director and the men's basketball coach. That had earned him a major national college journalism award and a job right out of college as sports editor for a twice-weekly suburban paper.

Mark had worked there for 2½ years, during which time he had married Carole, the college sweetheart he'd met in an economics class the second semester of his junior year. He'd jumped at an opening at the paper where he was still employed covering the police beat, and after three years doing cops, he'd moved over to cover city government, which he had done for another four years. During his time as a reporter, he'd earned a reputation around town as a deceptively quiet man, with a pleasant demeanor that masked a spine of steel and occasional flashes of righteous anger. He had become known as a tough, dogged reporter who was fair and honest. And along the way, he'd become acquainted with, occasionally even friends with, virtually everyone who was anyone enforcement and government in the city and state. Even his adversaries respected him for his abilities.

But he'd grown weary of the grind of reporting. His kids were arriving and growing up, and he'd sought a little more stability in his career, so he'd jumped when an assistant's position on the desk opened up. Thus it had been many years since his byline had appeared in the paper, allowing the myopic to forget about his existence.

Mark would use the skills and contacts he'd accumulated over the years to extract sweet revenge. He'd get his wife out this demeaning situation and see that the Bournes were sent to prison, where they belonged. So for the next hour, he and Carole mapped out a sketchy strategy for bringing the Bournes down. They compiled a list of potential charges that could be pursued against the brothers, and a list of key people they thought would be able to help them in their quest. When they were finished, they were both exhausted, so they'd taken a long nap. There was an element to his strategy that he hadn't discussed with his wife, one that troubled him, and he felt they needed rest and the right environment to broach the subject with her.

So after awakening again, they had showered, dressed and gone to dinner at a nice Italian restaurant, where they had pasta, but no cocktails. Neither one felt much like drinking after the events of the previous night, and as they ate they had discussed various angles of their plot against the Bournes. They were working on cheesecake when Mark dropped his head, as if he was deep in thought. He took off his glasses and stroked his moustache while contemplating his next words. Finally, he looked up at his wife, this precious, emotionally fragile person he'd committed his life to so many years before, and his eyes were moist.

"Carole, my love, there is something you need to do to make this thing work, and it's going to be extremely hard for both of us," Mark said. "Tomorrow evening, I want you to pack up some things and leave for a while." Carole's face fell and she started to protest, but Mark waved for her to listen. "Believe me, I've thought this through, and the best way for this plan to succeed is if the Bournes think they're winning. You say their goal is to break up happy marriages? Well, let's let them think they're breaking us up, give them a false sense of security, and get them to let their guard down. That's one reason why I didn't want you to just quit. Also, we need an insider, someone who can work in the building to gather evidence and recruit allies. You mentioned some people there who might be willing to help us; maybe there are others. Hopefully, in the next few weeks, we'll establish a small network of people funneling information to the authorities.

"And there's something else, and please don't take this the wrong way," he added. This was going to be the hard part for Mark. "Right now, you aren't mine, not completely. You belong to them as much as you do to me, and by that I don't mean that I've ever owned you, but you know what I mean. I love you, and I can forgive you for fucking these people behind my back. I understand that you had little choice in the matter. But I still can't get around my feelings of jealousy at seeing you give yourself to those people like that, and until I do, I don't think I can love you the way you deserve to be loved. Until you're free of them and wholly mine, especially since you're still going to have to perform for them, there will always be that feeling of betrayal – and I know that's a little irrational – but that's just how I feel. In time, I think it will work itself out, but we need some time apart to let this thing succeed. And when we do get back together, trust me, it will be worth the wait."

Carole tried, but she couldn't prevent the tears from falling. She knew Mark was right in everything he'd said, but it was still hard. In spite of everything she'd done to him over the previous months, he'd been the rock that had held her together, and her home had been a place of refuge that had been a big part in keeping her relatively sane. Carole cried most of the way home, and eventually cried herself to sleep, with her arms and legs wrapped around her husband. The next morning, though, she felt better. She had resigned herself to the fact that this was something that had to be done, like it or not. So they called their oldest son, Mike, at the university, where he was entertaining their other two children, Christy and James, who had driven over to spend the weekend to attend a football game and enjoy the campus. Mark told Mike he needed to follow his sister home, that they had something important to tell them.

The kids reacted with some dismay at the news, but Mark and Carole explained that this was not a permanent separation, that they were not getting a divorce, but that Carole was in trouble and that they each needed to be alone to work through some things so that the situation could be resolved favorably. The kids had sensed for quite a while that there was something wrong in their parents' marriage, so while they were upset, they understood. Mark and Carole had done a good job creating responsible almost-adults of their children, and they agreed to stand behind their parents, come what may.

Thus began the longest two months of Carole's life. She rented a room at a decent but inexpensive motel that specialized in boarders who were on temporary, but extended, business in the city. She was thus alone for the first time in years, and her feelings were conflicted. She was happy that her husband still loved her and believed in her, but she was heartbroken that she could not express her love back to him. And there was the fact that she would still have to fuck these people at Bourne and Bourne, most of whom she had come to despise. Nevertheless, she plunged into her task with grim resolve, and the fact that she could now see an end to her ordeal, a light at the end of the tunnel, helped steel herself to her work.

The first person she went to was Mary Jones, the Bournes' private secretary, who handled Carole's affairs in the liaison office. Carole and Mary had become friends over the previous months, and Carole knew that Mary was torn about what she was being made to do to Carole. Over lunch that Tuesday, Carole outlined her plan and begged the pretty little black woman for her help. Mary said that she would, but on one condition.


Carole's Revenge



"What's that?" Carole asked, puzzled.

"I don't know quite how to say this," Mary said softly, almost like she was embarrassed. "I want you. I've wanted you for quite a while, but I really didn't know how to approach you. I didn't want to just be another one of your 'clients,' but I want to make love to you. I've never felt this way about another woman before in my life, but you do things to me that I've never felt before from a woman. I know you want to save your marriage, and I respect that, but in the meantime, I want you to love me. I'm so lonely, and I need you in a way that's more than just being friends. Love me, Carole, and I'll follow you through the gates of hell."

Carole had to laugh, but it was a friendly laugh, because she'd often thought about Mary in much the same way. Carole just nodded, and when they reached Mary's car, they embraced, kissing passionately, as if the floodgates had been broken open. Carole finally pulled Mary away, and told her to cool down a little.

"I want to do this right," Carole said softly. "You clear my slate for tomorrow afternoon, you get the afternoon off, and we'll go back to my place. And when we get there, I'll take you to places you've never dreamed you could go." And that's what happened. Carole and Mary spent the next afternoon making love, with Carole showing Mary all the tricks of lesbian love that she'd picked up during her tenure as the liaison officer. They were both thoroughly drained, but happy, when Mary left to go home to her young son, who always stayed with his grandmother after school.

Another person Carole confided in was Warren Somes, one of the company's top producers. Warren had been the first man to have her after she'd started in the position, and he was still the best in the building, as far as she was concerned. He was one of the few clients she had at Bourne and Bourne who treated her with some respect, and she had invited him to her room for an after-work session, where they could for the first time take their time with each other. Afterward, she had spelled out what she and Mark were planning. He would be a key recruit, because he had intimate knowledge of the Bournes' trading practices, information the feds would find very interesting, and he also knew quite a bit about the workings of the liaison officer's position. He had agreed to help, reluctantly, because he'd come to like Carole and he wanted to keep seeing her. She had finally agreed to consider continuing a relationship with him, but only if Mark gave her the OK.

This was an aspect that troubled her; what she would do about the relationships with the people she'd come to like during the past few months, after this thing was over. The one thing she hadn't counted on during the months she'd been doing this was the fact that a part of her inner carnal nature enjoyed the sexual variety of her job. Even though she loved Mark with all her mind, body and soul, she wasn't sure she could go back to the same boring sex life she'd had before the Bournes turned her into a whore. Her body had come to like the sexual stimulation she'd been getting, especially with those whom she genuinely liked. And even with those she disliked, or had no feelings for, once she got drunk or drugged, she found that she could do just about anything with anybody. When she was in that state, she lost all shame and all inhibitions, and that scared her, but it also excited her.

Another person she felt she needed to get on her side was Henry Henderson and his wife. Henry was the billionaire industrialist whose account she had allegedly stolen from, but she had befriended both of them, and she felt they could help her. And they could. They were becoming tired of being used by the Bournes for their dirty work. At first, it had been a little rich man's game that they'd played along with, something that appealed to their decadent nature. But as the years had passed and as Henry had developed something of a social consciousness, he'd come to understand that he was helping to ruin people's lives. A few weeks into their planning, Carole invited the couple to fly down from their home in New York, where they could meet and discuss something important.

The Hendersons had arrived on Friday, and after an expensive dinner, where she broached her plan to them, they had driven her to the coast, where they had rented a beach cottage for the weekend. The threesome had spent the night having superb sex, then the next morning she had invited Mark down to discuss their plan for bringing the Bournes down. It had been a fairly awkward situation, and Mark had initially balked. But finally, he came down, and he and Henry had had a frank man-to-man talk over a couple of beers and a plate of oysters about Carole and about the Bournes, then the four of them had talked. The Hendersons had agreed to do whatever they could to help, and that was considerable, for he could tie the Brothers to the phony evidence that the twins concocted to reel their prey into their clutches. Mark gave Henry the names of two prosecutors that he had been in contact with, one with the U.S. Attorney and the other with the district attorney's office, and told him to expect a call soon to set up an interview.

After lunch, Mark and Carole went for a walk down the beach. They had some things they needed to discuss about the changed nature of their relationship. For a long time, though, they just walked, listening to the sounds of the surf. Mark seemed glum, so Carole finally asked him what was wrong.

"So, did you guys have fun last night?" he said with more sarcasm and bitterness than he had intended. He knew very well how Carole and the Hendersons had spent the previous night.

"Mark, please, don't be that way," Carole answered. "It was your idea that I keep on doing this. I was ready to give it up cold turkey, but you said I needed to continue, for the greater good. Remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Mark said, finally, taking his wife's hand. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. It's just that I miss you so much. I didn't think it would be this hard to live without you."

"Mark, do you think it's been easy for me?" Carole asked, forcefully, pressing the issue. "Do you think I like lying on my back or being on my knees while some clown I hardly know and barely like plows his dick in me? Do you think I get off on having some dyke who's on a power trip shove a dildo up my ass? Do you think I enjoy going days on end without seeing my children or holding the man I love at night? So please – please – don't begrudge me those times when it's good. Henry and Judy are decent people who are willing to help us, and they treat me very well. So, to answer your question, yes, we did have a very good time last night."

"OK, you've made your point," Mark said. "Besides, I've done some thinking about how I want our marriage to go after this is all over. I think we may want to experiment a little bit, although I'm still not sure how I want us to go about it. Part of me is terrified, but another part is kind of excited."

Mark had realized over the previous weeks, as Carole had, that after all of the exotic sexual vistas she'd experienced in the past few months, she probably could never go back to complete monogamy. And, frankly, he was anticipating more and more the benefits of a more open marriage. He had originally resolved that he would not fuck Carole again until she was once more his, and he had steeled himself to build up a huge load of cum for that encounter. But finally the need in his groin had gotten the best of him, so he had compromised with himself. He decided he would masturbate once a week, and once a week only, to relieve the sexual stress, and when he did the images he used were the ones he'd shot of Carole in action at the Cabaret Club. He would take an hour or more on the computer in the privacy of his home office watching Carole's lewd strip show, where she'd earned well over $1,000 in tips, and the orgy that followed. Invariably, he would hold back until he came to the part where he himself had brutally fucked his wife's mouth while she'd been blindfolded – he'd been in a seething rage, but also in a mindless lust by then – and when he came to the image of him frosting her tits with his cum, he would inevitably explode like a howitzer.

Finally, Carole came to the part she'd been dreading, a meeting with Ralph, the sinister and hulking security chief for Bourne and Bourne. This was going to be dicey, because they definitely did not want him knowing they were up to, but he had files and tapes that were quite damning against the Bournes. The Brothers had used her office, when it was between occupants, to discuss their plans for their next victim. They had had their own office wired for a video camera for blackmail purposes, but they had specifically instructed Ralph not to plant a camera in the liaison office, so they could have some privacy to discuss their plans and for … other activities. So, of course, Ralph had done just that, and he had some mighty juicy video. Mary had learned about the twins' activities, and Ralph's tapes, when she'd gone out with him once when she'd first started at the company several years ago. He'd even showed her one, and it was quite juicy all right. Mary had never dated Ralph again after that – he'd scared the hell out of her – but she'd kept the information she'd learned tucked away in her mind.

Carole intended to find out what Ralph had and how he'd obtained the video, but he would undoubtedly extract a high price. She'd avoided him ever since that first day, when he'd fucked her ass with his unbelievable cock, which measured between 12 and 13 inches. She recalled with dread her last conversation with the man, and shuddered. He'd all but promised her that he'd arrange a gangbang featuring many of his friends, and she was certain that would be the price he'd demand.

Which was exactly what happened. Ralph was quite pleasantly surprised to see the pretty brunette walk in his basement office one Monday afternoon in early October. He'd complained to the Bournes that he wasn't getting his fair crack at the whore, but they had just shrugged and said it was Mary's call, and Mary had gone out of her way to protect Carole from Ralph, whose tastes were quite rough.

"I understand you know some things about the Bournes, some, um, things they'd probably not like known," Carole said nervously. Ralph loomed over her like some huge black Buddha.

"Oh, ho, ho," Ralph laughed mirthlessly. "So you been talking to the little sista' upstairs, have you? Yeah, they think their secret is safe because they use your office for their trysts, but I know ALL about the Bourne Brothers."

"Can you show me?" Carole said, putting as much excitement as she could in her voice. "I'd make it worth your while. You know, I never have gotten a chance to take your beautiful monster in my pussy. And I think Mary's jealous." And as she spoke she walked up close to the huge black man and ran her hand over his stiffening dick.

"You've gonna fuck me today whether I show you anything or not," he growled. "But if you really want to see my collection, if you really want to know how I do it, you gotta offer more than just a one-time thing. I can get any white chick I want for that. To really impress me, you gotta take care of my buddies, too. Not many white babes are up for something like that."

Carole swallowed hard then nodded her head. So Ralph went to his private cabinet, which looked like simply part of the wall, unlocked it, took a video out of a large collection underneath a TV monitor, plugged it in to the VCR and turned the set on.

"This is a really good one," he said with chuckle. Carole watched as Peter and Paul Bourne entered her office through the bathroom that connected her office with theirs. Peter locked the door while Paul quickly stripped, then Peter stripped as well. Her eyes got wide and her jaw dropped when the video showed the twins kissing each other wildly. She watched in disbelief as they did everything two men can do with each other, sucking each other off, then alternating fucking each other in the ass. Judy Henderson had told her months ago that she thought the brothers had a secret gay life, but Carole hadn't believed her. But here was proof in living color.

After watching the video for a while, Ralph unplugged that one and put in another one, this one of the brothers lying on the sofa naked, fondling each other while they talked about their plans for the new girl in accounting – that would be her, Carole realized.

"I've got them by the short hairs, and they don't even know it," Ralph said. "Now, it's time for you to take care of Ol' Ralphie here." So Carole reluctantly stripped for him then laid back on his day bed and let him stick his monster up her pussy. He'd had to lick her good to get her wet enough to fuck, but she soon warmed up to the task, and rode him through a succession of orgasms before he finally came like a fire hose up her cunt.

"So when do I have to do your buddies?" she asked when they were finished. 

"You'll know when the time comes," he answered cryptically.

As it turned out, the time came the weekend after the following week; it was a complete surprise and it was far worse than she could have ever imagined. It was Saturday morning around 10 a.m. She was getting dressed to go to the house for the weekend to visit Mark and the kids. She'd had a very productive week gathering information, and they had much to discuss. She was dressed casually, jeans and a sweater, and she hadn't bothered with make-up. Suddenly, she heard someone knock on the door. Puzzled, she looked out the peephole but saw no one, so she tentatively opened the door, and when she did, Ralph burst in, completely knocking the chain out of the wall, followed by another black man who was not quite as big, but was every bit as menacing. Carole screamed until Ralph pressed his big hand to her mouth.

"It's time to pay up, bitch," Ralph said with a snarl. "You're coming with us."

"But, I can't," she pleaded. "I've got plans. I'm supposed to see my family this weekend. I haven't seen them in several weeks. Please, can't we do this another time?"

"C'MON, BITCH! NOW!" Ralph said angrily. It was time to show this white whore who was in charge. Just to emphasize his control, he slapped her hard across the face, sending her staggering backward, then showed her the pistol he had stuck in the waistband of his pants.

Carole was in shock. In the nearly eight months she'd been doing this, no one had treated her this way, although Deirdre, the dominant lesbian who'd first showed her the ropes of female sex, had recently introduced a little light bondage into their encounters, much to Carole's displeasure. But this was different. Fearing for her life, Carole scrambled out the door, as Ralph grabbed the room key and stuck it in his pocket. She followed the duo to a large late-model sedan, where three other bad-looking black guys sat, one in the front and two in the back. Ralph and the other man who had been at her door climbed in the front while she was shoved roughly into the back seat, between two young-looking men.

"W-w-where are we going?" she asked timidly.

"You'll know when we get there," Ralph said. "In the meantime, you boys get friendly with our whore, if you catch my drift."

"Can I at least call my husband and tell him I can't make it to the house," Carole asked meekly. 

"I thought you were separated." Ralph said. "Nah, let the wimp stew all weekend. Make him think you've blown him off. Shit, by the time we get through with you, you'll never want to think about him again. Ain't that right, boys?" They all answered with a series of whoops, hollers and high fives.

As the car headed out of the city, the two men in the back with Carole took turns kissing her roughly then one peeled off her sweater and the other began to work her jeans off. Carole knew better than to struggle, and in no time they had her naked. One of the men handed Carole's panties to Ralph as a souvenir, while the other cut her bra off with a knife. The men all whistled in appreciation when they saw Carole's nakedness. The months of working out at the gym every morning before work had paid off in a very trim body that wasn't too skinny, and her tits were just the right size, fulsome without being excessive. The two men ran their rough hands all over her body, especially between her legs. She trembled at their touch, but as they took turns fingering her pussy, she felt herself getting wet.

"I think the bitch likes it," said the man on her left. "Let's see how she likes this." And he unzipped his slacks and fished out a sizable boner of about 7 inches and pulled Carole's head to his lap. In the interest of self-preservation, she opened her mouth and began to suck his tool with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.

"Hey, what about me?" said the man on her right. "Don't I get some?" The first man agreed and Carole felt herself being pulled to the right to suck another nice 7-incher, although this one was a little fatter than the first one. She sucked him deep in her throat, making humming sounds as she did. She worked her mouth all the way on his organ, feeling her nose rubbing against his kinky pubic hair. Ralph looked back from his driving and told Carole to go ahead and suck them both off, so she could get a preview of her meal for the weekend. Carole doubled her efforts, sucking the man on her right, and soon he thrust up violently and exploded a thick load of creamy white cum. Carole swallowed every drop then turned her attention to the man on her left, and it took her all of about five minutes to bring him to an equally thick white load. 

Carole sat up then, her chest heaving and her silky shoulder-length dark-brown hair tousled. With her fingers she scooped a couple of drops of cum that had dribbled out the corners of her mouth and stuck them back in her mouth. From the front seat, a fifth of Seagram's 7 was passed to her and she took a big swig from the bottle, coughing slightly from the tart blend, then she took another one. She knew that if she was going to get through this ordeal she needed to be wasted, although she had no idea yet just how wasted this crowd planned on getting her.

The bottle was half gone when they reached their destination, a rustic cabin stuck back in the woods at the end of a dirt road. This was Ralph's playhouse, as he called it, where he brought his whores for wild orgies that lasted all weekend. Already there were a half-dozen cars parked in the yard by the time Ralph's car arrived. Carole was hustled out of the back seat and paraded naked into the house, where a room full of black men were drinking and smoking. A crack pipe was making the rounds in the kitchen area, and the smell of weed hung thick in the room.

As soon as Ralph entered with Carole, the room began to crackle with sexual tension, but for Carole it was the tension that comes from abject terror. For as they had walked to the cabin, Ralph had whispered something in her ear that had chilled her to the bone.

"I don't want no fakin', you hear?" he said. "You treat my brothas right and you might just live to see your precious husband again. But if you don't… Well, you wouldn't be the first white whore to be left out here with a bullet in her brain." Carole nodded that she understood then took another big swig from the whiskey bottle.

Once in the room, Carole went right to work. She knelt in front of two men with large hard-ons, taking them in each hand and stroking one while she sucked the other. From behind, she felt the head of a very big cock, and looked over her shoulder briefly to see Ralph pushing the head of his huge cock into her pussy. Despite her fear, she accepted him with little trouble; the fingers that had been strumming her pussy on the ride up had kept her arousal on simmer. She bobbed her mouth on the cocks in front of her while Ralph fucked her from behind, while the rest of the men cheered him on. Before long, the men on the sofa pulled her head roughly to their groins and each shot a fierce load of cum down her throat. Almost the same time, Ralph pushed his monstrous dick to the hilt and painted Carole's pussy with his huge load.




Carole's Revenge



Carole was then told to join the party, and Ralph forced her to take a big hit off the crack pipe and to wash it down with more whiskey. Then she was rolled onto her back while two more men stepped up and fed their dicks to her. One lifted her legs and plowed his 11-inch dick up her cum-filled cunt while the other pulled her head back and stuck an equally long cock down her throat. Together they worked Carole viciously, pulling her back and forth, and despite her fear, she soon began to lose herself in the sexual rhythm. She barely felt it when the man in her cunt growled and added his load to the one deposited by Ralph, but she sure felt it when the man in her throat exploded deep in her throat. His load was too much and he was in too deep for her to swallow all of it, and a free flow of white cream came out the corners of her mouth.

Next, after being given a couple more hits off the pipe and several hits off a fat spliff that was making the rounds, Carole was lifted up and placed on yet another 10-inch cock. She began to sway seductively as she rode this black cock, her fear having dissolved under the influence of the drugs and the drink. From behind, she felt another big cock rubbing between her butt cheeks then she felt the head push its way into her ass. In front of her were two large dicks, dripping with pre-cum, and she took each in hand and fed them into her mouth, one after the other. Feeling all of her holes being filled by big, hard, black cock finally pushed Carole over the edge, and she felt a white-hot orgasm spear its way through her body.

After that, everything was a cum-filled, smoke-clouded haze. She quickly lost count of how many men fucked her just that afternoon. They soon filled her pussy and ass to overflowing with creamy white cum, and they fed so much cum down her throat that her stomach actually got full. All the time, whiskey, crack and weed made the rounds, fueling Carole's intoxication. As day gave way to night, though, things began to change. Carole finally passed out from her many orgasms and the potent combination of substances in her system, and when she awoke later in the night, she found herself spread-eagled on a filthy bed, her hands and legs handcuffed to the head board and foot board.

Throughout the night, men came and fucked her in one or the other of her holes while she lay naked and cuffed and others simply masturbated over he and shot cum on her body. Sometime later, she was unhooked from the bed, and Ralph cuffed her from behind then marched her cum-filled and cum-covered body back into the main room, where she was double-fucked repeatedly, while they plied her with more liquor, cheap wine and then beer, and more crack and weed. Later, he had her hands cuffed and attached to a hook hanging from a beam where she was offered to everyone who was in the room. When she'd passed out, Ralph had taken a belt to her as she hung there, and after she'd been let down and passed out again, he'd slapped her several times hard across the face, leaving a big welt on the side of her face.

This went on all night; as one group had their fun with her and left, another group would arrive. By the time dawn arrived, Carole was nearly comatose, covered from head to toe with an unbelievably thick coating of cum. About that time, the group that had been using her dragged her outside, laid her down on the grass and peed all over her, to wash off all the cum, as Ralph suggested. Then they brought her back inside, laid her back on the floor and began to draw on her with permanent markers. They covered her from her neck to her knees with lewd comments, including the word "manhole," written in large letters across her abdomen with a big arrow pointing to her pussy, which was red and distended from all of the abuse. Arrows pointing to her asshole, which was equally red, swollen and open, were drawn on her buttocks.

Then they went at her again, filling her aching holes with their huge cocks, as she was once again plied with booze and drugs. Carole's mind was a smoking wreck as they fucked her again and again until she was finally so fucked out that all she could do was lie on the floor while the remnants of the party stood around her and jacked off all over her.

It was dark by the time Ralph and two other men picked her up and threw her in the backseat. By now, Carole was completely unconscious as they drove back to the city. When they reached the motel, they stopped quickly, and Ralph unlocked the door while the two other men picked her up bodily, carried her in, threw her on the floor and left without even bothering to close the door. Even as they were leaving, they could hear the sound of a man hollering from across the parking lot for them to stop, but, of course, they ignored him and drove off.

Mark had started worrying when Carole had failed to show at the house on Saturday morning. He had tried calling her room, but got no answer. Finally, he had gone to the motel to check on her, and had gotten concerned when he saw her car there, but got no answer when he knocked. He had persuaded the motel manager to let him in, and while nothing seemed out of place, he did notice the chain had been ripped from the wall, indicating that someone had entered with some force. He had contacted his friends at the police department, but they had advised him to wait a day or two and she would probably turn up. Mark had been parked across the parking lot when he had seen the big car drive into the lot and carry an obviously unconscious Carole into the room then leave. He would never forget the sight of his lovely wife lying on the floor, covered in sticky cum, her hair wet and stringy with cum, sweat and piss. Cum was still oozing out of her grossly distended pussy and ass, and their lewd writing was still all over her body. 

When he got into the room, he slammed the door then bent down to Carole's face to see if she was still breathing. She was, so he picked her up and carried her to the bed, and when she did she vomited a vile combination of cum and the remnants of liquor into a trashcan. When she had finished emptying her stomach, she was semi-coherent, and at first tried to fight Mark off before she realized who he was. And then she broke into complete hysterics, sobbing uncontrollably as Mark took her in his arms and held her tight, ignoring the filth covering her body.

"You've 'sniff' got got to 'snort' hel… help me," she finally managed to say. When Mark finally had her calmed down somewhat, she was shuddering all over and blubbering madly, but she finally managed to say, "You've got to get me out of there. They're going to kill me if I have to continue. Please, Mark, don't leave me. They'll come back and kill me. They said if I told anyone what they did to me, they'd come back and shoot me. Please, please, God, take me home! I can't stand this any more!"

Mark finally got Carole calmed down enough to put a heavy robe on her and helped her to the car. First he took her to the emergency room at the hospital, where a doctor did a thorough examination. There she told a police officer, in halting, confused tones as much as she could remember of her terrifying ordeal at the hands of Ralph and his friends. In spite of his anger and concern, Mark had had the presence of mind to get photographs of the car and of Ralph and company carrying Carole into the room. After he'd gotten Carole settled down, he'd also taken pictures of the condition they'd left her body. That, plus the doctor's report gave them plenty of evidence against Ralph. Mark had determined that here was a bastard who was going to go down hard. When they got home, he carried Carole up the stairs, got her cleaned up and put her to bed, where she slept off and on for the next two days.

When Carole was well enough to take visitors, Mark invited a detective friend of his, one of several who were helping with the investigation into the Bournes, for a further interview. While he was there, Carole told him her story about being coerced by the Bournes into becoming their whore.

Earlier, one of the first people to visit was Mary Jones, who had come by the house on Monday evening, after Mark had told her what had happened to Carole that weekend. After Carole dozed back off, Mary and Mark took a walk in the back yard and had had a long talk, and they decided that they needed to accelerate their timetable for moving against the Bournes.

"As soon as she's well enough, you need to swing into action," Mark said. Then he looked the petite young black girl up and down. "So are you, um, one of Carole's 'special' friends?"

Mary blushed, as much as blacks can blush, but nodded her head.

"She's very special to me," Mary answered. "I've never had a woman I can confide in like I can with Carole. I never had any sisters, my mom worked all the time, and I never connected with the other women in that office like I have with her. I really love her, and I'm going to hate to lose her when this all breaks loose."

"Maybe you don't have to," Mark said. "After things settle down, maybe we can, um, take a long weekend, the three of us, and, I don't know, see what happens. I want Carole to be happy, and if that means I have to share her on occasion, well, I think I can live with that."

Mary stared at Mark for long, pregnant seconds, a grin spreading across her face. "You are something; no wonder Carole adores you so," she said finally. "I'll have to think about that."

"You know that just might be the entree we can use to get the Bournes distracted while we make our move," Mark said. "Do you think you and Carole could maybe arrange a little foursome, get them hot and bothered while we move in with the authorities? That way they wouldn't be able to get wind of what's going on and possibly make a run for it. Think you can pull off something like that?"

Mary smiled devilishly at the thought. "I think you're onto something, Mr. Banning," she said. Then, on impulse, she pulled him to her and kissed him deeply on the mouth. "That's for later," she said when they came up for air. Mark looked at the dark-skinned beauty then pulled her to him and kissed her again. This time they embraced each other tightly, and Mary found herself grinding her jean-covered groin against Mark's rock-hard cock, which strained against his jeans.

Finally, Mark pulled himself away, and they were both panting with barely suppressed lust. "You know, you are very sexy, and part of me wants to throw you down right now and fuck the hell out of you," he said in a soft, husky voice. "But not now, not here. There's a woman we both love up there who's recovering from a horrific ordeal, and this isn't the right time for us. Besides, I promised Carole and I promised myself that my next sexual encounter would be with her, when she's finally mine again. I want it to be an experience she'll never forget. But I promise you, when we get settled back down, I am going to get some of this." Then he squeezed the crotch of Mary's jeans tightly, gave her another quick kiss then they walked back to the house. 

Carole ended up staying home from the office the entire week. Her physical injuries healed in a few days, but the emotional hurts took a little more time. And there was something else about her condition that had scared the hell out of her. When she had awakened on Monday, almost the first thing she wanted was a hit of crack. Over the course of the long weekend, Ralph had managed to build a small addiction to the stuff in her body, and she had the cravings for several days afterward. It was agony for a while, but she gritted her teeth and sweated it out, determined not to let Ralph defeat her in that manner. 

So when she went back the next Monday, her heart wasn't in her work. She was ready for the whole sorry affair to be over, and that was reflected in her performance. She was just going through the motions, and eventually word reached the big office that the liaison officer was falling down on the job. Late on Thursday, Carole was just cleaning up from another unsatisfactory encounter, when she got a call from Paul Bourne asking her to come to his office.

"Sit down, Carole," Paul said in an even tone. When she had seated herself on the big sofa, Paul continued. "I've been getting some reports that you have become, shall we say, less than enthusiastic about your work. They're saying you don't show the same fire you have been showing. Do Peter and I have to give you a lesson in obedience? You know, our birthday is next Tuesday, and I could arrange a little session to remind you of your place in this company."

"I'm sorry, Paul, I was very sick last week and I'm still not 100 percent," Carole said. She hadn't told him what his security chief had done to her. Suddenly, it hit her. Here was her opportunity to bait the hook and reel in the brothers. So she stood up and walked seductively over to Paul's desk, leaning over the desk to give him a good view of her tits, which jiggled naked under her loose blouse. "Tuesday's your birthday, is it?" she said in her sweetest honeydew voice. Then she walked around behind his chair and began massaging his neck and shoulders. "How about if I give you and Peter a big surprise for your birthday? I have something in mind that I think you'll like. I know you like to watch women in action together. I think I can arrange a little show that'll put some iron in your rod. You just make sure you have plenty of those pills you like to take, and I think we can give you a birthday you'll never forget."

Paul was intrigued. "You and who?" he asked. For some reason, the Bournes had never made a move to fuck Mary, although she had worked for them for six years. Mary figured it was just racism, that they couldn't bring themselves to fuck a black woman. But Carole had heard them talk plenty about how attractive Mary was – for a black girl, as they nauseatingly put it – so she didn't think it was that. Carole figured that it was just that they wanted to keep the sexual phase of their operation separate from the legitimate areas, and Mary was in fact a bona fide personal secretary, handling all of their business appointments and correspondence, and she was very good at her work. 

"That's part of the surprise," Carole said coyly. "How about we make it a date for 10 in the morning Tuesday, and I promise you I'll show you more enthusiasm than you thought possible." Carole held her breath as she waited for Paul to make his decision. This was where she would set the hook and everything hinged on him taking the bait.

After several long seconds, Paul laughed and nodded his head. "You really are a born slut," he said. "OK, 10 o'clock it is. I'll tell Peter to be ready for a wild day."

When Carole got back to her room after work, she called Mark and told him they were set for Tuesday. Mark was ready. He had spent the intervening weeks investigating the Bournes and assisting the various law enforcement agencies in compiling information. It turned out that the feds had been sniffing around the company for years, for suspected tax violations and violations of insider trading laws. But the company had always presented a united front, and they had never been able to get their feet in the door. Warren Somes and Mary Jones, among a few others, gave the government their wedge, handing over detailed information on the company, and they were ready to exploit it. Henry Henderson, too, had been contacted and had made a deal to avoid prosecution for his role in the frauds the company had perpetrated on its hapless victims. 

City and state authorities, meanwhile, had followed Mark's trail and run down as many of the previous women who had been used by the Bournes as they could find and gotten statements from them. Mark had also paid a visit to the penitentiary, where he visited Karla Jackson, the woman the Bournes had framed when she refused to become their whore, and her attorney. They had started the process for nullifying her conviction and getting her out of prison. 

Another tricky interview was running down the family of Tammy Peters, who had been one of the earlier liaison officers. Tammy had been so distraught by her life as the company whore and the impending divorce that her actions had caused that she'd pulled her car into her garage one morning after her husband had left for work, pulled the garage door down, stuck a vacuum cleaner hose from the exhaust pipe into a window of the car, laid back in the front seat and quietly died from carbon monoxide poisoning. However, because she failed to leave a suicide note, police had never made the connection between her death and her work at Bourne and Bourne. Mark eventually found her ex-husband and her adult children and led them to the authorities. Her death would be a key element in the charges against the Bournes.

All of this information Mark had funneled to Jamal Ward, the new investigative reporter at the paper, the young man the paper had been interviewing when Carole had turned up at the restaurant with Henry Henderson. He was building up to a major package on the Bournes to run when Mark gave the paper the go-ahead. It was all coming together. The Bournes didn't know it, for everyone involved had kept a tight lid on any potential leaks, but the investigation into their many nefarious practices had picked up all the momentum of a winter avalanche.

The last Tuesday in October dawned clear and sunny, the kind of Indian summer day that makes autumn in the South the best time of year. The first person from Bourne and Bourne to learn what was happening was Ralph, who was intercepted by three patrol cars that morning while on his way to work. He was arrested and charged with kidnapping and rape, among many other charges, including possession of drugs with intent to distribute. They had wanted the security chief out of the way before he ever got to the building so he would be unable to warn the Bournes of trouble.

An army of local, state and federal officers then waited for 11 a.m., time enough to allow Carole and Mary time to get the Bournes thoroughly preoccupied before they advanced on the building.

Peter and Paul had stoked themselves up with a double dose of Viagra in anticipation of Carole's big surprise. They had made a game out of guessing who Carole's partner would be, and they were ready and roaring when 10 o'clock arrived. They had given Mary the day off, as was their custom when they were entertaining the liaison officer, and the phone in the outer office had been set for the answering machine to pick up any incoming calls.

Right on time, Carole strode through the bathroom dressed in a see-through white negligee, complete with a pair of thong panties. "OK, where's this surprise?" Peter asked impatiently.

"First, sit over here on the sofa and get comfortable," Carole cooed. When they were seated, she knelt in front of them and removed their shoes and socks, taking time to feel liberally between their legs at the already stiffening cocks in their slacks. "Oooh! I see you are ready." Then turning her head to the bathroom, she told Mary to come in. The Bournes were stunned to see their personal secretary walk in to the room with a sexy strut, her usual efficient business attire replaced by a purple negligee that showed off her small, brown-tipped tits. The Brothers had somehow never looked at Mary as a sexual creature, because she had always been so shy and mousy in their presence. But this was no mouse. She looked like an African goddess, stylishly made up, with pink lip-gloss and her hair shimmering in its tight rings of curls that hung almost to her shoulders.

Carole, too, was exotically made up, the sheer white material showing off her pink nipples, which were stiff in apparent arousal. Wordlessly, the two women came together in a hot embrace, and their lips quickly found each other. They kissed passionately, their tongues wrestling and their hands roaming all over each other's body. Carole paid particular attention to Mary's tits, having learned that Mary loved having her nipples played with. Carole bent down, and kissed, licked and sucked each of the hard tips through the gauzy material of her outfit. Working her way down, she knelt in front of her lover and ran her hands between Mary's legs, where a wet spot was rapidly growing in the crotch of her thong.




Carole's Revenge



Mary wrapped her left leg around Carole's shoulder as Carole bent her face to Mary's hot, fragrant box. With her left hand she pulled the gusset of Mary's panties away from her juicy cunt and swiped her tongue along the pink furrow of Mary's dripping pussy, while keeping her right hand around her perky little butt for support. As Carole began to lick, kiss and suck her steaming cunt, Mary threw her head back lustily and looked straight at Peter and Paul, who were staring goggle-eyed.

"How long has this been going on?" Peter asked.

"Ummmmm, a while," Mary answered as she felt the waves of pleasure surge through her body. She never failed to cum massively whenever Carole used her talented tongue on her tasty twat, and this wasn't going to be an exception. But before she could reach her climax, Carole abruptly stopped and stood back up. Mary took that as her cue to begin working on Carole, and she quickly opened the front of Carole's negligee and went after the hard pink buds with gusto, squeezing and pinching the nipples, sending radiant spasms of lust racing through Carole's body. In the back of her mind, Carole tried to picture what was going on outside the building, but gave up and concentrated on giving the twins the best show possible.

Falling to her knees, Mary simply pulled Carole's panties down and off, and put her face right in the brunette's dripping-wet cunt. Mary used her lips, tongue and fingers to give her lover maximum pleasure, and as she did, she slid between Carole's legs and gripped her butt to get as much of her face between the juicy folds of her pussy as she could.

Soon, Carole laid Mary on her back, swiveled around and dropped her pussy back on Mary's mouth. At the same time, she grabbed Mary's panties, pulled them off and tossed them aside then she got her hands under Mary's butt and pulled her up into a 69 of slobbering, groaning lust. The two women ate each other out like it was their last meal, tonguing each other's pussy and sucking at each other's clit with wanton abandon. Out of the corner of her eye, Carole saw the twins quickly strip off their clothes and look at them with pure lust in their eyes. Perfect, she thought, they don't suspect a thing. With that, she doubled her efforts on Mary's pussy, and Mary reciprocated until they each felt a massive orgasm welling up inside their bodies. Timing their release perfectly, they each exploded their climaxes on each other's mouths and tongues at the same time, lapping up the female cum that boiled from deep within their hard core.

Carole's soulful brown eyes were sparkling as she disengaged from between Mary's legs and crawled over to where the Bournes were fisting each other's cock. She cocked an eye at that, and Paul just shrugged.

"We've been doing this since we reached puberty," he said with a grin.

"Oooooh, how kinky," Carole said. "Do you think maybe we could watch you two? After you've done us good, I mean. After all, fair's fair. We gave you a show."

"Perhaps," Peter answered. "And it was quite a good show. We'll see. In the meantime, why don't you girls come over here and wrap your lips around our cocks." Mary and Carole needed no further invitation, but took up a place between a set of legs. Carole took over stroking Peter's cock and began licking her way up the shaft, using her lips and tongue to elicit a groan of lust from his mouth. Mary did the same to Paul, and soon the room was filled with the liquid sounds of hard cocks going back and forth in warm, wet mouths. Because of her small size, Mary wasn't able to deep throat Paul, but she made up for it by vigorously lashing his cock with her tongue and sucking hard on that part of his cock she could get in her mouth. Carole, however, was giving Peter her very best blow job, deep throating his cock all the way to the hilt and swirling her tongue around the shaft as she swallowed his cock.

Gasping in lust, Peter finally pulled Carole's head off his cock, and the two girls switched places. They each gave the cock in front of them the same treatment they'd given its companion, until, once again, the brothers pulled themselves free of the warm mouths that had been giving them so much pleasure.

Peter beckoned Mary to come sit on his lap, and she eagerly climbed on the sofa, turned her back to Peter as she propped her feet on the sofa and straddled his thighs. Her dripping pink pussy peeked out from its dusky outer lips, and Carole took the opportunity to bury her face in Mary's cunt and give her a few brisk licks. Then she grasped Peter's cock at the base, holding it up while Mary slowly fitted the fat head between her pussy lips. Mary took her time descending on the long hard dick; it had been months since she'd had a dick of any size in her pussy, and years since she'd had one this size. The feeling was exquisite, despite the slight bit of pain as her body strained the accommodate Peter's size. By the time Peter had all of his dick in her tight cunt, Mary was feeling the waves of pleasure rocketing from her crotch, up her spine and then to her brain, where a haze of lust enveloped her.

Carole needed no such caution for Paul. He simply knelt behind her, rubbed the head of his dick between her butt cheeks and then her pussy lips, then pushed his fat head between Carole's well-used cunt and thrust all the way to the bottom in one long plunge. Carole gave a long, loud groan as she was filled up with Paul's wonderful cock. Despite her commitment to Mark, she had enjoyed her time with this long, fat piece of meat and she had decided that she was going to give herself to it with abandon one final time before she sent Paul off to jail.

Mary's orgasms were firing off in her body like a string of firecrackers as Peter worked her up and down on his pistoning rod. She had forgotten just how good sex could be with a man who had a big cock and knew how to use it, and Peter Bourne definitely knew how to use what he had. Since becoming pregnant at the age of 19, she had been very selective about the men she saw, dedicating herself to her little boy. She had always been quiet and shy, but Carole had brought out a sensual side that had always been buried in her soul, and now she was enjoying a thoroughly satisfying encounter.

Carole, too, was rocking and rolling as Paul fucked her from behind. She rolled her hips around and humped back on his cock to get as much of his dick as possible in her pussy. As she gave herself to Paul, she leaned in and pressed her face to Mary's crotch, licking her clit as Peter bounced her up and down. Finally, Mary got a little tired in that position, so she suggested that they all adjourn to the carpeted floor. Paul pulled out of Carole momentarily, flipped her on her back, picked up her slender legs and plowed his dick back in her pussy. Mary finally discarded the negligee top that was plastered wetly to her chest and straddled Carole's head. Arching her back, she reached behind her, opened her pussy lips and begged for Peter to fuck her with everything he had. Peter didn't fool around, but lined his cock up to Mary's juicy pink pussy and rammed it home.

Frantically, the foursome worked in utter abandon, the sounds of lust filling the office. Mary and Carole pressed their mouths to each other's clits and worked each other through a succession of orgasms. Finally, the heat was too much, and the twins nodded to each other once, pushed their cocks to the hilt and cut loose with a spray of cum, filling their respective cunts with their hot seed. Mary writhed and moaned as Peter filled her with a hot load of cum, and Carole shimmied on the floor as Paul flooded her cunt with his steaming load. For long minutes, the twins thrust their cocks deep in their women, as little afterbursts of cum were squeezed out. At last, they were done, at least for the moment, and the brothers pulled back, leaving behind a river of cum. Both Carole and Mary knew just what to do, and they covered each other's pussy with their lips and sucked the cum out, bringing themselves to another twitching climax.

Carole looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that there were still 10 minutes until all hell broke loose downstairs. Already officers were gathering near the entrances to the building awaiting the 11 o'clock hour. Carole knew they needed to keep the heat up in the big office, so she suggested that they switch and let the twins have a go at their assholes. Carole knew Mary had never been fucked up the ass before, at least not by a live cock, and this would be as good a time as any for her to have that experience. Carole had gently introduced Mary to the pleasures of anal sex during one of their lovemaking sessions – Carole had been spending several nights a week at Mary's apartment – and Mary said she was ready.

First, Carole laid Mary on her back, spread her legs and began to tongue her pussy then her brown puckered asshole, while fingering her cunt. Mary groaned heavily then reached up to fondle and suck the two cocks that materialized on either side of her head. While Mary alternated sucking the twins, Carole concentrated her oral and digital efforts on getting Mary loosened up. It didn't take long before Mary was writhing on the floor and sucking the stiff cocks at her face with wantonness. Getting up momentarily, Carole got Paul to retrieve the special cream that they'd used on her for her first time way back in February, then smeared a liberal amount in and around Mary's anus. She massaged the cream into Mary's rectum with first two fingers then she added a third.

The Bournes were ready; the Viagra was at its peak of strength and they were quickly stiff as boards. Paul knelt in front of Mary, picked her legs up by her knees and pushed the fat head of his cock to her rear opening. Slowly he pushed, until the head plopped past Mary's anal ring. He held it there motionless, while Mary whimpered in pain, trying to get away from him. Carole knelt down next to Mary and kissed her deeply then told her in a sensual voice to relax, that once she got used to it, she would experience pleasure like she'd never had before. Mary nodded her head apprehensively, and, sure enough, as Paul pushed more and more of his cock in her ass, she began to feel a warm glow build from her butt to her pussy, slowly spreading over her whole body, helped by the cream Carole had used to loosen her up. A lustful groan escaped Mary's lips and when Paul was finally in to the hilt, Mary started feeling a rumbling orgasm begin to build.

Peter, meanwhile, got behind Carole and pressed the head of his cock to her more experienced anal opening, and pushed his way in without hesitation. Carole howled as she felt the wonderful feeling of having her ass filled, a feeling she'd come to love. Before Peter was even in all the way, Carole started humped her ass back and was soon fucking her ass over his cock with abandon.

But Carole was having trouble concentrating on her pleasure. She was keeping one eye on the clock and thinking about how it was just a matter of minutes before she was free of these assholes. She was already anticipating a joyful reunion with her husband, who had promised her an afternoon she would never forget.

Mary, however, was having no such problem. She was rocking her impossibly tight ass up and down, trying to get more and more of Paul's throbbing cock in her ass. She was squealing and moaning as a succession of orgasms ripped through her body, and Carole finally bent over and kissed her deeply, just to keep the noise down. Paul Bourne had never fucked a tighter ass than this African beauty, and he made up his mind that he was going to have to indulge in this much more often. Picking up speed, he rose up on his knees, pulling Mary up by her hips and began pile-driving his dick in her ass. A long groan escaped his lips as he felt the white-hot blast of cum roar from his balls, through his shaft and out the end of his dick. He painted Mary's bowels with a wet, hot load of superheated cum, burst after burst, so much that semen was being squeezed out her asshole and down her back.

Peter, too, was nearing the firing strokes in Carole's buttery ass, and she humped back hard on him to make it look good, although she knew she wasn't going to come close to an orgasm. Arching her back, she milked Peter's cock with her muscular rectum and was rewarded when he blasted a furious load deep in her ass.

Even as Peter was finishing his load, Paul had a devilish idea. "Let's make these whores clean us up," he said. Mary thought the idea was repulsive and refused, so Carole jumped in and offered her mouth, but only if they took care of each other while she and Mary watched. Carole was frantic to get the brothers in a homosexual embrace, so the two of them could slip out of the office, the signal that it was time for the police to move in. So Mary sat back on the sofa and watched in fascination as Carole knelt between the two brothers, took each cock in hand and proceeded to lick the remnants of cum and female juice off their dicks. When she had them clean, she sucked each semi-erect cock back in her mouth and used her best oral technique to get them back up to full hardness again. It didn't take long before she was pressing two hard bulbs to her mouth, slashing her tongue over each one before plunging their tools deep in her throat.

Peter and Paul, meanwhile, were kissing each other languidly. It had been a while since they'd experienced each other, and they considered this the climax to one of the best birthday parties they'd ever hosted. When Carole had them back bursting hard again, she backed away and let them go at it. First, Peter knelt in front of his brother and took Paul's cock in his mouth, all the way to the hilt in one furious plunge, then Paul did the same to Peter. After a few minutes, they looked over at Carole and Mary, who were seated next to each other, idly fingering each other's pussy, and grinned.

"Here's where it gets fun," Paul said, as he lay down on his back, his hard cock aimed at the ceiling. Peter straddled his brother's head and dipped his cock to Paul's wide-open mouth. First, though, he let Paul lash his balls a few seconds before pushing his cock deep in Paul's throat. When he was in all the way, Peter bent over and inhaled Paul's cock and they quickly got into a sloppy 69, thrusting their hips up and down to give each other the maximum amount of hard flesh. Both of them closed their eyes in reverie as they worked their mouths on each other, and when they did, Mary slid off the sofa and silently tiptoed to the bathroom, followed closely by Carole.

Once they were back in Carole's office, they dressed quickly. Mary put on her usual conservative business suit, while Carole slipped on a long print skirt, a sexy black bra and a tight sweater. After taking a couple of seconds to quickly touch up their make-up, they opened the door to Carole's office to find the hallway filled with people: police officers and detectives, and her husband, who gave her a quick kiss and a hug.

Peter and Paul Bourne were lost in lust as they sucked madly at each other's cock. They were almost there, when they heard a booming knock on their inner office door. "Open up, police," a deep voice was heard. The twins shook themselves as if they were disoriented. In a flash, they realized that they were alone in the office, that Carole and Mary were nowhere to be seen. In the next second, the door to their office burst open and over a dozen people boiled into the room.

"Peter Bourne, Paul Bourne?" said Tom Lacey, the lead detective on the case. "Get dressed; you're under arrest."

Peter sputtered for several seconds before he found himself. "What is the meaning of this?" he said in frantic outrage, looking quite foolish as he stood there naked. Paul said nothing but quickly retrieved his clothes and began dressing.

"The meaning?" Det. Lacey said with a sneer. "The meaning is that you're both going to jail. You're under arrest for fraud, sexual battery and murder, to name just a few. You have the right to remain silent…" After the brothers were somewhat dressed and their rights had been read, they were handcuffed and escorted out of the office. As they left the outer office and entered the hall, they saw Carole and Mary, flanking a man who they vaguely remembered as Carole's husband. As they were being led onto the elevator, Carole and Mary said in unison, "Surprise!" Then they laughed heartily. And when the elevator doors closed, Carole leapt into Mark's arms. "We did it!" And they kissed mightily, deeply, the emotions of the long dark months pouring out.

Mary looked at the happy couple with just a twinge of jealousy. But when Carole broke her embrace from Mark, she turned to her friend and lover with eyes moist with emotion. "Thank you, for everything," Carole said. "I couldn't have gotten through this without you." Then she hugged Mary tightly, and as she did Mary whispered in Carole's ear, "You've got a good man over there; you'd better take good care of him."

"Oh, I will, don't you worry, I will," Carole replied. Then she and Mark wrapped their arms around each other's shoulders and headed for the stairs. Mary, meanwhile, had plenty of work to do that day, guiding the authorities through their search of files, computers and such, so she turned to the crowd of investigators in the outer office, announcing loudly, "OK, ladies and gentlemen, where do we start?"

Mark and Carole were almost giddy with lust and excitement as they reached his car. As soon as they were in the car, they fell together in a hot embrace, kissing deeply, passionately. They felt like a couple of school kids discovering sex for the first time, rather than a couple who had been lovers for nearly a quarter-century. Carole felt between Mark's legs and squeezed the hard lump that lay under his pants. She couldn't help herself; she had to see it, feel it, kiss it and suck it. Mark's cock sprang out of his pants like a jack-in-the-box, with a liberal coating of pre-cum covering the tip.

"Oh, baby, it's beautiful," Carole said. "I've missed this thing so much." She ran her hands softly over the hard stalk of flesh then bent down and covered the head of Mark's dick with her lips. She swirled her tongue around the head, and was gratified to hear a lustful moan escape Mark's lips. She sucked as much as she could reach into her mouth and worked it for a minute or two before Mark finally pulled her away.

"You do too much of that and you're liable to get a face full of cum," Mark said. "I've got someplace else I want to put this load of cum. Besides, with all the cops that are hanging around, we might get arrested." They laughed at that, then Mark put the car in gear and pointed it for the street. "Shall we go home Mrs. Banning?"

"Yes, let's, Mr. Banning," Carole answered. The drive home seemed like a dream. Carole rode the whole way home with her head on her husband's shoulder and an arm around his waist. And Mark spent a good bit of the drive with his hand up Carole's skirt, feeling her wet, naked pussy. As soon as they reached their house, they bolted for the front door, raced upstairs to their bedroom – their bedroom – and shut and locked the door. They feverishly undressed each other; Mark dropping the skirt to the floor, pulling the sweater off and flipping his wife's tits out the cups of her lacy bra. Carole, too, quickly stripped her husband while he fed her nipples into his mouth, munching on the pink tips like a man possessed. He had gone over three weeks without an orgasm, since the Saturday before Carole's ordeal with the security chief, so he was carrying a huge horn between his legs.

Mark lightly pushed Carole back on the bed, which had been turned down, opened her legs and ran his fingers between Carole's unbelievably wet pussy. He fingered her a few strokes then bent his head down and tasted her with his tongue then brought his whole mouth to her mound. He lapped at the juices boiling from her pussy lips then curled his tongue up and lashed her throbbing clit, while Carole ran her hands through his hair and moaned with the makings of a stupendous orgasm. It didn't take much of Mark's oral assault to have her climbing the walls. She pulled his head away from her crotch and begged him to fuck her.




Carole's Revenge



"Please, Mark, fuck me, fuck me like you did when we were in college," she panted. Mark had a grin on his face like the cat that ate the canary, complete with a wet ring around his mouth. He was shaking with lust as he crawled up his wife's body, and he didn't even have to line his dick up; it knew exactly where to go, like a heat-seeking missile. As soon as the head of his dick came in contact with Carole's superheated pussy, he rammed it home with his hips, feeling her wet walls part like the Red Sea. And as Mark's throbbing 8-incher filled her pussy, Carole began shaking and keening with the kind of full-body orgasm that only comes when two lovers meld their whole mind, body and soul together, giving themselves completely to one another.

Carole wrapped her legs tightly around Mark's waist as she fucked him frantically with her hips rotating rapidly, and she wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders as she thrashed and moaned. Mark kissed her with a frenzy of lust; he kissed her mouth, her ears, her nose, her forehead, and her neck, covering her with kisses as he fucked his wife with jackhammer strokes. This was animal lust at its most primal, but it was also lovemaking of the highest order, two lovers of long-standing rediscovering each other as if for the first time.

"Oh God, fuck meee, Mark, it's s-s-so goooooood," Carole wailed as her orgasm just kept building until it felt like a nuclear bomb was exploding in her mind. Mark just kept babbling, "baby, baby, baby," as he pounded his cock to the hilt in Carole's cunt. He wrapped his arms tightly around Carole just to keep her from thrashing off the bed.

Of course, Mark couldn't last long at this pace, nor did he want to; he could take his time the next go-round. Growling and grunting, he fucked Carole at a blistering pace and didn't even stop when his orgasm tumbled out his balls and his cum exploded out the end of his cock like quicksilver. He fired bolt after bolt of boiling hot cum deep in Carole's pussy, and he just kept right on fucking, until, incredibly, another explosion fired out of his dick.

Carole just hung on tight, gasping and moaning, spittle flying from her mouth from the intensity of her own orgasm. Little by little, Mark's thrusts slowed until he finally slumped onto his wife, a sweaty, exhausted shell. Carole, too, just laid back, holding her man tightly and soaking up the afterglow of the best sex they'd ever had. From Mark's perspective, all of the bitterness and uncertainty he'd had about his marriage to this woman had been washed away with the strength of his orgasm. As for Carole, gone was any lingering thought of other men or women. Maybe in the future they'd share their bodies with others, but if they did, it would be as a team, acting together. As they descended from the mountaintop, they kissed, languidly this time.

"Welcome home, Mrs. Banning," Mark whispered, as he finally rolled off his wife to lie back for some recuperation time. 

"Welcome home yourself, Mr. Banning," Carole answered back, as she laid her head on his chest. They dozed like that for a while and eventually found themselves in a spoon position. Mark could feel his dick stiffening as it sawed between Carole's ass cheeks, which were wet with cum that had leaked from her pussy. Softly, he began nuzzling the back of her neck, tracing little patterns with his tongue. Carole felt the hairs on her arms stand up and she gave a little growling laugh. Mark circled his tongue to her ear then whispered into it.

"I want to fuck your ass," he said. "I know you like it; I can tell from the way you're humping my cock." One of Carole's great regrets was that she had allowed someone else to expose her to the joys of anal sex, but there was no use beating herself up over it. Mark would just have to follow a trail blazed by others.

"Lay back," she whispered. "Let me do the work." Crawling between Mark's outstretched legs, she grasped his cock at the base and fed the head into her mouth, slowly so she could savor the nectar of their commingled juices. Before she'd encountered the Bournes, she'd have never thought of sucking a cock after it had been in her pussy, but they had opened her eyes to a lot of things that she'd once thought disgusting. She sucked Mark's cock all the way to the base, deep throating him with ease.

Mark thought it best to not ask Carole where she'd learned how to suck a cock like that; wherever she'd learned it, he'd enjoy it to the fullest. Carole sucked on his cock until he was fully hard, then she pulled her head away, licking her lips lustily and grinning happily. Climbing up on her feet facing her husband, she held Mark's dick straight up toward the ceiling and aimed the head for her asshole. She rooted the head between her butt cheeks until she felt it penetrate her anus. Carole threw her head back eagerly as she melted her ass onto Mark's cock, impaling herself on his wonderful cock. Slowly, sensually, she began to rock up and down on his cock, feeling the hot, wet spear fill her over and over. Her hands propped her up, giving her hips more leverage to fuck her ass on Mark's throbbing dick.

Up and down, up and down, Mark pushed up with his hips, driving his cock deep in Carole's buttery walls as possible. Carole's ass was so tight, yet so pliable, and her taut body was working overtime to give him as much pleasure as possible. Carole's eyes were closed in reverie as she rotated her ass around Mark's strong dick. Mark decided it was time to exert more control and relieve Carole of the hard work of fucking.

Taking his wife's hands, he pulled her to him, kissed her deeply, his cock still embedded deeply in her ass, then he rocked his way up, rolling her onto her back. Getting upon his knees, he began driving his cock in Carole's ass with more purpose. With his hands, he picked up Carole's legs at the knees and bent her until she was almost in half, and Carole responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and humping back with equal force. Faster and harder, Mark fucked his wife's ass, as she began throwing her head back and forth from the orgasm that was welling up in her groin.

Mark could feel the telltale tingle that told him his balls were about to erupt, so he doubled his thrusts and before long he could feel a hot fiery load race out his cock to fill Carole's bowels with creamy cum. Carole wasn't quite there yet, so Mark let her legs drop to the bed, and, with his cock still semi-hard in her ass, he brought his right hand to her clit and began to roll the swollen bud around, and it wasn't long before he could feel her whole crotch tighten and twitch as her orgasm swept over through her body.

Finally, Carole's clit was so sensitive that she had to push his hand away, and Mark took that as a signal that it was time to disengage and return to the real world. He still had one thing left to do with Carole, one thing she'd never let him do before all of this began, but he could wait a little while for that.

After resting for a few minutes, they got up to shower together. Carole looked at the bathroom door, still leaning against the wall. Mark intended to leave it right where it was, as a reminder of the lowest moment in their lives, the moment when everything began turning right. When they were showered, they threw on some old clothes and emerged from the bedroom to the sound of applause from downstairs. Carole laughed in mock embarrassment as Christy and James saluted their parents. Carole hugged her children tightly and she shed a few tears of joy at seeing them again. They'd been troupers throughout this whole ordeal and deserved all the praise she could give them. Just then, she heard the door that led to the kitchen from the garage open, and Mike walked through the door. He'd driven over from college, blowing off an afternoon of classes to see his mom back where she belonged, at home standing at her husband's side.

They all went out to dinner that night, as a family, and when they returned home, Mark led Carole upstairs again, only this time to the office, where he closed and locked the door.

"I've got something I want to show you, then I want you to decide what to do with it," Mark said. Booting up his computer, he inserted a disk into the CD-ROM, containing the video he'd shot at the Cabaret Club. As he watched Carole perform on the monitor, Carole crawled between his legs, opened his pants, pulled them to his knees and took his cock in hand. She ran the smooth head over her face, feeling a trace of pre-cum streak her cheek. She looked up at the monitor briefly, and her eyes went slightly wide.

"I did get a little crazy that night, didn't I," she said softly. "Mark, I'm so sorry about that. If I could take it all back, I would."

"No, no, that's OK," he said. "In a perverse way, I'm kind of proud of you. I didn't think so at the time, of course, but later, when I went back and looked at it, I couldn't help thinking, 'wow, that's MY wife, MY woman, and she's got a whole room full of men eating out of her hands, turning them on, making them want her.' That's kind of a rush. I've shot a fair amount of cum while you've been gone watching this and it never fails to make me cum like a rocket."

"Well, you just sit there and watch, and I'll make you cum like a rocket right down my throat," Carole said seductively. "How would you like that?"

"That's just what I had in mind," Mark answered. "That's something you never did for me before, so I want it now. Be my little slut and suck my cock."

Carole just hummed excitedly as she licked her way up the underside of her husband's cock, licking all around the shaft before opening her mouth wide and covering the head of his dick with her mouth. She slowly, ever so slowly, filled her mouth then her throat with Mark's rock-solid cock. Again she sucked him to the hilt, nuzzling her nose in his pubic hair. Then up she went, just as slowly, until just the head was in her mouth. Over and over, she did this, slowly building up steam, while Mark clicked his mouse through a succession of filmed images. Before long, Mark was humping up in his chair while Carole worked her mouth faster and faster on his cock.

Carole could feel Mark's cock making little twitches as it neared the firing strokes, so she abruptly stopped and let him cool down. Mark groaned in frustration, but also in lust. He quickly caught on to his wife's game, and he played along, holding back when she went faster and pushing up when she slowed down. For the better part of an hour, Carole played with Mark's cock like that, until he finally could take no more. Pressing his hand to the back of her head, he worked her up and down on his cock, keeping himself deep in her throat. Carole gave a muffled squeal as his cock swelled one final time then burst like a fire hose. The first hard shot hit the back of her throat and she began swallowing as one burst followed hard on the heels of the one before it. The only sound was a slight choking sound as she worked her throat to suck up every drop of his cum, and when he was finished, she crawled up to her husband's lap and gave him a deep, cummy kiss.

When they broke the embrace, Carole moved another chair in front of the computer, took the CD out of the machine, fished in the desk for a pair of sharp scissors and cut the disk into pieces then tossed them in the trash. "That part of my life is over," Carole said forcefully. "Thank God." Then she and Mark spent the next few minutes destroying the floppy disks that Mark had downloaded images onto, until every trace of her performance on that fateful night in August was gone forever.

Then they shut down the computer and headed arm-in-arm for bed and a much-deserved night's sleep. It had been a long, productive day. A new day would dawn tomorrow, and Mark and Carole Banning would face it like they would face every day until the end of their lives, side-by-side, together again.

EPILOGUE Peter and Paul Bourne each were arraigned in Superior Court that afternoon on 14 counts of fraud, 14 counts of sexual battery, 14 counts of pandering (the legal term for pimping) and one count of second degree murder in the suicide of Tammy Peters. They were remanded without bail, on the grounds that they presented a flight risk.

All the rest of that day, and for several days afterward, state and federal officers went through the Bourne and Bourne Building from top to bottom with a fine-toothed comb, and soon had a wealth of evidence. The most productive treasure trove was Ralph's stash of clandestine videos, detailing the brothers' plots against the various women they had conned into becoming the liaison officer.

The next morning, Jamal Ward's hard-hitting package of stories hit the front page of the paper, revealing to the public exactly how depraved the Bourne Brothers were, and how they had ruined the lives of so many people. Because Carole's involvement became public, Mark chose to keep his name off the work, although Penny White, the managing editor, did insert a small box crediting Mark with much of the investigative work. Eventually, the piece would be a finalist for a Pulitzer Prize, although it didn't win.


At first, the Bournes heatedly denied the charges against them, but when their lawyers got a good look at the state's case, they advised the brothers to cut a deal. In return for the state dropping the murder charge, Peter and Paul plead guilty to the other charges and were sentenced to 25 years to life at the state penitentiary.

Then the federal government stepped up to the plate, charging the brothers with numerous counts of income tax evasion and countless violations of insider trading laws. And they weren't the only ones the feds brought down. At least 24 other Bourne and Bourne executives pled guilty to insider trading violations. After Enron and Arthur Andersen, not many were sympathetic to the lame defenses these execs put forth.

At his trial, Ralph tried to claim that Carole went willingly on her lost weekend, but she convinced the jury that she never made any such deal with the hulking security chief. It was a case of he said-she said, and when the jury saw the photos Mark had taken and read the medical examiner's report, there wasn't much doubt who they believed. Beyond that, an investigation into the area around his "playhouse" revealed the skeletal bodies of two women, local prostitutes who'd turned up missing. They had each been shot in the head and buried in shallow graves in the woods near the cabin. One of Ralph's posse dropped the dime on him, telling how he'd helped Ralph dispose of the bodies each time, after he'd dragged them out and shot them for balking at something he'd told them to do. Ralph was convicted of those killings, plus the rape and kidnapping charges against Carole, and was sentenced to life in prison without possibility of parole. 

And even while all the criminal cases were making their way through the courts, the civil suits against the Bournes came fast and furious. The victims of the Bournes' actions filed a class-action suit and were eventually awarded a judgment of $300 million, the bulk of the brothers' personal fortune. And that didn't include a judgment against the brothers in a wrongful death suit filed by Tammy Peters' family. In addition, many of their clients filed suit claiming their investments had been rendered worthless by the company's actions. Eventually, the assets of Bourne and Bourne went to pay the federal fines and the other judgments, so that by the time the brothers went to prison for good, they were effectively bankrupt.

Mary Jones impressed the U.S. Attorney's office so much with her efficiency and organizational skills that she was offered a job as a legal assistant. With the increase in salary, she was able to return to college – she'd dropped out her sophomore year when she became pregnant – then went on to law school. 

As for Mark and Carole, their love – and their lust – blossomed like never before. Hardly a day went by without them hitting the sheets. With their share of the class-action settlement, Carole didn't have to go back to work, and Mark was able to retire early. With time on his hands, Mark wrote a book about the whole sordid affair. He toned down some of the raunchier parts, but it still had a very erotic feel to it, and that helped it become a best seller. An independent filmmaker paid him handsomely for the film rights, and it became a made-for-TV movie. 

Their lives had changed immeasurably because of Carole's contact with the Bournes. They had been made to travel through hell, but they had come out stronger than they ever would have thought possible. And it all came about because the love and honesty of two unshakable lovers proved far stronger than the hate and deceit of two warped brothers.