0 comments/ 117848 views/ 6 favorites Mandy's Revenge By: Just Plain Bob Revenge can be so sweet. It is even better when the other party doesn't even know that they are being fucked over and you can make it go on and on. It is almost enough that just the thought can make you climax. It started because I had an extremely lucky day. The day before, a Wednesday, I had been crossing the Safeway parking lot when I happened to notice a shopping cart sitting next to an empty parking space with a purse in it. I took the purse into the store and was just handing it to the clerk behind the customer service desk when a young woman carrying a child came running in. She saw the purse and cried, "Oh thank God. I thought that I had lost it - that it would be gone by now." The clerk opened the purse and found the woman's driver's license and checked the picture to make sure it was her and then he handed her the purse. She took it, looked inside and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to me while saying, "Thank you, thank you, thank you. You saved my life." Then she turned and rushed out before I could refuse the twenty. I looked at the clerk and said, "Oh well, they say that found money is lucky money." I handed him the bill and told him to give me five Cash Five quick picks, five Colorado Lottery quick picks and five PowerBall without the power play. While he was pushing buttons on the machine I looked down through the glass countertop at the scratch tickets. When the clerk handed me the lottery tickets I pointed to a scratch card that said "7/11/21." "Those are supposed to be lucky numbers so give me five of them." I put the stuff in my purse, did my shopping and went home. I had just enough time to unload my groceries and get them in the house before I had to rush off and pick up my two daughters and get them to their dance lessons. Then it was race over to the middle school and pick up my son and get him to soccer practice. The rest of the afternoon and evening were spent running around and doing things like dropping clothes off at the cleaners, going back and picking the kids up from their activities, fixing dinner and doing all the things that a housewife and mother has to get done. Then there was a healthy romp in the sack with my husband Mike after which I fell asleep exhausted. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next morning, after I got Mike off to work and the kids off to school, I sat down at the kitchen table to balance my checkbook. As I pulled the checkbook out of my purse I saw the lottery tickets. I had completely forgotten that I had them. I got a quarter out of my change purse and began on the scratch tickets. The very first one was a forty-dollar winner. The next two were losers, but the fourth was a ten-dollar winner and the last one was another forty-dollar winner. Ninety bucks for a twenty, not bad, not bad at all. Then I remembered that the lottery drawings had been held the night before so I went to the front porch and got the paper and then brought it back to the kitchen table to compare the winning numbers against the numbers on my quick picks. The Colorado Lottery and PowerBall were both losers, but the very last number on my Cash Five quick picks matched the five numbers picked at the drawing. Five of five! A twenty thousand dollar winner! I screamed when I saw it and got to excited that I almost came in my panties. Was my hubby going to be surprised. I decided to meet him for lunch and give him the good news. I pulled up in front of his office just as he and Cathy, his secretary, were driving out of the employee parking lot. I pulled out to follow them to where they were going to have lunch and then I would join them. Except they didn't go to lunch. They drove to a motel. It was a lucky day for me all right, but not such a lucky one for Mike. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ My father had a basic philosophy that he instilled in us kids as we were growing up. "Never get mad" he would say, "But always, always get even. And then if you can, get ahead." As angry as I was at finding out that my so-called 'loving husband' was a cheat I was not so mad as to forget my father's credo and I was already planning my revenge. Even being over thirty and having had three kids I didn't look all that bad. I still got an occasional wolf whistle and I had never been to a party that I didn't get hit on. I could get myself laid, but I didn't want it to be just anybody. It had to be someone special and I knew just who it was going to be. I couldn't make it happen for another two weeks, but for that two weeks Mike would come home to a wife who would do her very best to fuck his eyes out. In two weeks Mike's company would be hosting a cocktail party and this time the words cock and tail would have a special meaning, at least for me. Once I knew what I was going to do I began to prepare. I mailed myself an invitation to a "girls only" adult novelty party to be held on the day after the cocktail party. None of the dresses in my closet had the look I wanted so I went out shopping. I found an absolutely stunning little black cocktail dress, cut low in the front, almost backless and short enough to show plenty of leg. While I was at it I bought a pair of CFM's to go with it. The night of the party Mike took one look at me and said, "You do know that you may get fucked in the car on the way to the party and almost certainly will on the way home, to say nothing of what will happen when we get home." "That is the effect I was working for." Mike was able, only barely, to keep his hands off of me on the drive to the party and I was grateful because I didn't want a hair out of place when I went after my quarry. We arrived 'fashionably late' and entered a room full of people socializing. I spotted my target as soon as I walked in the door and he noticed me at the same time. I saw the appreciative look and smiled to myself. Little did he know that tonight was going to be his lucky night. For the first hour Mike and I moved through the room socializing and then Mike got caught up in a conversation about micro managing or some such thing and I wandered off the hunt my prey. I spotted him and, irony of ironies, he was talking with Mike's secretary Cathy who, catty as it might make me sound, looked rather drab. Roger Thompson was the one man in the company that Mike despised, maybe even hated. Roger and Mike vied for every promotion, and each fought the other to gain even the slightest edge in the fight to come out on top. Roger knew of Mike's animosity and being the type of man that he was he never passed up a chance to hit on me. To Roger, bedding me would be the ultimate in one-upsmanship. He turned from Cathy to greet me with a smile and then the three of us made nice, Cathy no doubt smirking inside with the knowledge that she was fucking my husband supposedly behind my back. I was equally smirking over the fact that Roger had not even looked her way once I arrived. Cathy, sensing that she was being ignored, moved away and left me alone with Roger. He immediately turned on the charm and after a little bit of small talk he said, "I must say Mandy, that you look simply ravishing tonight." Knowing that that was probably as good an opening as I was likely to get I smiled at him and said, "Then why don't you?" I saw him hurriedly glance around as if looking for some place where we could do it and I gave him a dazzling smile and said, "No, not tonight sweetie, but give me a number where I can reach you around noon tomorrow. I'll even pay for the motel room." He was smooth, didn't even bat an eye as he took out a business card and wrote a number on the back of it. I slipped it into my clutch purse, smile, and said, "Until tomorrow sweetie" and then I headed off to look for my husband. Mike was a little cool toward me on the ride home. "I saw you talking to Thompson. You know I can't stand that smug bastard so why do you even talk to him. What did he want anyway." "The same thing he always wants." "What's that?" "He wants to fuck me and given the way you are behaving right now maybe I should have let him." "What!" Mike fairly screamed. "I dressed this way tonight to inspire a certain someone into wanting a wild night of sex. That certain someone is behaving like an ass and isn't likely to do me much good. I don't know if Roger would be good for a wild night of sex or not, but at least he wanted me which is more that it appears right now that you do." Mike slammed his hands against the steering wheel in frustration and said, "Jesus Mandy, you know how that asshole gets to me." I thought to myself, "Yes I do indeed hubby dear and that is just why he is going to get me," but what I said was, "Roger is your problem, not mine. Keep whatever it is that you have against each other to yourselves and leave me out of it." Mike stewed for the rest of the ride home, but once in the house he was contrite and I did give him the wild night of sex that I'd promised. After all, I did have to have him in a loving mood for the next step of my plan. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I still don't know if Roger would be good for a wild night of sex, but he sure was spectacular the next afternoon. Between us we practically destroyed that motel room as we spent five solid hours of going after each other. As I was getting dressed to leave Roger asked, "Why now? Why after all these years, why now?" "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth sweetie. All you need to know is that you can have me anytime during the day that you want me. The only thing is that Mike must never find out. If he ever finds out it could only have come from two people - you or me - and I'm keeping my mouth shut." "Monday? Right here?" "You got it sweetie." "I'll make the reservation when we leave." "Good, but do me a favor sweetie?" "What?" "Take lots of vitamins, you are going to need them." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Part one of the plan behind me I smiled at the thought of part two. I had already arranged for my parents to keep the kids for the weekend so Mike would be home alone when I got there. I smiled when I came in the house, "Honey I'm home and I'm horny, where are you?" Mike came trotting up from the basement and saw me peeling off my clothes, "Horny huh? What caused it?" "All those adult novelty items that Meg was trying to sell. She actually used a huge dildo on herself in front of us to demonstrate and all the girls got to talking about husbands and boyfriends and cock sizes. It was a damned good thing no men were there or they would have been raped. I did find something that I liked though and I want your opinion on it." Naked I led him over to the couch, sat down and spread my legs. "She had this stuff called Fluid Magic. It is like a KY Liquid except that it has a South American herb in it the makes the inner folds of the pussy tingle and it sure is doing that to me. The other thing about it is that the flavor is supposed to make a man want to eat your pussy forever. Taste me baby. Slide your tongue into my pussy and see if the stuff will make you eat my pussy until I cum. Do it baby, eat me till I cum and I'll spend the rest of the weekend fucking you to death." Mike got on his knees in front of me and as he moved forward I thought, "Yes you unfaithful bastard, taste Roger's cum. Taste the juices of the man you hate." When Mike's tongue touched my pussy lips my body shuddered as I had a small climax. God, but it was such a deliciously wicked feeling. Mike pulled back, "Damn baby, whatever it is it sure makes you sensitive. It is a little salty, but if the stuff can turn you on that much I can learn to like it" and his head went back down. Learn to like it hubby dear, because you are going to get a lot of it from now on. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It has been six months since that Saturday and Roger fucks me on the average of three times a week and then I go home and greet Mike with open legs when he comes home from work. He can't believe how hot I've become and that I'm constantly fucking him. Have to keep him happy and wanting to eat my pussy, don't I? Besides, all the sex he gets helps assuage the pain of losing out to Roger on two promotions now. I suppose that can be considered as part of my revenge since I've been fucking Roger's customers to help him get bigger orders. Mike just keeps on slurping up the residue inside me as I go from cock to cock and I always get off when he is sucking some other man's leavings out of me. But I have to admit I do get a special tingle when it is Roger's juices that he is scarffing up. What may be the final bit of sweet revenge will come when I tell Mike I'm pregnant. Since I always wear a diaphragm when I fuck Mike, but never when I fuck Roger or his customers I'm almost certain that Mike is not the father. I do so hope that the baby will be Roger's and not one of his customers. I will do a DNA test to be sure, but wouldn't that just be the supreme revenge? To have Mike slurping up Roger's cum while at the same time he is raising Roger's child? Mandy's Revenge Please note -: This story is written for Adults Only. It contains acts of non-consensual sex and some mild violence between females, if this is likely to offend you please do not continue to read it. This story is entirely fictional, including the characters in it. All comments welcomed and encouraged. Hope you enjoy it! * Mel grunted in pain and disgust as her face was forced down onto Mandy's stinking feet. By chance her little nose had settled right into the crevice between Mandy's big and second toe, she couldn't help but wince at the smell. The hand that held a fistful of Mel's hair continued to assert downward pressure, making it hard for her to take breath. Tears started to well as the pressure and pain on her nose continued. She could hear Mandy trash talking clearly. "How's it feel, Mel? Can you smell that? These are the disgusting, grimy feet of the girl who has fucked the man you love so often. More than a dozen times. Did your hear that Mel? A dozen fucking times! But this is where you belong, isn't it. At my feet. Forced to be at my feet. Because you're just a stupid little girl who couldn't have the man she wanted but you still had to wreck it for me, didn't you? God, the sex was great. I'm going to miss it so much. You know it's all your fault Mel, so you're going to have to pay. Someone's going to have to make me cum. You fucking jealous bitch . . ." The tormenting continued. And Mel continued to struggle against the hand that had a firm grip of hair and continued to shove her face into Mandy's foot. Mel was in her early twenties, a plain looking, shy girl from the country. Leigh had caught her eye long ago. They went to the same ballroom dancing studio in Melbourne, Australia and knew each other quite well on a social basis. As I said, Mel looked quite plain. Straight shoulder length brown hair, short stocky build, certainly everything in proportion to where it should be but she just wasn't the type of girl that Leigh would normally go for. Nope, he set his standards high normally and usually managed to have a very nice looking girlfriend, Mandy being his latest conquest. She had only just turned 18, some four years younger than Leigh, had left school when she was young and since devoted her time to modelling, among other things. She was a tall brunette, hair hung down below her shoulders and she had the most entrancing blue eyes. To be quite honest, I didn't think she could make it as a model, everything wasn't as perfect as it should have been but she did have a very smart portfolio of shots. Certainly if I had attracted her in the same way Leigh obviously did I wouldn't have thought twice about taking her out. Not compared to plain old Mel. Before Mandy arrived on the scene, Leigh and Mel's friendship blossomed. As the weeks dragged on Mel became quite besotted by him. I don't know if it was just a schoolgirl type crush or if she generally did love him, whatever it was it was apparent that Leigh didn't have the same feelings. Somehow Mel had to let him know how she felt. So she penned a letter, a good four or five pages and poured her heart out. It all led to her wondering whether he would be interested in perhaps taking their friendship a step further. Sure Leigh was nice about it, even a touch compassionate but he just did not find Mel attractive in that way. They remained friends although it must be said that it was always Mel who organised the lunch meetings, dropped in for drinks and generally continued to dote over him. As the months rolled by and their friendship continued, Mel's constant companionship started to have its effect. Physically Leigh did not find her attractive. Not at all. But here was someone who genuinely cared for him. Perhaps loved him. She had started to kiss him hello and goodbye each time they met. Nothing sexual, just a greeting kiss on the cheek whenever they met each other. Gradually the relationship continued to grow into something more. Then one day Leigh arrived with Mandy. I have no idea how they met. They didn't end up going out for long, maybe six months max. I honestly think the longer Leigh was in this relationship with Mandy, the more guilt ridden he had become about the way he treated Mel. Not that he did anything wrong. He and Mel were never officially partners but he did know she cared deeply for him, yet still allowed himself to begin a relationship with the teenager with a great body and smouldering good looks. Who could blame him? Mel was so plain and conservative. I couldn't imagine her having sex until the night they were married and Leigh wasn't interested in a long-term relationship at that point of his life, he was only in his early 20's himself! Yet he hadn't been going out with Mandy for that long before she allowed him to pop her cherry. Looking back it now appears that Leigh's attraction for Mandy was purely physical. Why else would he have ended it so quickly with Mandy breaking her heart in the process? She thought he loved her. Once she had gotten over the initial shock of Leigh breaking up with her, Mandy's tears turned to anger. She knew Leigh and Mel were good friends, though Leigh had promised her that is all they were. Mandy was certain Mel was the cause of their relationship breaking down. So she schemed. She schemed and plotted her revenge for a good two or three weeks. Mandy had got to know Mel fairly well in the time that she had gone out with Leigh. After all she was always dropping in on them, calling him, meeting him for lunch. While she was going out with Leigh, Mandy was very quiet. She just seemed really shy, perhaps a little submissive. Certainly Leigh held the upper hand in their relationship and usually what he said went. But in her dealings with Mel, Mandy's personality traits changed. Especially once she discovered a little about the history between Mel and Leigh. She had never seen the letter but she knew about it and she also knew how desperately in love with Leigh Mel had become. In Mandy's mind, this gave her a superiority over Mel, after all she had everything Mel had desperately craved in the past few months. That's why she didn't care that Mel would always visit and be generally around, as Mandy became more and more aware of the situation between Mel and Leigh she became more and more assertive in Mel's company. In her mind she was Mel's master. While her initial reaction on breaking up with Leigh was just to go and beat the living daylights out of Mel, she decided on a far more sinister and humiliating course of action, a course of action that would bring her great pleasure, help her fulfil two of her favourite fantasies and from which Mel would mentally never recover. Two events specifically had seen her make this decision. Mel hated feet. She thought they were the dirtiest, grimiest, ugliest part of a person's body. The mere hint of foot odour would make her gag. Mandy clearly remembered the day she discovered Mel's horror at being forced to sniff someone's foot odour. Leigh had playfully shoved his dirty sock in her direction and Mel nearly had a fit. Leigh and Mandy both laughed at her horror, after all he was just mucking around. But Mel went on and on about how she hated feet, hated it if someone even touched her with their feet. While she wasn't a lesbian, Mandy couldn't help but fantasise from that moment about forcing Mel to lick her feet, it would absolutely define their relationship and prove to Mel who was the more dominant woman. Not only that but she had lost count of the number of times she had bought herself to orgasm dreaming of having sex with Leigh while Mel was tied up and forced to watch. Certainly her relationship with Leigh and Mel's small part in it was a massive power trip for Mandy. The other thing Mandy had recognised was that Mel was bordering on being homophobic. It wasn't necessarily anything Mel had said but Mandy remembered watching television one night when there was a scene of two women kissing and fondling each other. Mel was absolutely horrified and said the thought of it made her sick as she turned away from the screen so she didn't have to watch. Now as I say Mandy was no lesbian herself, all her fantasies did involve sex with men but once she and Leigh had broken up she couldn't believe how turned on she would get fantasising about having Mel's face trapped between her thighs while being forced to provide her pleasure. Now it was just a matter of putting the plan into action . . . Suddenly there was a high pitch squeal. It was a desperate attempt from Mel to try and get herself out of this situation. Although her nose was buried in the crevice between Mandy's big and second toe, Mel was still able to scream. They were in the driveway of the house where Leigh was staying hidden from the quiet suburban street by a car parked in the drive. But with the driveway right next to the neighbour's house, Mel thought that if she made enough noise perhaps somebody from in there might hear her and look to see what was happening before coming out to help her. The hand which was tangled in her hair and forcing her face down onto Mel's foot suddenly pulled her head back which immediately brought a searing pain to Mel's scalp. Mel was mid way through her second scream for help when the wind was knocked out of her as the hand pulled her head down viciously forcing her to fall heavily on her back. She was winded for a moment but relieved to have the hand out of hair when the sole of Mandy's foot briefly came into her vision before being pressed forcibly down on her mouth effectively gagging her for the moment. Instinctively Mel's hands flew up to the foot covering her mouth to try and get it off her. For the moment she was free and she was going to fight and struggle for her life. The odds weren't good though. As soon as she started to struggle to get Mandy's foot off her so that she could get away she felt another foot pressing menacingly on her crotch. Despite the brief struggle Mandy remained composed. "Mel," she stated calmly, "I suggest if you plan to have kids in the future you stop trying to be such a hero. Trace is only one step away from smashing your stupid little cunt to pieces. You and Leigh would have to adopt, now wouldn't that be a shame?" Mel stopped struggling for a moment to take in her predicament. Mandy's foot covered her mouth totally and she struggled to breathe as her nose was partially covered by the arch of Mandy's sole. Any breath she could take was heavily laboured with the unpleasant scent of Mandy's smelly foot, seemingly fresh out of her favourite pair of jogging shoes. Mandy was dressed familiarly, in fact anyone had hardly seen her in anything except a pair of army camouflage pants, which she was wearing again today and black tank top. Mel let her gaze wander slowly up Mandy's leg past her hip and up into her eyes. Mandy had a good figure, just a little puppy fat around the tummy, nothing a few sit-ups couldn't fix over a period of a couple of weeks. But she was tall. Probably up near six foot much, much taller than Mel who would have only just been a few inches over 5 foot. However from Mel's position flat on her back with Mandy's quite large foot resting heavily on her mouth, she dead-set looked like a giant. Very intimidating. Then again I reckon if you are on your hand and knees, never mind your back, in front of anyone it would be very intimidating. I can't think of any stronger acts of submission than falling to your hands and knees in front of someone, especially of the same sex. And then being forced to submit to them, there couldn't be anything worse. So Mel made one last attempt to get away. Unsuccessful attempt. As soon as she moved Tracy pressed heavily down on her crotch with her bare foot, heavily enough to warn Mel to stop squirming and to cause some pain, not quite heavily enough to cause any damage. Mandy lost her balance for a moment and Mel screamed briefly before Mandy's big foot trapped her airway shut again, this time with a little more force. Once again Mel used her hands to try and free herself. "You don't seem to understand you dumb bitch," Mandy retained her calmness, "I am one step away from breaking your jaw and Trace is one step away from seriously hurting you. Do you think I've come this far, hunted you down like a fucking dog and paid an accomplice to help me that I'm not going to hurt you if you give me half the chance? Use your fucking brains and cooperate Mel so then we don't have to hurt you. I'm only really after one thing Mel. And that is to use you to give me back what you have taken away from me. I don't care about Leigh, you can have the stupid arsehole. No what I care about is what Leigh provided. He was my first guy Mel, isn't that cute? Your boyfriend popped my virginity and made me feel so good that I'm going to have to use you to replace him. You get my drift Mel? It makes me wet just thinking about you having your head trapped between my thighs . . ." With that Mel nearly went into hysterics trying to get away. She pushed Mandy away easily but was then doubled over in pain so quickly as Tracy took aim and put an immediate stop to any hopes Mel might have had of an escape plan. Mel rolled into a ball and was forced to cough a couple of times as the pain started to centre itself around her lower abdomen. She was absolutely free now, neither girl bothered to hold her or try and pin her down, there was no need, Mel wasn't going anywhere quickly. But they did have to get her out of the driveway and somewhere a little more private where the humiliation could continue. Once again Tracy wrapped her fingers in Mel's hair, this time forcing her to her feet. Mel was openly crying now. Blubbering almost, she started to drool as the horrible pain in her stomach refused to subside. Tracy didn't care, she showed no mercy at all as she forced Mel into a headlock, all the time keeping a firm grip of hair and forced her to walk, or perhaps more accurately, stumble towards the back of the property. They followed closely behind Mandy who led them to a bungalow in the backyard and paused briefly while she located the hidden key and opened the door, before entering with Tracy roughly throwing Mel to the ground who landed with a thud on her side. Mandy closed the door and locked it. "Welcome to your new home Mel. You like it, huh?" Mandy nudged Mel with her foot who continued to sob on the floor. "C'mon Mel, you must remember it in here. This is where Leigh brought me when we used to fuck each other. Can you imagine that Mel, just think for a moment. Think about the man you love, the guy you want to have kids with in here," she paused for a moment and lifted Mel's head by her hair. "Over there right on that bed with me. How's that make you feel Mel? I bet you can feel it in the pit of your stomach. A little bit of anger. . . or is it envy? I've done things with him you could only imagine in your stupid little fantasies. If it weren't for little old me, it might have been you with him in that bed fulfilling your fantasies. But instead you're here now as my little fuck-toy." Suddenly Mel launched herself at Mandy who could only chuckle as she took one step to her left as Mel grazed the leg of her pants and landed heavily on the floor. Tracy was quick to jump on top of her as she landed and forced her onto her stomach. She roughly grabbed Mel's hands and quickly tied them together behind her back. Mel yelled and screamed with all her might, someone had to hear her, surely someone inside the house, one of the neighbours, anyone. Suddenly her voice was muffled again, this time by Tracy's hand over her mouth. She sat heavily on Mel's back and used her other hand to pinch Mel's nose shut. Mel's eyes widened as her ability to breathe was taken right away from her. She struggled like crazy, shaking her head from side to side and rolling about trying to get Tracy off who just rode her every bump and grind like she was on a bucking rodeo but Tracy's grip on her face remained as firm as ever and it didn't take long for Mel's struggles to weaken. Eventually Tracy let go of her nose and mouth simultaneously so that Mel could take a sharp intake of breath. "Mel, you're just making this hard on yourself," said Mandy who was totally in control of the situation. She got down on the floor and looked Mel in the face, "Now I'm going to have to gag you as well." She pinched Mel's nasal passage closed again and held up a stained pair of cotton panties. "These won't smell too bad, I wore them for a few days last week so the smell has probably gone but they look nasty don't they?" Mandy pushed the padded part of the fabric out for Mel to see clearly. There was some type of discharge there that looked a little crusty, a pale yellow in colour. "This is the part of the panties that has been resting against my vagina. I don't know what that stuff is. Doesn't look too pleasant though, ha? Anyway I prepared them especially for you, it made me so wet wearing these panties all last week rubbing up against my cunt and arsehole knowing that eventually they were going to end up in your mouth. I couldn't stop thinking about you as I went to the toilet and pulled them up over me again just knowing where they were going to end up. And when I went jogging or got really sweaty down there I would get home and take them off, they had a bit of a tang to them then, and I would think of you. Then I would think again of you the next day as I put them back on again. After a few days they were too rank for even me to wear so I put them in a plastic bag ready for you. Are you ready for them?" With that Mandy placed them into Mel's open mouth making certain that the crusty part rested on her tongue. She shoved them into a point where they wouldn't go any further and hung comically out of Mel's mouth. Tracy, who was still sitting on Mel's back then ripped off a piece of duct tape and effectively trapped them in Mel's mouth. Mel's only course of action left was to kick her legs violently into the floor to make as much noise as possible. Within seconds Tracy had restrained them as well and started to tie them together. Mel was now totally immobile. To finish the job completely Tracy folded Mel's legs back towards her body and tied a piece of rope from Mel's hands to ankles, effectively leaving her on the floor hog-tied. Tracy then knelt down behind Mel, grabbed her hair again and tilted her head back so that she was forced to look up at Mandy who walked over and stood right in front of them. She lifted her foot and caressed Mel's face lovingly with her big toe. She slowly traced her toe around Mel's eyes carefully wiping away the tears, down around the duct tape that trapped her dirty panties in Mel's mouth, up and down her cheek before paying particular attention to just below her nose where Mel had no choice but to breathe in the odour. "You're probably thinking right now of ways to get out of this situation," Mandy started. "Well I can tell you that there aren't any. Leigh hasn't changed his password on his e-mail account so I know for a fact that he is in Sydney for the next few days. Not only that but the stupid bastard still hides the key in the same spot. So I thought what better place than here to teach you your proper place." Mandy continued to run her toe over Mel's face, "Now I don't intend to hold you here for long, just long enough so that Tracy and I get what we want. Oh wait, how rude of me, I don't think you and Trace have been introduced. Trace you come and stand over here while I introduce you." The pressure pulling Mel's scalp back was suddenly gone. Mel could only rest her head on the floor in relief for a few moments before Mandy had a firm grip of hair and once again tilted her head backwards so that she was forced to look at the person in front of her. Mandy's Revenge "Mel this is Tracy." Tracy stepped forward and grabbed Mel's nose between her big and second toes. "Nice to meet you Mel," she said as she shook Mel's face backwards and forwards with this tight grip on her nose. Mandy laughed, while Mel panicked. She had no way of breathing through her mouth with this disgusting gag in place so anything that blocked her nose made it impossible to breathe. Just as quickly though, Tracy released her nose giving Mel a clear look at her for the first time. The first thing Mel noticed was how skinny she was. How could someone so skinny be so tough? And how dirty she looked. Mel looked in horror at her feet, they were filthy like she hadn't worn shoes for days. She was wearing a light sun dress, green in colour, though it looked as if she had been wearing it for days too. It hung loosely about half way down her thighs. Her dirty blondish hair hadn't been washed for days either. If she looked after herself and ate properly, Mel thought that maybe she could be quite attractive. "I met Trace down at Frankston Railway Station," Mandy continued. "She was keen to earn some money to help pay for her drug habit. When we sat down and talked about what I was going to do, she couldn't wait to be in on it. After all this is a lot more pleasant than having to give head jobs to middle aged men for a few extra bucks on the side." Mandy laughed, "If all goes well, maybe she could pimp you out to earn some extra money for her after I've finished with you." Tracy chimed in, "It's like I always said Mandy, better to receive head jobs than give, especially if it's from frigid little bitches like this one." "That's fine Trace, just remember our deal. You don't get to play with her until after I have finished, then she's all yours." With that Mandy let go of Mel's hair and stood up. "Righto I'm going out for a long jog to work up a sweat. Want to be at my best when I finally get to sit on your face. Look at me Mel. I want you to watch me as I get changed. Look at the body that fucked your boyfriend silly in this very room. Look at the body that owns you right now. That's right Mel, I own you. I can touch any part of you I want, can do anything to you I want and there isn't a thing you can do about it." Tracy grabbed Mel's hair again and forced her to look up at Mandy unbuttoning her camouflage pants. Mandy took a few paces forward so that she was standing right in front of Mel. "Hold her up Trace. So she is on her knees before me." There was no way Mel could balance on her knees herself with the way she had been tied, so Tracy dragged her to her knees so that her face was about equal with the zipper of Mandy's pants. And held her. Mandy stared down at her as she slowly and seductively pulled down her zipper just inches in front of her face. At this point Mel tightly closed her eyes, only to be greeted with a hard slap. "Look at me you fucking bitch," Mandy growled, "If you dare shut your eyes before me again I will hurt you." As Mandy allowed her pants to fall to the ground, a cute but plain pair of pink cotton panties revealed itself. Mandy suddenly thrust her hips forward, smacking Mel right in the face with her vagina. She did it again. And again. Only lightly, I don't think she did it with any intention of inflicting any pain. She did it again. Mel started to cry again. "You know what I'm doing, don't you Mel?" She did it again, then twice more. "I'm smacking your face with my cunt Mel. Look at these panties. Think about what's inside them." She did it again. "How's that make you feel? Good to be smacked in the face with the cunt that fucked your boyfriend?" And again. "Think about it Mel, you on your knees in front of the cunt that fucked your boyfriend." She did it again. "And now this cunt owns you. Your whole World revolves around this cunt. Surely you can taste it now on those panties stuffed in your mouth. My cunt is in your mouth and no matter how long you live, you will always know that the taste of the cunt that fucked . . ." She did it again . . . "Your . . ." and again this time a little harder . . . "Boyfriend . . ." this time with enough force for Tracy to let go so that Mel would fall to the floor, "Will always be in your mouth, you disgusting little bitch." Mandy stepped out of her pants and stood over Mel one leg either side of her prone body, whose tears still flowed steadily. "Look up at me Mel. Now as I was saying I'm going out for a jog. I'm gunna make myself so sweaty, I want you to feel as uncomfortable as possible while you give me the best orgasm I have ever had all over your stupid face. So when I get back you will lick the sweat from every single part of my body which means we will take out your gag. While I'm gone I want you to think about your place here and what you are going to do for me. Also think about the pain you endured when Trace kicked you in the cunt. If there is any screaming or shouting from you once we take off your gag we will beat you silly and still force you to do what we want. Nod for me if you understand." Mel desperately nodded her head. She frantically wanted to get this disgusting gag out of her mouth. The discharge had loosened and been swallowed long ago and now all that was left was a sopping wet piece of fabric robbing her of any saliva in her mouth. Her throat was hurting terribly and she desperately needed a drink. Not only that but if she was allowed to talk maybe she could talk some compassion into these girls. Especially Tracy. Surely she had no grudge against her, maybe she could offer her more money to let her go than what Mandy was able to pay her. Mandy went back over to the bed and pulled on a tight pair of lycra shorts before sitting down to put on her shoes and socks. "Can you bring her over here please Trace?" Tracy did as she was asked, dragging Mel by her bonds over to Mandy's feet. Mel was left laying on her stomach right in front of Mandy's feet as she sat on the edge of the bed. Mandy grabbed a pair of what looked to be well worn socks, certainly the soles of the white athletic anklets were an off-white at best, rested one foot on the side of Mel's face while she pulled her sock then shoe onto her other foot. She then changed feet and placed her foot which was now wearing the running shoe on the side of Mel's head while she put her shoe and sock on the other foot. It was only a little thing but it ensured Mel knew her place. As Mandy stood up she left her foot resting on Mel's face, then pressed down full weight as she callously trampled on her head as she made her way over to the door. "Righto Trace, you know what to do. I should be back in half hour or so, probably would have worked up a fair sweat by then. See ya Mel," she yelled as she left. The key in the lock could clearly be heard as Mandy locked them both in as she left. She wouldn't have been out the driveway before Tracy started loosening Mel's bonds. She undid the rope tying Mel's feet to her hands, which allowed Mel to straighten her legs for the first time in a while, then undid the rope tying her ankles together before untying her hands. Mel couldn't believe it, was she being freed? MANDY'S REVENGE, Chapter 2. Mel's knees ached terribly from being bent back over her body in the hog tie. Her shoulders also throbbed from having her wrists tied tightly behind her back. She stretched out on the floor for a moment before it even occurred to her that without her hands being tied she could take out the gag. In a swift motion Mel pulled the duct tape from her mouth before pulling the undies out of her mouth and tossing them to one side. This was a strange turn of events. Mel knew the door was locked and that she was still trapped in the bungalow. It was an unusual set-up in that the door could be snitched from the outside and whoever was inside would be locked in. She had asked Leigh to change it several times in the past. That said she could still easily clamber out a window if she could get past Tracy. That was another matter. Tracy? Why on Earth had she just untied her like that? Was she offering the opportunity for her to get away? Was Mel going to have to struggle with her or was Tracy going to just let her get up and do as she pleased? Should Mel offer her money to be released? She was sure she could outbid Mandy if it got down to that. What did Mandy mean by telling Tracy that 'she would know what to do?' Eventually Mel slowly started to stand up, she wasn't going to make any sudden movements for the window, there was no way Tracy would allow that. She looked around to see Tracy simply leaning against the sink watching her with a smirk on her face. Remembering that Mandy said she would be half an hour, Mel knew she still had plenty of time so she decided to try and make friends with Tracy, she needed an ally in this situation, not an enemy. Not someone who was going to be angry about her trying to escape. Mel now stood unsteadily. The pain in her stomach from Tracy kicking her earlier was now gone. In fact other than the aching in her knees and shoulders Mel felt quite well. Except her throat was terribly dry having had Mel's dirty panties being forced in there. She tried to speak but could only manage a croaking sound at first before working some moisture back in her throat. She decided to be as polite as possible to Tracy, almost as nothing had happened between them. She knew she couldn't afford to cause any trouble. "Excuse me Tracy, is it alright if I get a glass of water, my throat's really dry." Mel was as sincere and submissive as possible. She figured that as long as Tracy thought that she was still in charge there shouldn't be a problem. "Yeah sure," replied Tracy. "You must feel terrible." What was this -- was she starting a conversation? Mel continued to play along. "Yes, I feel pretty bad." "So you should," said Tracy, "You know you brought this on yourself." Mel quickly downed one glass of water before re-filling another. Tracy continued, "In my opinion you deserve everything you get." Mel downed the other glass of water, didn't sound as if though Tracy was interested in being friends. She re-filled again. "Look," said Mel, "I don't know what Mandy has told you about Leigh and I. I had nothing to do with him breaking up with her. When I asked him about it he told me nothing had changed between him and I, he still just wanted to be friends. I don't know why he dumped Mandy. You know if Mandy is paying you to help her, I work full-time. You and I can just leave here now and I will give you double anything Mandy is paying you." "C'mon Mel, you heard her lock the door. We're trapped in here until she gets back." Mel nodded towards the window. "The door isn't the only way out." Tracy walked over to the window, seemingly to see if it was locked or nailed down. "You're right she hasn't locked the window. You'll pay me double if I let you out?" Mel's heart skipped a beat, this was looking promising. "Yeah, we leave together. My car is just out the front, I will drive you direct to the bank, withdraw the cash, then we're both free to go our separate ways. What do you reckon?" Tracy didn't even give it any thought, "Alright then, you've got a deal. You jump out first, I'll follow." Mel couldn't believe it. She probably couldn't have the money Tracy wanted straight away but that was a bridge to cross once they got to it. She just had to get them both out of here before Mandy came back. Tracy didn't need to know she might not have the money, she'd just drive them both straight to a police station. Yeah, that is what she would do, the cops could be waiting at the bungalow to arrest Mandy as soon as she got back. Mel put down her glass and bounded over to the window. It was one of those widows that didn't open all the way so you had to put one leg out first, then bend you're body under the window before bringing the other leg through. "I'll give you a hand once I'm out if you like," said Mel enthusiastically as she slipped her leg through the window. Tracy readied herself and then at the exact point Mel was halfway out straddling the sill, she slammed the window straight down on Mel's back not once but twice, causing Mel to howl from the pain. In a flash, Tracy had dragged Mel's body back into the bungalow and shut the window. In the few moments this had happened, Mel couldn't believe how stupid she had been. Of course this was a double-cross, she should have insisted Tracy climb out the window first. You could almost see Mel thinking to herself, 'one minute she is saying that I deserve everything I get, the next she is helping me to escape out the window. Yeah right'. Mel never had a chance to regain her footing as Tracy quickly jumped on her while she was on the floor and rained punches down all over her body. Mel desperately rolled over onto her back, dislodging Tracy from her perch in the process. Mel certainly wasn't a fighter, she could never remember being in a fight before and it told. Like a cat, Tracy was immediately back onto her feet while Mel was just a fraction slower in trying to get up. This was all the time Tracy needed as she lifted her bare foot straight into Mel's stomach. The wind quickly escaped Mel's lungs as she fell back to her knees. Tracy lined her up again and unleashed another kick into the side of Mel's stomach. This time Mel fell to the ground. Tracy rested her knee into the small of Mel's back and cruelly pulled her head back by the hair bending her body back in a way that it wasn't built for. Mel tried to scream but the pain was too much, she could only whimper as Tracy lent forward and whispered in her ear. "Time to get undressed bitch." Mel was wearing a pull-over with blouse underneath and as Tracy let go of her hair and stood up, she could feel her tugging at her top trying to get it over her head. Tracy was able to lift Mel's arms above her head and pulled both the top and blouse off to the point where they bunched around her neck so that Mel couldn't see and so that her arms remain trapped in the sleeves comically above her head. Mel started to roll around on the floor trying to free herself of her clothing and get out of this trap when pain exploded in her groin, she howled terribly, it was clear that Tracy had kicked her fair between the legs while she was trapped. Mel then felt a weight on her stomach, clearly Tracy had straddled her and was now sitting astride her. Despite the pain, Mel could feel kind of a warm, moist type feeling on her skin where Tracy sat. Then it dawned on her, the filthy cow wasn't wearing undies. She couldn't tell before now as any time Tracy had straddled her, she was wearing clothes. But this was plain skin on skin. Mel was horrified as Tracy slowly slid a couple of inches up and down her torso, masturbating herself on Mel's bare stomach. Mel squiggled violently to try and get away but she was trapped hopelessly. "Keep struggling Mel, you naughty girl. You're making me all wet, can you feel it on your stomach?" There was no immediate answer so Tracy lifted herself up slightly before dropping the full weight of her body back onto Mel's bare stomach. The sudden blow winded Mel and there was a small squelch as Tracy landed back in her own wet patch. "Ooh, did you hear that Mel? You're making me so wet. Struggling and squirming under my naked cunt. I don't think I'll wait for Mandy to get back, I really want to sit on your face now. Would you like that Mel? I know you're trapped. Do you want me to free you so that I can sit my naked, wet, swollen pussy on your face? You better answer me Mel otherwise I'll do this again." With that she lifted herself again, slightly higher this time before dropping her weight back onto Mel's stomach. You couldn't hear the squelch this time, not over the grunt from Mel who desperately struggled for breath. It was unbearably hot trapped inside her clothing and her shoulders were starting to hurt from being trapped above her head. She felt Tracy lift again. "No, no please don't." Mel pleaded. "Not again." Tracy dropped her weight down onto Mel's stomach for a third time. Once again the wind went rushing out of Mel's system. "Well," said Tracy, "Do you want me to free you so I can sit on your face? You can get some practice in before Mandy gets back." Mel continued to try and take breaths, as difficult as it was with this woman sitting on her. "No. No." There was panic in Mel's voice, "I will stay trapped. I'll do anything you want, please don't sit on my face." She felt Tracy's weight lift from her stomach again, "Tracy, please stop, Tracy don't do it again, it hurts." Even though she could no longer see her face, Tracy could tell Mel was crying uncontrollably. "Alright Mel, settle down. I'll stop doing it." Tracy settled back down on Mel's stomach, this time with a little more care. "You don't mind me rubbing myself on you like this while I undress you do you Mel?" Tracy continued her little sliding motion on Mel's stomach. Then for some reason Mel got angry. It was so sudden. Up until now she had screamed for help, tried to get away, cried and pleaded for mercy but never really lost her temper. As she lay there trapped in her own clothing, unable to see and unbearably hot while this slut used her for her own pleasure, something clicked in Mel. "Get off me you fucking bitch!" she screamed. It was very unusual for Mel to swear. "Just leave me alone, it's not my fault Leigh dumped Mandy. Why can't you just leave me alone?" She had started to shout but as her ranting continued, she broke down totally. "I've never done anything to anyone, I don't deserve this. Why are you doing this to me?" Mel had hardly stopped talking when she felt Tracy unclasp her bra and discard it. It suddenly dawned on her for the first time that this was going to happen, these girls were actually going to do what they said they would. Until now Mel had hoped they would stop but as Tracy started to cruelly pinch her nipples . . . Mel just gave up. She just lay there stunned, jumper over her head, arms trapped with some homeless girl not wearing panties sitting on her stomach and now pulling viciously at her bare nipples. Mel just lay there and sobbed her eyes out. She cried uncontrollably. Tracy had felt her stop fighting. "Hey." She slapped Mel's breast hard, "you're not giving up this easily are you? When Mel gets back she is going to use you as her personal dildo." Tracy slapped the other breast. "C'mon Mel, you don't want to be my little bitch either do you? It's part of the deal, I get to use you once you've been broken, you're not giving up are you? C'mon Mel." Mel continued to lay there sobbing, she was incapable of even answering she was so upset. Tracy continued. "Fine then, if that's how you want it. Up you get." Tracy stood up and pulled Mel to her feet by her jumper before pushing her over back against the wall. Mel just stood there, using the wall to support her weight, with her eyes still firmly closed, she could only imagine Tracy was standing right in front of her. She felt Tracy's hands on her bare breast again, this time though the touch was more sensual. "Poor baby," said Tracy, "All upset because she can't escape." She continued to trace her fingers over Mel's breasts before concentrating on her nipples. Mel continued to sob inside her jumper prison while Tracy worked slowly over her nipples. Eventually Mel's body started to respond despite herself, her nipples hardened and she ached for Tracy's touch. Tracy continued to work her hand over Mel's breasts for a few moments before dropping one hand to the button of Mel's jeans. She fumbled with it briefly before popping it undone, though the zipper still firmly held them up around her waist. "Mel," Tracy brought her mouth to Mel's nipple and flicked it sensuously with her tongue, "I'm going to take you're jumper off now." She took her nipple in her mouth and traced it with her tongue, "When I take it off you, I don't want any nonsense." Tracy eased her mouth down onto Mel's other nipple while resting her forearm heavily across Mel's chest. Mandy's Revenge "Do I make myself clear?" Again no response from Mel. Tracy grabbed one of her nipples roughly between thumb and forefinger, "I said do I make myself clear?" A little voice squeaked something from inside the jumper. Leaving her arm pressing heavily against Mel's chest, Tracy finally lifted the jumper off Mel's head, then in one motion tossed it to the floor and pinned Mel's wrists above her head against the wall with her free hand. Tracy wasn't much taller than Mel and as they stood there, Mel's top half now completely naked while Tracy used one hand to pin her wrists above her head to the wall and rested her other arm now menacingly across Mel's throat, Tracy brought her knee up and pressed it heavily against Mel's crotch. Mel's face was flushed and red, her hair very messy and wet around her forehead from the sweat which had formed while she was trapped in her jumper prison and her eyes swollen from having constantly cried while Tracy used her as she pleased. Tracy extended her tongue and slowly licked the side of Mel's face. "Now I know you're sore down here already." Tracy pressed her knee into Mel's crotch for effect as she said 'here'. Mel stood there trapped hard against the wall, her eyes tightly closed as Tracy continued to fondle her breasts. Perhaps it was the best way Mel could deal with someone taking such liberties with her body against her own will, just don't look. Afterall if you can't see it happening, then maybe it's not really happening. Tracy used one hand to keep Mel's wrists pinned above her while she traced her free hand down across Mel stomach, through the area that was now slightly sticky where she had sat upon her not that long ago and down inside the hem of her jeans. Mel's eyes flew open, Tracy was staring straight at her waiting for a reaction. Tracy smiled, "You ever touch yourself down here Mel? I bet you do, dreaming of a deserted island, just you and Leigh." Tracy's eyes danced as she taunted her, while Mel could only muster a panicked stare, almost begging her not to do it. She felt Tracy's hand brush against her pubes. "Are you ready for this bitch?" Tracy ran her tongue back along the side of Mel's face, then pressed her mouth against Mel's tightly shut mouth. "As soon as you open your mouth, I'm going to slip my tongue in and kiss you. And trust me, if you knew some of the places I have been forced to have my tongue, you don't want it in your mouth." Tracy laughed at her own joke. Mel flinched for a moment but Tracey continued to lean heavily on her, with one hand wrapped firmly around Mel's wrists trapped just above her head and her knee resting ever so lightly against her crotch. She grabbed the hem of Mel's panties and menacingly pulled them up toward her stomach with her free hand, forcing the panties into Mel's arse crack. "Don't even think about it, Mel. If you try anything funny I will hurt you. Then Mandy will still use you when you get back, the only problem being you'll be in so much pain you won't be able to enjoy it." Mel closed her eyes again. "Open your eyes Mel. I want to look at you while I'm kissing you." Tracy leant her mouth in against Mel's again. "Now where were we, oh yeah I remember." Tracy let go of the waistband of Mel's panties and let her hand wander down towards her vagina. She felt Mel jump as she lightly traced her finger against her labia but she still refused to open her mouth. Tracy held Mel's stare and added another finger to her assault on Mel's pussy, she was going to have to penetrate her slightly to get the reaction she wanted. Mel's mouth flew open in shock. Tracy slipped her tongue straight in, pulled her hand out of Mel's panties, let go of her wrists and grabbed her head so that she could kiss her passionately. Mel could be heard groaning but Tracy's lips sealed around hers served as a very effective gag. Tracy guided Mel away from the wall backwards towards the bed and fell on top of her as she continued to force her tongue into Mel's mouth. Suddenly Mel started to renew her struggles. She shook her head from side to side but Tracy's grip held firm. Well it did hold firm for a while. With Tracy laying on top of Mel as they struggle on the bed, Mel suddenly lifted her knee violently and happened to catch Tracy unawares. Tracy was winded for a moment as Mel's knee crashed into her groin. It certainly wasn't a direct hit but forceful enough for Tracy to have to let go of Mel's head and break the kiss. Mel, sensing some hope, lifted her knee violently skyward again but was this time unable to make contact. Instead Tracy had quickly climbed onto Mel's chest and straddled her in a schoolgirl pin, she trapped her arms with her hands before resting her knees on top of Mel's biceps, as she slid up and sat dominantly astride Mel's naked bosom. "You fucking bitch," spat Tracy. "Didn't I warn you I was going to hurt you?" She slapped her face hard with her open hand. Mel started crying again, Tracy slapped her again. "Stop your crying, I hardly touched you. You've been very good so far, if it were me in your position I would have struggled like mad the whole time and fought like crazy to try and get away. But you've been very good and hardly struggled at all so I'm going to forgive you for trying to get away just then. You have to understand this is your last chance though. Now I'm going to sit here," she slid up so she sat astride Mel's throat menacingly, "Until Mandy gets back and you're going to stare at my pussy lips at close range and imagine what it's going to be like being forced to lick them once Mandy is through with you." Tracy lifted her dress and let it settle over Mel's head. Initially Mel just stared straight ahead. She was laying on her back and could avert her eyes away from Tracy's menacing vulva now just inches from her face by looking directly in front of her where all she was confronted with was the cheap fabric of Tracy's light green sun dress resting peacefully over her head. Through the fabric of the dress it was still quite light given that it was a bright sunny day and the room was well lit. What Mel couldn't escape though was the smell and the heat. Firstly it is very hot having someone sitting their nude arse on your skin. Having someone highly aroused within inches of your face also creates a lot of heat, not to mention having their thighs tightly clamped around each side of your head to ensure you don't move. Add to this potent mixture a light dress sitting over your face so the air has nowhere to go and having to breathe, which only creates more hot air. Even though the day wasn't that warm itself, you could imagine how hot Mel was getting. Now imagine the same aroused pussy that hasn't been washed for a few days. Get my drift? Not too many worse places I could imagine for Mel to have her head stuck while they waited for Mandy to get back. As she lay there, willing herself not to look at Tracy's 'privates', Mel was overcome with a morbid curiosity. She had never seen anyone's vagina at such close range, not even her own when she thought about it. So she averted her eyes for a moment and looked down her nose at 'it'. First thing she noticed was how neatly her pubes had been trimmed. Mel had never even thought of such a thing as trimming herself down 'there'. From such close range, it really only was Tracy's light patch of pubes Mel could see. But the longer she lay there, the more she needed to see 'it'. She tried to lift her head slightly so her line of vision might be lowered a little. Tracy immediately felt Mel's chin lightly brush her now very sensitive vulva. "Stop that Mel, it's hard enough sitting on you like this without touching myself, never mind sliding up a few inches so that I can get myself off on your face. If you move again, I will slide up onto your face, is that clear? What were you doing under there anyway?" "Sorry Tracy," Mel lied, "it's so hot under here, do you think you could get off me for a moment?" Before Tracy could answer they were both interrupted by the sound of a key roughly entering the door. Mel's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Mandy coming back. Despite everything that had happened, Mel still hoped that maybe she could escape but with Mandy now back and the odds back to two on one, that seemed impossible. She felt a horrible nervousness in the pit of her stomach, it seemed that in Mandy's brief absence, Mel had become terrified of Her. She had no doubt Mandy would end up treating her in the exact same way she had threatened before she left. Yet she remained hopelessly trapped here underneath Tracy, totally at Mandy's mercy. There was no limit as to what Mandy might do with her. Tears started to well up in her eyes again as she heard the door click and brush open as the queasy feeling in her stomach got worse and worse. MANDY'S REVENGE, Chapter 3. Given where she was now trapped, and that she couldn't see through the dress of her tormentor as it sat peacefully over her face, all of Mel's other senses were heightened. Once the door opened, she heard it shut again, then locked with a key before she heard footsteps coming directly toward where she was laying, She thought it funny that Mandy and Tracy never spoke, in fact Tracy never even moved when Mandy came in. Mel could now sense Mandy's standing over her as she lay helplessly across the bed, then the sound of a plastic bag shuffling. Mandy dangled the dog chain she had bought while she was out just above Mel's bare stomach. She gradually let the end of it drop so that when the cold, thin chain touched Mel's skin she flinched. She quietly traced it around Mel's navel letting it slowly fall before dropping the whole chain onto Mel's stomach. It was relatively long and jangled down with a gentle thud. "I got you something while I was out," said Mel. "Can you feel it?" No answer. "It's a little dog chain, don't worry I got you a collar too, thought I might need some leverage on your face while you do your business down there. I've hardly been able to stop thinking about your face and nose slowly rubbing against my pussy while I was jogging. Have you been thinking about me, Mel?" Once again, no answer. Mel's jeans remained unbuttoned from Tracy's advances earlier so Mandy roughly grabbed each hem, you know where the button is, and tore it apart forcing her zipper to fly open. Mel squeaked and flinched at this new rough treatment. "If you don't answer me Mel, I will rip these fucking jeans right off your legs." She even sounded more intimidating now. "So Mel, have you been thinking about me while I was out working up a sweat for you?" Mel thought for a moment before answering. She hadn't really been thinking about Mandy while she was out, more thinking about ways to get away from Tracy and escape. She wondered what Mandy might want her to say. Mel answered simply, "Yes." "What have you been thinking about Mel?" Before Mel had a chance to answer, Mandy continued, "Have you been wondering what my juices taste like? What it might be like to lick the sweaty arsehole of the girl you hate most in the World? You know I let Leigh take me from behind so I must be nice and stretched back there, plenty of room for you to work your tongue right in. Perhaps while you're eating from my disgusting arsehole you can think about the night I bent over and spread my cheeks for Leigh. What about my feet, Mel? Do you wonder what it will be like licking the sweat from the smelly soles of the girl who fucked your boyfriend?" Mel had heard enough, "you're disgusting, you filthy bitch," she yelled. Then with more consideration, "You know it's not too late to let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone about this." Mandy yanked at Mel's jeans, roughly pulling them down her legs. "You know Mel, I wondered about whether I wanted you naked or not. After all I'm not interested in seeing your pasty white skin and body. Then I wondered about what you would like least while I fucked with you. I thought that being nude might increase your humiliation and subservience to me so once I've got your jeans off, I'm going to pull your panties down and shove them in your mouth to keep you quiet. Until then if you so much as say a word while I'm taking your shoes off, Tracy will sit on your face to gag you. If you kick your legs, Tracy will still sit on your face and I will also have to hurt you. So I want you to be a nice puppy and lay there while I undress the rest of you." Mandy jerked Mel's left shoe off and held it briefly to her nose. Then she lifted Mel's foot and had a quick smell of her plain black sock. Turns out Mel's feet didn't stink at all. "I was going to lay your own socks down across your face for you to breathe in while you're stuck there under Tracy but your stupid feet don't stink." Mandy quickly slipped her shoe off and peeled her own sock back from her sweaty sole. "Here, I was going to save this for later but you may as well get used to the smell now." Tracy lifted the hem of her dress and Mandy's flushed red face now filled Mel's vision. She carefully laid her sock across Mel's face so the heel, which was an off-white in colour compared to the rest of the sock, sat directly under Mel's nose. Mel flinched at the smell as the moist sole rested on her upper lip and nose. Tracy let her dress drop back across Mel's face trapping the smell of not only the heat of her own arousal but now the rank smell of Mandy's sock which she had clearly been wearing for days under her dress for Mel to suffer. Mandy quickly had Mel's other shoe and sock off and was able to easily yank her jeans down her legs while Mel lay passively trapped in Tracy's schoolgirl pin hold. Mandy thought it funny that Mel should lie so still while she undressed her, after all it would be more fun if she struggled. So Mandy decided to change tact. "Okay Trace," she started, "I've had a change of plans. Can you get off her please. I think it will be more fun if we force her to pull down her panties herself and pop them in her own mouth for me." Tracy quickly dismounted from Mel's chest, who was now left lying on the bed naked with the exception of her white cotton panties with small flowers printed on them. On her stomach lay the dog chain Mandy had recently placed there along with Mandy's filthy sock draped on her face. Mel quickly took the sock from her face and angrily tossed it across the room while Mandy and Tracy stood side-by-side awaiting her reaction. Mel sat up and grabbed the chain from her stomach which she also angrily hurled across the room. Her eyes were puffy from having cried while she was trapped by Tracy. She looked up at Mandy with absolute hatred in her eyes and took in the sight before her. Mandy was clearly very hot. Her run had done the trick, she stood there her cheeks flushed with colour and the fringe of hair wet with sweat. Mel looked down towards Mandy's torso, her arms also gleaned with sweat and while it was hard to tell from the black singlet she was wearing, there may have been a sweat stain across her chest, just below her bosom. Mel dropped her gaze to Mandy's lycra shorts. She gulped loudly as she briefly fixed her vision on Mandy's vagina. Then down her legs which also gleamed with sweat, down to the comical site of her feet, one bare where she had taken off her sock to force Mel to smell, the other still dressed in running shoe and low white running sock. Mel slipped off the bed straight down onto her knees at Mandy's feet. Mandy took a step back, more than just a little surprised at this act of submission. She was even more surprised when Mel lowered her face to her bare foot and briefly kissed the top of her foot. "Please Mandy," she started, "I'm begging you. I'm on my knees, kissing your feet begging you to let me go. What more can I do for you? What you plan to do to me is rape, pure and simple. C'mon Mandy, you're better than that, you've proven you're way better than me, afterall there you are standing with my future in your hands while I can only squirm at your feet, dressed only in my underwear. I'm totally at your mercy, right where you want me, but now you've got me here can you please, please as a human being not do these inhuman things to me. I've done nothing to you, it's not my fault Leigh left you, we both know that is how he is, he won't make a commitment to either of us. Leigh and I are just friends, it's all we ever can be. Yes, I'm jealous you got as far with him as you did as I do love him and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him but you could do much better . . ." Mandy was quickly tiring of Mel's rambling. She knew she couldn't let her go now, they had gone way too far. If Mel did go to the police she would have to go to jail, so if she did have to go to jail she was going to make sure she had her fun first. As Mel continued to ramble on, Mandy lifted her bare foot and shoved Mel from her knees on to the ground. Mel grunted as she fell flat on her back and Mandy forcibly stood on the side of her face, squashing Mel's cheek into the ground. "Mel, you are under my foot now because it is where you belong. You know it is where you belong, you said it yourself, I am better than you. Now I don't give a fuck about Leigh, you and I are here because I've long wanted you to realise your position below me, which it appears you are beginning to understand. I don't give a fuck about you either Mel, or what you want. You couldn't imagine how great it feels, how powerful it feels to be totally dominating the girl who loves my ex-boyfriend. You and Leigh will finish up together at some stage, I can see the chemistry between you, but I will always know whenever I think of Leigh that I have fucked his life partner and I will always get a little tingle between my legs when I think of you helplessly crying into my pussy as I cum on your face, knowing that no matter what happens for the rest of your life, you will always know somewhere in the back of your mind that you have the taste of my pussy in your mouth. Doesn't matter how much mouth freshener you use, how many times you wash, you will always carry my special mark on you. I will always know that you were once my little puppy, a real bitch who I could treat however I wanted. And I don't want you to ever forget me, Mel." Just over to Mel's left Tracy had lifted her dress and buried a couple of fingers into her own pussy, She couldn't help herself, she was really into this whole domination thing. Mel really now was totally helpless, ready to be dominated absolutely. In fact as she stood transfixed by the sight in front of her, Tracy was more than a little startled when Mandy told her to stop playing with herself and asked her to go and get the collar that Mel had thrown across the room. Mel continued to lay on the floor with her head trapped firmly under Mandy's foot as Mandy pressed down heavily onto her cheek. She was openly sobbing again as Mandy had so cruelly dismissed any chance of letting her go. Suddenly she felt the pressure ease on her face as Mandy lifted her bare foot off her cheek and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her back to her knees. "Kneel down Mel, put your hands on the floor, I want to sit on your back." Mandy couldn't wait any longer, she just had to get on with this. Mel actually did what she was told and Mandy straddled her back. As she kneeled below her, Mel could feel the heat coming from Mandy's sex as she sat astride her. Without warning Mandy pulled Mel's hair back into a tight ponytail and used it to force Mel's head back. She whispered into her ear, "Now you are going to be a good puppy while I put your collar on and then once I have done that you are going to pull your panties down for me and stick them in your own mouth." Mel continued to cry as Mandy spoke to her, the tone was menacing enough but she just couldn't think of a way out of it.