30 comments/ 39953 views/ 20 favorites Revenge Ch. 02 By: alex_lover A special thanks to Barney R for his wonderful editing. ***** He had tried to fight it by hitting the bottle. There was a time he recalled when he just hung about in the house in a drunken haze. When sanity would return, as it often did, his betrayal and helplessness would seize him; with that awful feeling deep within him growing larger and larger, gnawing into his mind and senses till he could stand it no more and he would then seek escape by grabbing another bottle to keep that ugly monster within him at bay. The house was soon gone. After all, even booze came from money. He recalled moving into a one room apartment in the downtown area. In fact calling it an apartment was really a joke just like his life had become. The street downstairs was busy in the evenings with hookers plying their trade. And the daytime was not really a safe place for strangers in the town. But then he didn't really need to worry. After all he was jobless and a laughing stock with no honour or dignity somehow surviving from the proceeds from the sale of his home and the inconsistent inflow from his penning. Brad smiled bitterly at the recollections, the days working now moving at a breakneck turtle speed. His secretary had popped her head in a couple of times but the look in his eyes as he struggled to concentrate on his laptop screen was an all too familiar sign and she hurriedly moved out and gave a slight shrug of her shoulders to those watching her brave entry. Today no one would venture in with their output for the day, unless called upon. He met his first woman after Nancy there ... on the streets. He had left the apartment for a quick bite before returning back to finish off another of his e-publications. As usual he was half drunk and must have dozed off in the small corner restaurant that was his regular. The dishes were oily and greasy and with all the gravy put in you couldn't really decipher one dish from another. But that was all his money could buy. The owner shook him awake at closing time. This had happened before but he always paid for his food and never created a trouble so the owner never really bothered if he dozed of every now and then. As he staggered back to what was now his home he saw someone standing under the lamplight who he thought he recognised! It was Nancy his pissed out mind informed him and she was here to beg his forgiveness! He staggered closer and peered in the dark. Her hair was still dark and wavy. Of course it was. He had seen her picture many times in the newspaper during the past many months with her new husband nee her ex-lover and the man who cuckolded him for over a year. The press said that they made a perfect couple, he was tall and groovy looking and successful in what was his inherited property business and she was his beautiful and charming better half. She no longer worked they had reported somewhere. She was now a socialite, moving with the moneyed and powerful. Her eyes were the same too, just like he had first seen them so many wonderful years ago. "I knew you would return to me one day Nancy," his alcohol soaked brains heard him say. He hugged her tightly, finding solace in the warmth of her soft body. Her boobs pressed tightly against his frail and weakened body. They felt good. He took her by her elbow and graciously escorted her to his meagre room. Shutting the door behind him, he once again peered at her, trying to gauge her feelings. But that seemed one heck of a strain for his alcohol soaked brain to co ordinate. He blinked and gently rocked on his heels. Then he felt her nimble fingers deftly unbuttoning his worn out shirt buttons. His jeans were soon followed by his boxers and his hungry manhood stuck out, seeking comfort, seeking love and comfort. They were soon in the bed, legs entwined, arm in arm, kissing, licking then kissing again. "I haven't taken a bath for two days, let me wa...," he heard himself croak. He heard a rustle then the sound of a packet tearing. Then those soft fingers were putting something on his lost and lonely fella. "Just put it in," he heard a feminine voice say. That was one command his alcohol soaked brain immediately deciphered and acted upon. The morning sun's rays filtering thru the broken window pane opened his eyes the next day. After a long time he felt satisfied, almost happy. He looked down at his semi erect cock with dried semen and juices sticking to it and gave a start. Nancy! He swung his head around. The one room apartment was not all that big. He saw a dark haired woman with garishly painted lips and finger nails sitting on the chair in front of his laptop. She was peering into her hand held mirror and checking herself out. She had a leather skirt on, that is if you could call that short piece of clothing a skirt. And she was topless. Her big boobs hung free and swung pendulously to the motions of her hand. He stared at the face. She was a pretty woman. But the lines on her face which she was now trying to hide clearly told their story. The woman had seen better days. This woman was a hooker and he had brought her to his apartment the other night. Nancy was still in the arms of her lover nee husband. "Good that you're awake now. A few minutes more and I would've had to walk off with your laptop. Gimme my hundred dollars now, my daughter is waiting for me to take her to school," she said. She then stood up and began feeling her boobs, as though giving them a thorough check up, totally unconcerned about the naked man on the bed with whom she had spent the night and now had a semi erect manhood because of her. "Hundred dollars?" repeated Brad hesitantly. "Yup, you got that right buster. I normally charge a hundred dollars an hour and five hundred for the whole night," she answered as she put her bra in place, all along chewing a gum unconcernedly. "It had been a long night and I was planning to go back to my daughter when you came by," she continued. His heart sank. There had been no Nancy the other night, just a figment of his stupid imagination. Why should she come to meet a loser like him in this shabby downtown area? And if she did want to be with him, she wouldn't have started her year-long affair with that asshole. He looked back at the voluptuous woman standing in front of him whom he had mistaken for his Nancy under the dim street light. Like him she too had a daughter and he was holding her up. He felt a stirring and looked down to see his manhood standing straight up, dried semen sticking at its base. He had a problem there. The thought of the woman going back to her daughter seemed to have triggered off a reaction in him that he couldn't understand. He quickly grabbed the bed sheet and covered himself up. He looked up to see her watching his antics with a funny look in her eyes. I bet she has seen lotsa cracks like me and perhaps some even worse he thought glumly. But he had another problem, a much bigger problem. He had seventy five dollars to see him thru the week before the payment for his next penning was transferred to his bank account. And the whore was asking a hundred dollars. No, he didn't like it when he thought of her as a whore. She was a mother and circumstances had made put her in the oldest profession of mankind. No, she was just a mother making ends meet. He looked down at his finger. His last valuable possession was the small platinum ring gifted to him by his grandfather when he joined the engineering college. A loser like him didn't deserve such luxury, but a woman with a daughter could put it to some good use. Besides, he needed those seventy five dollars to see off the rest of the week. He took it off and silently handed it over to her. "Put it to some good use. Maybe you wouldn't have to stand under the street light for some days to come," he said. "Why? You have some problems with my standing under the street light?" she asked with anger visible in her voice and eyes. "In case you didn't notice, I happen to make some honest money unlike some," she spat, her left hand pointing out in the general direction of the uptown area with their towers of steel and glass, and corruption. His heart went out to her. She was a brave girl. Maybe he could learn how to survive from her, maybe. "No, you got me wrong there. What I meant was that you could take some time off and spend some moments with your daughter. I'm sure she needs you more than your johns. You could perhaps stay with her," he replied as sincerely as he possibly could. She looked at him with a funny look on her face. In her trade she had seen all types. Perhaps she was trying to put him in one of those slots in her mind regarding men and their kinkiness. Perhaps she is thinking of me as a closet paedophile Brad suddenly thought. "I too have a daughter ... or had one," he whispered. She continued to look at him silently. "I'm Rosy," she finally said. "Brad," he replied as he nodded his head in acknowledgement. "Whose this Nancy gal?" she asked out of the blue, "You kept calling me Nancy while you banged me." He found himself blurting out before he even realised it, "My ex." She didn't reply immediately, but instead looked around the shabby one room pad and then swung back to face him. "You live but once mister, and no woman or man is worth wasting your life for," said Rosy. She had winced a bit when she uttered the male word. No doubt hurt deeply by the father of her child. They continued to stare at each other. He lite a cigarette and offered one to Rosy. She was getting late, but it seemed there was something going on in her mind. "This ring is worth more than my services and I don't like charity," she replied back with her wonderful chest thrust forward as though in an act of defiance. She may be a whore but she was no beggar. Perhaps that's what she wanted to say. Brad smiled bitterly. She had been right; she certainly has more ethics than some working in those towers of steel and glass she had just pointed out. And she certainly had more ethics and self respect than someone he had known but then really not known. "Maybe you could drop by for a cup of coffee now and then, that way we could set off the excess payment," he replied back in mock seriousness. "Maybe ... maybe," she replied warily and then picked up her bag and walked off. He watched her ass as she briskly made her way out. She was nice all around, very nice from the inside too it seemed. He made himself a cup of coffee and ate a simple breakfast of bread and biscuits. He had seventy five dollars to splurge upon himself during the next seven days and he was in no hurry. He opened his laptop and began checking his mails. There was one which caught his attention. It was from his publisher. It seemed somebody had read his stories and wanted him to pen a story, a complete story. No problem there. As long as the money was good, he was willing to write a whole god dammed thesis on any subject they wanted. What his guy wanted was some kind of a romantic stuff. Brad leaned back and stared at the screen thoughtfully. Now just what kind of a romantic story could he write? Then his eyes brightened. Why not something on his own real life? He leaned closer to his laptop screen and began punching furiously. He started with his childhood, its innocence, the growing up years with their dreams and then on the adult hood. He didn't touch the bottle for the first time in almost two years. A couple of days into this frenzied typing; he was interrupted by the ringing of the door bell. He looked at his watch. It was late, quite late. Who could it be? He opened the door to find Rosy standing there. Hi, it's been a long night and I was wondering if you had some hot coffee going about. A gal could sure use that." She was dressed in her working clothes and still had that wary look on her face. She had a nice face thought Brad and would look real nice without all the garish war paint on. Brad smiled and simply stepped aside and welcomed her in. Rosy put her bag down and went straight into the bathroom. After a few minutes she walked out again and Brad stared in surprise. She had washed off all the garish make up and bunched up her hair and tied it into a simple pony tail. She looked nice thought Brad, so homely and yet so incredibly yummy. "Your coffee Rosy," he finally managed to say as he placed it next to his laptop. Then he looked around at his shabby surroundings and began to feel embarrassed. This was no place to invite a lady in. He had not been brought up that way. He had been programmed to give them respect and to be at your very best when a girl accepts your invitation to visit your bachelor pad. First impression is the last impression they say and Mother Nature has made man and woman with some specific objectives in mind; namely the successful propagation of mankind. An invitation to a place such as his would ensure that the girl takes no further steps for accomplishing the objectives of Mother Nature. "Brenda, I'm Brenda. Rosy is my trade name," she replied albeit cautiously as though she were handing out some highly classified state secrets. "Hello Brenda, nice meeting you, I'm Brad," he replied back with a laugh. It had been a long time since he had laughed and it felt good. He began to clean up the table which was cluttered with papers and stained coffee cups. The last of the seventy five dollars had been spent on a packet of French fries and coffee powder and sundry essentials. That meant he had to skip his daily dinner at the corner restaurant and survive on the two items the whole day. He was now really embarrassed. Here was a girl in his pad and all he had was a cup of coffee and half a plate of French fries to dish out. "You don't have to do that," she said sharply. "Just sit down." "It was kinda cold out there tonight on the street and that set my mind thinking about the cup of coffee you promised," she continued as a way to continue their conversation. "Brenda you are welcome any time of the day. Maybe the next time I'll have something more than coffee for you." They chit chatted about this and that for some time, and then she told him the story of her life. She was a small town girl and had been head over heels in love with her childhood sweetheart. After high school he took training to become an electrician and they soon married. Their baby girl soon followed and sometime later she went back to school to become an accountant. Life was not easy in a big town but it was good and she was in love. But with the downturn of the economy things soon began going downhill. Her husband lost his job as the plant was not getting many orders. She took up the job of a waitress to help with the money. But by now her husband had become a stay at home dad and perhaps out of frustration and insecurity he began picking on her for the smallest of matters. Then he began drinking and when she would object, he would lash out at her. Then one fine day she returned home from her job to find him gone. He didn't even leave a note. Somehow she scrapped by. Then her daughter began falling sick often. The doctors told her that her daughter had a kidney infection and would require medication. That night she cried her heart out. She had not even touched thirty, but it seemed she had seen just about everything that life had to show to her. Then she silently stepped inside her daughter's room and looked at her angel's sleeping form. There and there she made a vow to never look back. If she were to run into her childhood sweet heart on the street, she would just walk right past him without looking back. She sold off the few pieces of jewellery she had and began working overtime. But the medicines were expensive. She began losing weight as she was literally starving herself to feed and take care of her little one. One such night she finished her second shift and was walking towards her car in the parking lot when she heard somebody call out her name from inside a parked car. "Hey Brenda how 'bout one quick one for the road?" said the guy sitting inside a white van. She peered inside and saw it was Al, one of her regular ones. He was fifty something and had recently lost his wife to cancer. His kids were all grown up and gone leaving him all alone. He was a nice fella and seemed a bit drunk. She saw no harm in joining him and slipped in besides him. A drink lead to another and then another. He told her his sob story and she shared her sad story with him. Sometime later their clothes lay in a heap as they fucked in the back of the van. He was a bit rough but then every guy has his own technique and Brenda enjoyed the copulation. She hadn't been with a man for some time and she needed that masculine company. It was only when she got home and opened her purse that she saw that Al had slipped in a hundred dollar bill in her purse. She ought to have felt angry but somehow she didn't feel that way. Besides, she already had some ideas on how to spend her first earnings as a whore. They began to do it two to three days a week. He would wait for her in the parking lot and then they would drive over either to his place or somewhere lonely. The word soon got around and there were soon some more guys willing to pay for her time. That was when she decided to quit her job as a waitress. It was a helluva story. Brad felt sympathy for the woman. She had been thru some tough phases in life. She was now looking into the laptop screen in a curious kinda way. "What are you writing?" "The story of my life," he replied in an emotionless tone. That got her interested and she hit the Page Up button and began reading from the start. He had come up to his marriage and their romancing and he could see that she liked it as tears welled up in her eyes. "Did she actually call you in dressed just in her high heels?" Brad simply nodded and smiled as the memories flashed across his eyes. Brenda then switched off the laptop and went to the bathroom. She soon emerged and Brad's eyes popped open in surprise. She was stark naked! Brenda climbed into the bed and beckoned at him with crooked finger. "You're a good story writer and I'm horny as hell." They soon settled down into a routine. A couple of evenings a week she would drop in unannounced and stay the whole night. She would also go thru the chapters he had finished giving her womanly opinion every now and then. Brad was glad to have a friend, a friend with benefits. It had been a long time since he had smiled and the sex was great. =============================================== Things changed dramatically a week or so after he had finally finished the story and mailed it to the publisher for onward delivery to the final receiving person. Brenda hadn't dropped in the last few evenings and he was really looking forward to meeting her. The next day there was a knock at the door in the morning. A middle aged blonde was leaning against the door. She had a bored expression on her face, or to put it more correctly the expression of a person who had seen the harsher side of life far too regularly and for far too long. "You're the writer right?" "That's right. What's it to you?" "Rosie's dead! She was murdered by her client two nights back. We girls just got to know some time back. I thought I would let you know that 'cause I dunno about you, but she had a soft corner for you." Good guys never win. They just keep losing and losing again was the thought that that came immediately to his mind on hearing the tragic news. "How ... where ..." he managed to say as he let her in. "He was a rough guy. Some of the girls had been with him and they say he's into some real kinky stuff. And he's also into drugs. But he pays well as most of the girls avoid him and he has to really lure one of us into his bed. One of the girls saw him drive up next to Brenda that evening. According to the girl, she seemed hesitant at first but then the lure of money must have been her undoing." Revenge Ch. 02 "How can you be sure of that?" "He didn't take anything. Her purse, her money, her credit card, everything was there in the room besides her. In fact there was this expensive looking diamond set platinum ring inside her bag. It sure looked expensive, but even that small but precious thing was left untouched." Brad felt a sudden jolt on hearing that. Then he thought of her daughter. "Who's with her daughter?" "Brenda's elder sister is with Mary Ann. She will be taking her home with her." "Give me their address, "I'd like to meet them," he replied. Another strike out for the good but dumb guys, his mind kept repeating to him. Sometime later he arrived at Brenda's place. The door was opened by her look alike albeit a more mature person. Brad told her who he was. Marge looked at him sadly. Brenda had spoken to her about him a couple of times. It was all so sad. Marge took him over to Brenda's daughter, Mary Ann. His heart went out to her. She reminded him so much of his own daughter. The father daughter relationship had been a direct casualty of their divorce. He had been given visitation rights as theirs was a no fault state and the child's custody went to the mother. But either he would be so drunk that he would be in no shape to have his daughter over or he wouldn't have enough money to let her have a decent fun filled weekend. The few times he did take her to the park or some other public place, her new father's limo would discreetly follow them in the background. He could sense she was growing away from him. No doubt her mother was also filling her ears. Then one day as they returned to the park's parking lot to return home in his beat up Ford, she just ran away from him and rushed towards the limo. Money had first won over his wife, and now it seemed his daughter too. Brad brushed away the tears of the past and took Mary Ann's face in his hands. She looked back at him curiously. She was missing her mom and hoped she was there at her aunt's place. She wondered why there were so many people coming and going in their home. She missed her mother. He gave her a hug then went to the kitchen. Marge was standing by the sink, crying softly. "She was a brave girl," said Brad. Marge nodded her head in agreement. There was nothing much to be added. They exchanged addresses and promised to keep in touch. He gave her the diamond set platinum ring which he had picked up from the living room where it had been resting in a pile of things obviously belonging to Brenda's purse. "Give to Mary Ann when she reaches her teen years. Tell her it was given to her mother by someone who genuinely cared for her. I'd like her to have it as a final gift from her mother to her." Having said that, he turned and left the house. He looked back once and saw Mary Ann watching him from the living room window. By the now the monster growing inside him had killed the last of the emotions and feelings, turning him into a mean, and cold, soulless humanoid. To be continued. alex_lover Revenge Ch. 02 By the time Captain Laria arrived, all other witnesses, except for the bouncer, had been released. The police had no reason to hold the customers, who had nothing significant to report. The girls also had nothing to say. As was usual with gang killings, everyone claimed they did not see or hear anything. The crew who worked in the club claimed they did not even know Don Giordano. Nobody noticed the woman who brought him into the VIP. The investigators knew they were lying, but did not care too much about the death of a hoodlum. Of course, Giordano's bodyguard and three lieutenants knew their boss had been assassinated. But they were not about to work with the police. All law enforcement could do was to arrest her and lock her away. They would find their own way to deal with the situation. When they get their hands on her, she'd curse the day she was born. Cody Laria ducked under the yellow tape. He stepped over Giordano's body, the Texas boss of the white slavery ring. Cody had known all along about the disgusting business of his gang. He just did not have sufficient evidence to nail the cocksucker in a court of law. None of his informants in the criminal underworld were willing to testify in open court. Even if one of them was somehow foolhardy to do so, the jury would not believe witnesses who had rap sheets as long as the length of their forearms. The bouncer was the only exception. Aware that he was being watched, he did not say anything at the scene. But later he called the captain. Captain Laria took careful notes of what the bouncer had to say. Later, he followed up with a detailed interview of the bouncer at police headquarters. A week later, close to midnight, Cody stood inside the arrival hall of the Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport. He was alone. The next day was his day off. Hours before, he had just completed the investigation of Giordano's death and filed the report to his superior. The only pertinent information came from the bouncer. All he could tell was that she was tall, blond, and athletic. Nobody else could or would provide any other information. The sketch artist had worked with the bouncer to produce a generic picture that would narrow down the search to several million women in the country with German, Swedish, or Norwegian descent. Law enforcement personnel in Minnesota and the Upper Midwest had been notified. But since the victim was a suspected crime figure, it had been considered low priority. Giordano would soon be another cold case. It was her habit to spend a week in the Caribbean after each job. Most of the jobs were strictly business, with clients paying top dollar for her unique skills. One huge advantage she possessed was that few people in the American criminal underworld were familiar with her. She had lived her previous life in Australia and had been trained there. She had three rules. The client had to be a U.S. government agency. The target must be a criminal element. And women and children were off limits. She would call off the hit if innocent bystanders were present. Collateral damage was not acceptable to her. It was never about the money, although it certainly did not hurt. For her, it was the adrenaline rush that kept her in the profession. And with Cody, she worked purely for altruistic reasons. It did not hurt that Cody was interested in the same interests outside work. Cody had a list of criminals involved in sadistic and heinous ventures. Many of them could not be brought to justice using the legal system. Every year, she would perform a pro bono deal for him. Sexual deviants were the animals she detested the most. Kidnappers and arms dealers were close runner ups. Cody drove her BMW to the airport, parking it in the long-term parking lot some distance from the airport. Although he had switched the plates, it was still risky to drive her car to the airport. Someone from the club might recognize it. He could have driven another car. But like her, Cody was an adrenaline junky. It was what had attracted them to each other. It was what had sustained the strange relationship they had. Cody saw her at the back of the entire crowd from the 747. She preferred to be the last passenger to clear customs. She was wearing a white tube top and low-slung skinny jeans. The bikini lines on her bare shoulders were obvious. They embraced hard. She was strong, tightening her grip until he felt slightly difficult to breathe. Then she eased up and smiled. In the airport shuttle bus, they looked at each other knowingly, although no words were spoken. The shuttle bus driver glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the appearance of a loving couple with their hands all over each other. If he hadn't known, he would have guessed that they were a honeymooning couple. But they had no luggage. And it was rare for someone who could afford a shiny new BMW to park in the economy lot. The driver waited until they entered the BMW before he fished out his iPhone and made his call. As soon as the BMW left the parking lot, her head was between his legs. He drove with one hand, the other struggling to remove the belt around her tight jeans. She unzipped his jeans with her lips, taking in his manhood. Then she pulled down the one-inch zip holding up her jeans. His driving was erratic, but he knew there were no cops on this stretch of State Road 75, heading north. When they pulled over at a gas station, they purchased a box containing twenty-four cans of Budweiser. An hour later, they were in a Motel Six near Sherman. He knew she liked the rough sheets and hard bed. The tobacco-soaked walls and soggy pillows seemed to turn her on. The dirtier the place, the more she felt and behaved like a cheap whore. Cody wondered what she would be like in a urine-soaked back alley in his native Miami. A video screen popped into his imagination. His arms were around her, walking on the nasty streets of Miami. They turned a corner and was surrounded by a gang of eight men. A gun was pointed at him. Her top was yanked to her waist and her jeans pulled to her knees. He was forced to watch as they take turns violating her. But Motel Six would have to do tonight. It was only a week since the death of Giordano. The streets were still buzzing with talk of the ninja lady who did it. Cody felt safe here because he knew the owner, an ex-con he had helped to obtain the necessary business licenses. Ripping off each others clothes and tumbling into the hard bed, they quickly satisfied each other. Then they inhaled cheap beer and fucked their brains out again. They went to the bathroom, threw up, repeated the cycle again and again, until they lost count and passed out. The next morning, she was still sleeping when he left to buy her favorite big breakfast meal from McDonald's. While he was gone, a dark Mercedes pulled up to the motel. Three masked men dressed in black emerged. The driver remained in the car, the engine running. The men knew the exact room number and headed directly to the door. Two of the men pressed their backs against the wall on either side of the flimsy wooden door. The third man took a moment to quietly remove his tools. Kicking down the door would be faster, but they did not want to alert her. They had been warned she was armed and dangerous. Megan Rush, highly trained by the Australian Special Forces, and currently one of the few contract killers working for the government, heard the unmistakable clicking sound of lock picking. In the stillness of the morning, she could also hear the breathing of the three men. Three against one. Bad odds. Escape to fight another day would be a better option. But there were no back or bathroom windows. The only window, facing the front, was next to the only door. Breaking through the window would only bring her into the laps of the three men. Think and focus. Decide and commit. Then execute. Quietly, she rolled out of bed, covered the pillows with the sheets to make it look like a person sleeping inside. Relying on the faint street lighting from the gap under the door, she crept on her bare knees and hands to a position behind the kitchen counter. She opened the kitchen drawer and retrieved two forks and a frying pan. Her eyes fully adjusted to the dark, she scanned the room. Cody was not in the room. Good. There would be no collateral damage in this fight. She was alone and she was ready, wind up like a spring. The door knob turned. The three men entered in single file, closing the door behind them. They stood on three sides of the bed, ready to pounce. The leader, standing at the foot of the bed, held a Glock with a silencer. The other two men had long knives, long enough to penetrate the vital organs. One of the men also carried two pairs of handcuffs. From her small makeup mirror, she saw the three men. Only one of them had a gun. She mentally marked him as target number one. She also saw the handcuffs hanging from the belt of one of the men. Good. They were here to kidnap, not kill. She exhaled through her teeth, feeling her odds had improved. The blanket was removed, revealing the pillows. "Where the fuck is she?" The leader's voice boomed. "The boss would not be happy if we fucked up." The man with the handcuffs said. "Especially when we boasted about how we're all going to take turns fucking the cunt." The man shook his knife to make the point. The leader suddenly put his index finger on his lips, glancing at the attached bathroom. He inched toward it. The two men followed. When the leader stepped into the narrow doorway, his back facing the kitchen, she leapt out, went under him, and stabbed his scrotum with both forks. He doubled over in pain, dropping the Glock into the toilet bowl. When he instinctively turned around, Kat hit him squarely in the face with the frying pan. Target one was out of action. Two against one. Much better. She ducked just in time when she heard the jingling sound of handcuffs from the man behind her. Although he had a knife, he was trying to hit her head using the heavy metal cuffs. When he missed, she spun around and swept his ankles from under him. He fell hard on top of the leader. He turned around on the floor and saw the circular image of the frying pan flying at the speed of light. His nose broke as it made contact. Another one bit the dust. One against one. Finally, a fair fight. The third and last man rushed her, only to be slammed on the face by the bathroom door. Dazed, he lost his grip on the knife. When the door opened again, he saw a blur of movements and felt a kick in the gut. Next thing he knew, she was behind him, smashing his head into the mirror. He tasted blood and cussed. The frying pan again. All three man knocked out. Temporarily. She had just enough time to hop into her skinny jeans and front-hook bra. The men were stirring, clumsily getting to their feet in the bathroom. Flee and run, she repeated aloud to herself. The door knob turned again, this time with a key. Cody stepped in, blood flowing from his nose and lips, hands on his head. A semiautomatic was behind him, the red laser pointed at the back of his head. The motel owner held the semi. They had been betrayed. The fourth man stepped in, both hands on a 1911. Without being told, she held her hands high above her head, the open palms facing the man with the revolver. He walked around her, taking his time. She saw from the corner of her eyes that Cody was now on his knees, cuffed and gagged. The motel owner swung the semiautomatic to her. The red circle rested between her breasts, on the clasp holding the two cups of her bra together. Hair in a man's hand, she was kicked from behind her knees, one at a time, forcing her down to her knees. Her wrists were jerked behind and handcuffed. Her elbows were forced together until they touched before they were also cuffed. Doubly cuffed, one bra strap hanging off her left shoulder, she was thrown head first into the trunk of a gray Ford Taurus. They were taken back to the strip club, in separate cars. ***** to be continued... Revenge Ch. 02 Blinking a few times to adjust my vision, I looked around at the familiar room, and the beautiful body restrained in front of me. "I hope you can see how to get a drink now, I'm still thirsty, even after I drank you down!" she said with a smile. I laughed out loud, much more comfortable than I was before, even though I could see Tess's beautiful face right in front of me. "You're really beautiful!" I blurted out. I had not meant to say that, and the sincerity apparently touched Tess, since she blushed a little, and said in a quiet voice, "Thank you John, you're a pretty good looking guy yourself!" That made me feel strangely good, and my confidence rose a few more notches. "Thanks Tess... Well, let me see what I can find to drink, ok?" "Sounds good," she replied. I turned to the back, and walked to the drink dispenser I had installed a couple days previously. The touch screen above it showed the keyboard where I could enter the code. "What was that code?" I asked, not wanting to give myself away. "It says 'SMCGSW'," she called out. I entered the code, smiling to myself as I know the code stood for Suck My Cock, Get Some Water. The dispenser dropped a cup, and filled with cold water automatically when I pushed the correct button. Since I was pretty sure Tess was more thirsty than I was, and to be a gentleman, I brought the cup back to her, and held it to her lips as she drank. After she slurped down the water, I wiped her chin dry, and she smiled up at me as she said "Thanks John! That's much better. I could take some more after you have some." "Ok," I answered, "be right back." I knew the code I had put in would only allow for 2 drinks, so after I hit the water button again and it filled, I drank about half, then hit the button again. When nothing happened, I said "Uh Oh." "What's wrong?" Tess said in a worried voice. "I got another cup but when I pushed for another for you, nothing happened! What does the screen say?" I asked innocently. As I walked back to where Tess was strapped in, she said "it says 'You want more water, but there's a problem. He's been a bad boy, so he must return the favor.'" "What's that mean?" I asked, knowing of course what was required. She paused for a couple of seconds as she was thinking, but I was sure she knew what was meant. "I think it means you have to make me come like I made you come." I was silent for a couple of seconds, thinking how best to respond. "I'm not exactly sure how to do that," I admitted sheepishly. "Well, I can talk you through it. It should not be too hard, I am kinda worked up after all that," she said as she smiled. "Really? I am surprised, I didn't think women, I mean you would get... that way from..., " I stammered to a stop. "You might be surprised. I think most women can get turned on by pleasing a man, although this is not exactly a normal situation." "Yeah, that's for sure!" I laughed nervously. "So, are you uh, ready then?" "Ready as I'll ever be I guess. Do you know about the clitoris?" "Well, I know the anatomy, and that is the most sensitive area, right?" "Yes, but you can make me feel good by touching or licking different places too. The opening to my vagina is very sensitive, and if you touch or lick around the vulva before you get to my clitoris that is better." "OK, just let me know if I'm doing it right, OK?" She laughed, "Oh you will know when you do it right. I'm pretty vocal sometimes." I had moved between her legs at this point, and was looking at her exposed pussy and ass. Something about the prospect of doing this had my cock growing rapidly. I bent down to my knees, and moved closer. I had read about this numerous times, so I was not totally in the dark, but I was still nervous. I took a light sniff close to her pussy, and smelled a light fragrance from her arousal. There was no hair around her pussy, but I knew from undressing her that she had a little patch directly above it. I think they called that a landing strip or something like that. I took a deep breath, and blew lightly all around her pussy, or vulva, to use the term she used. I liked the word pussy better, it seemed more visceral. "Ooh, that kinda tickles," she murmured. I bent forward a little more and placed a kiss on her right thigh, just below her pussy. I repeated that on the left thigh, and then a little one right on the lips. She jumped a little at that, although she could not move much. Getting braver, I kissed her pussy lips a couple more times, pushing my lips firmly onto hers. I tentatively licked the outside of her pussy, and made her jump again. I was really starting to like this, and licked more firmly, first one side, then the other, and finally directly in the middle. I knelt down to improve my angle of attack, and I felt my tongue slide between her lips at this point, not far, but enough to feel how very slippery it was in there, and to taste the tang of her juices. That made her jump and moan at the same time, so I repeated the motion, getting deeper in-between her lips. Every time I licked now, her hips were jerking a little bit, lick she was trying to get more stimulation. The moans were coming more quickly now, and getting louder. I placed both hands on her ass and squeezed firmly, feeling how resilient her muscles were, and pulled them apart so I could put my tongue further inside her. A loud moan followed when I did that, so I kept it up. She was obviously getting pretty excited, and the amount of slippery liquid coming from her was increasing. I really liked the taste of her, and felt like I could do this for hours, but my tongue was starting to get a little tired. Just then she moaned again and said "Lick my clit now, please, I wanna come. Don't tease me anymore!" I didn't know I had been teasing her, but I obediently slid my tongue down a little bit, and felt my tongue run over a slight bump between her lips right at the bottom of her slit. I guess it would be the top of her slit if she were on her back, I thought as I licked it again, a little harder. "Oh yeah, like that, keep doing that!" she moaned out loudly. I concentrated my efforts directly on her clit, feeling her butt muscles tense up constantly now. Her hips were still jerking some in response to every lick, but they were short jerks now, not actually moving her much. I thought I would try something I read before, and I tried capturing her clit between my lips, and sucking on it directly. This had an immediate effect, and she tensed up even more and panted out, "Oh God, I'm gonna come, don't stop." I kept it up, and while sucking on it I licked my tongue back and forth over it. That did the trick, and she actually screamed, startling me a little bit. Her whole body was tensed up solid, as I kept licking and sucking on her clit. Her moans were incoherent now, and her body alternately tensed then relaxed as she came. I kept the same motion going, until suddenly she said "Stop, stop, that's enough!" I immediately stopped licking and said "Did I do something wrong?" "No, not at all!" she chuckled, panting to get her breath back. "You did that really well, it's just that it gets too sensitive when I come like that. You sure you never did that before?" "hehe, yes I'm sure," I replied. "I don't think I ever came quite that hard before!" I reluctantly moved my hands from her buttocks, as I stood up. She was slightly sweaty now, and I loved the way she felt under my hands. "Thank you John, that was wonderful!" "Well, to tell the truth, I really liked it!" I said with a little surprise I my voice. "You taste great, and it was really a huge ego boost, making you come like that." "You seem to have a natural talent!" she laughed. "Who knew?" I laughed back. I remembered to push the little button on my wrist. I waited a couple of seconds, when I heard the beep, and then said "Well, what does the screen say now?" " It says 'Congratulations, task 2 completed. Drink your fill now.'" "That sounds good, I'll be right back," I said as I headed for the dispenser. Draining the cup once, I filled it again and walked back and let Tess drink, emptying it quickly. "Wow, you were thirsty I guess!" I headed back to fill the cup again. "Well, yeah, I had a bit of a workout, in case you did not notice!" "Actually, I did sort of notice that," I said with a big smile. I was only a little self conscious now, even though my erection was still sticking straight out, only inches from her face as she drank a little more. "I guess you really did like doing that, huh John?" she motioned toward my rigid cock with her head. "Oh, yeah! sorry," I smiled and blushed a little, as I walked back to get a drink for myself. "So does the screen say anything else?" I call back, as I was filling the cup for myself. "Um, yeah, it says 'Do you want the locks off? Step one, 500 long thrusts, with him finishing inside you.'" "Does that mean what I think it means?" I asked somewhat innocently. "I think so. I'm not sure how it counts though. I think that is a counter there, where is shows 4 zeros. Plus what counts as a long thrust?" I had come around to look at the screen even though I knew what it said. "I'm not sure. I imagine you would like to get unlocked though," I ventured hesitantly. "oh yeah, I'm getting tired of laying here. We might as well get this going, 500 strokes sounds like a lot!" She looked over at me, with my cock hanging down slightly. I had gotten a little soft since I licked her to that orgasm. At her words, and seeing her look at me, I started getting hard again. As my cock twitched back to life, and full length she said "You'll need to be careful though, I've never had someone quite so big before." "Really? I did not think I was that big there" "I'd say you were a little bigger than average, although I have not seen that many...," she trailed off, and I think she may have blushed a little. "OK, I'll be careful." I rather eagerly moved around her side to her rear, looking eagerly at her exposed pussy. I was not exactly sure how to start, and my confidence lagged a bit, but I really wanted to start, so I said "um, tell me what to do, OK?" My nervousness must have communicated to her, so she said "No problem John, just take it easy at first. I think I am still pretty wet after I came, but if you take some of that wetness, and kind of spread it on yourself, it should make entry a lot easier." I did not reply, just reached out with my left hand and ran my hand from the beginning of her slit, up to the top. My fingers were wet from just that light touch, so I did it again, rubbing more firmly and gathering some of the moisture there. "Mmmm" she moaned in response to my touch. I rubbed my now wet fingers on the head of my cock, and gathered some more moisture from her slit. I rubbed a little more than needed, but it was fun to hear her groan from my touch. My cock was now pretty wet, and hard as could be. "You ready Tess?" I called out. "Very ready John, can't you tell? Just go slow at first, OK?" "OK," I moved closer, with my cock in my right hand, and my left hand still touching her pussy. I pushed the head of my cock against her, sliding it along the slit. The feeling was amazing, and I had only just touched her lips. She moaned in response, and I felt like moaning too. I slid up and down her slit, gradually parting her lips with the head of my cock. As I pushed forward slightly, my cock slid deeper right at the top of her slit, and wedged inside almost an inch. I gasped a little at the feeling of warmth, and silky friction. I rubbed my cock down one more time, then back up and in, this time sinking my cock in about 2 inches. "Oh god, that feels amazing," I said softly. "I was about to say the same thing!" she replied. Instinct was starting to take over, as my hips slid back, almost taking my cock out, and then thrust back in, going twice as deep. I repeated the motion, going half way out, and then in almost 6 inches. "Uh, damn, you're big John!" I had almost 2 inches left, and as I slid out, then back in, my hips thrust forward hard, burying myself until my hips were firmly against her ass. She let out a little scream as I bottomed out, and said "Hold on for a sec, I need to get used to you. Damn, I feel so full," She panted out. I gripped both of her hips with my hands. Trying not to move was very difficult, with my cock buried deep inside Tess, sending an imperative to my brain to thrust again and again. I let my hands roam over Tess' perfect ass, reveling in the sensations of heat where my cock was buried deep inside her. I pushed my hands directly onto her bottom, sliding out a few inches, then slid back in, accompanied by a gasp from Tess. Instinct took over at that point, and I gripped her hips tightly in both hands, sliding out most of the way, and slamming back in with my hips bouncing off her buttocks, preparing me for the next slide out, and the next thrust forward. Each impact of my hips brought a grunt of pleasure from Tess followed by my own. I was lost in pleasure, each thrust building pressure inside me higher and higher. I had no thought of making this last 500 strokes as I had planned. As the familiar feeling of an impending orgasm grew in my cock, my thrusting became a little more erratic. The feeling of my cock immersed in Tess' pussy, and my hips bumping solidly inter her ass sent me over the edge quickly. Letting out a primal yell, I grabbed her hips even harder, and thrust as deeply as possible inside her, as the first spurt from my cock erupted. Five more times I felt my cock shoot into her, with five more hard thrusts. I felt like the end of my cock had exploded, and I collapsed onto Tess, buried deep inside her, as I panted in the aftermath of that epic orgasm. It took several seconds for me to notice that Tess was breathing fast too, and I belatedly realized I had not been that gentle. "Sorry Tess, I kinda got carried away," I admitted sheepishly. "You don't say!" she replied with the hint of a smile in her voice. "I almost got carried away too, I have to admit that was pretty hot the way you just took me when you got going." "I couldn't help myself, the feeling was so amazing, and you were so warm inside, almost hot... I can't believe I've been missing this for so many years!" "Well even bad sex is pretty good they say, right?" she joked. "You have to have masturbated before though, right?" "Well...," I said reluctantly. "Everybody does right?" I said defensively. "Well sure, even girls do, at least all the ones I know." She said with another dazzling smile that put me at ease. "I have to admit though, that both times I have come here with you are WAY better than masturbating!" I almost stumbled over the last word. "I should hope so!" she smiled back. "How high did we get on the counter?" I asked as I moved over next to her to look. We looked down together, as she answered "Only 68." "Sorry I came so quick," I started to apologize. "Don't be sorry John, heck I think you lasted twice as long as my boyfriend did for my first time!" "Well, that makes me feel a little better I guess," I said with a grin. "You apologize too much, you know that John?" "Sorr...," I got most of the word out before I stopped myself, and we both burst out laughing. It was a great tension reliever, and I felt a lot more comfortable suddenly. "I just want to do well, you know?" I said, suddenly serious. "You are off to a pretty good start you know John! You made me come once, and I was feeling pretty good before you stopped just now. That reminds me, we have quite a few more strokes to go to satisfy this stupid computer to let me go." She glanced back down at the screen as she said that, and exclaimed suddenly "Hey, the counter is at 67 now, what's up?" I could have explained that the counter slowly decreased if not being added to, but I thought that she would figure that out on her own. "It was at 68 before, right?" I said innocently, doing a good job of keeping the smile off my face. "Yes it was, I'm sure of it! Hey! It just changed to 66! What the heck is going on?" "I don't know, maybe there is something wrong with it?" I pretended to be confused. "We'd better get you back inside me if we're going to get to 500," She said suddenly. "Well Tess, I would love to, but...," I trailed off, as I looked down at my cock hanging down between my legs, still wet and slightly elongated, but definitely not erect. She looked at my cock for a few seconds, then said with a smile "well, let's see what we can do about that. Come stand in front of me, and let's see if we can't wake the big boy up," She said that with a look of anticipation in her eyes, that made my cock twitch a little. I moved in front of her, and although her mouth could not reach my cock head, the feeling of her lips nuzzling my belly and my legs started to have an effect. She licked as far down on the shaft of my cock as she could reach, and although that is not as sensitive as the rest of it, the sight of her licking her own juices off my cock put more pressure in my blood. My cock started to swell in earnest, bouncing up more with every beat of my heart as she continued to lick everything she could reach. I moved back a few inches, as the head of my cock finally got within reach of her mouth, and she literally slurped me into her mouth. Although the feeling was not as intense as before, it was still enough to make me groan, and start to slide my hips back and forth. After I slid my cock back and forth in her mouth a few more times, enjoying the feeling of her tongue on the underside of my head, I heard her try to say something. I reluctantly pulled my cock out of her mouth, as I said jokingly "Sorry, I could not understand you." That great smile hit me again as she said "Very funny John, but I don't want you to get too carried away there. As much as I was enjoying that, I really want you back in my pussy." "Happy to oblige, lovely lady!" I smiled back as I moved behind her. "You know, although I don't have much experience, I think you have the most amazing looking rear I have ever seen" I said as I looked at her perfect heart shaped ass, with her perfect pussy poking out between her legs. "Thanks John!" she sounded pleased at the compliment. "I really want you back inside me though." My cock hardened even further at her words. "OK," I said, but moved by a sudden impulse, I bent down and put both hands on her ass, and spread her cheeks apart a bit. I moved my face between her cheeks, and slid my tongue inside her, then rapidly licked from her clit to her hole several times. She let out a squeal, followed by "Oh god that feels good!" Her comment made me continue, and I licked hard and fast several more times, loving the sound of her voice as with every lick she cried out "Oh, Oh, Oh." I was really getting into it, and wanted to make her come again, when she suddenly said "Fuck me John, fuck me now!" I immediately stood up, and taking my now rock hard cock in my hand, I guided it into place between her slippery wet lips. As I grabbed her hips with both hands, looking down at my cock poised to enter her pussy, she said again "Fuck me John, fuck me hard!" I needed no more encouragement, and I thrust forward hard, burying myself all the way inside her hot pussy in one stroke. She let out a little scream as I bottomed out, then said "Yeah, fuck me, fuck me." as I started pistoning my cock into her. I reveled in the feeling of her hot pussy sliding onto my dick with each thrust. I felt an amazing sense of control, since as great as it felt, I did not think I was going to come soon. The sound of her moaning was continuous now, with every stroke. Suddenly I felt her muscles tense up, and she seemed to hold her breath as I continued pushing into her. Two more strokes, and she came hard, moaning out loud. The feeling of her pussy contracting around my cock was amazing, but I was able to keep thrusting through her orgasm, without coming myself. Her orgasm seemed to last a long time, and I saw a sheen of sweat on her back and buttocks from her exertions. Revenge Ch. 02 "Did you like that Tess?" I called out as I paused in my thrusting. "Oh God yeah, I've never come so hard before. Don't stop, it still feels really good." "I totally agree," I said with a grin as I started thrusting into her again. I still felt in reasonable control, although watching and feeling her come on my cock had made me feel closer to coming. I moved my hands from her hips to rub her perfect ass, stroking my cock more slowly into her as I let my hands enjoy the soft, smooth perfection of her muscular buttocks. Watching my cock slide between her pussy lips wrapped around my cock was mesmerizing. As I massaged her ass with both hands, Tess started to make little groaning sounds again with every stroke. "What is the counter at now Tess?" I asked. "I don't know," she gasped out. "Just don't stop." My confidence was increasing as I realized she was enjoying this even more than I was. The sounds of her moans was increasing, just like before she came the last time. I focused on moving my cock in evenly, trying to control myself. I shifted my weight a little bit on one stroke in, causing my cock to move downward at a different angle, and Tess let out a sharper gasp. "You like?" I asked as I repeated the stroke at that angle. "Oh God yeah, keep doing that!" she gasped out. I happily obliged with a grin, sliding my cock into her at that angle. Her moans quickly grew sharper and louder, and with a sudden shriek, she came again. The feeling of her pussy grasping my cock as she came was intense, and I kept thrusting only a few more times until she subsided with a gasp beneath me. I had been getting too close to coming, and I did not want to come until we got to 500 strokes if possible. I rubbed my hands from her buttocks, up her sweaty back to her shoulders, my cock lodged deep inside her as I rested. "You seemed to enjoy that!" I said as I massaged her shoulders. "You have no idea," she said with a shaky laugh. I don't know if it is because you're bigger, or the angle or what, but I have never come just from fucking, let alone twice before!" "You have no idea how good that makes me feel," I said in reply. "I really enjoyed making you come too." "Not as much as I enjoyed it, I guarantee!" she said with a laugh. "What's the counter at now?" I asked, trying to look over her shoulder. "It's at 353," she said. "only 147 more to go!" "Whoops, I mean 148, the counter just went down one again." "I guess I better get started again eh? I've rested enough I think," I said as I pushed myself upright. She was about to answer when I pulled my cock out and slammed it back in all the way, at the angle she seemed to like best. "Oh god, yeah, do that again!" she moaned back. "I'd love to," I replied, pushing on her back to help me pull my hips back, then pulling forward slamming my cock into her. With every thrust into her, I tried slightly different angles, seeing which seemed to wring the best response from her. Her orgasm took both of us by surprise, as she screamed out "I'm coming!" I kept pumping my cock into her at that angle, both of us sweating now from the exertion. Her orgasm seemed to taper off, then start again as I kept thrusting into her. The sense of power that swept over me as she came was awesome, and I knew it was changing my level of confidence permanently. She seemed to be coming almost continuously now, and the need to come myself was starting to be overwhelming. I felt the pressure building deep inside, with every thrust of my cock. The contractions of her pussy, the moaning, our sweaty bodies rubbing together, was all suddenly too much, and the illusions of control I had were shattered as my orgasm exploded suddenly. I had no breath to yell out or I would have. I saw stars in my vision as I closed my eyes and rocketed my come into Tess. She was still coming, or coming again, I could not tell as I was too absorbed in the sensation exploding from my cock. I slipped forward on the last thrust on her slippery body, sending my cock even deeper into her as all my weight was supported on her buttocks. The last jet of come blasted deep into her womb as I collapsed in exhaustion. (Chapter 3 to follow)