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Catherine's Revenge Ch. 1

By: alltherage



Brian lay quietly in his bed dreaming of better days and wishing he still loved his wife. It seemed impossible to have lost what they had once had but they had and he was determined to end it completely as soon as possible. He did not want to prolong the pain any longer. There seemed no point now that he had evidence.

Brian got up from the bed and walked to his study. At 32 he still had the track star body he had when he was in college. He stood tall, just over 6 feet and his frame was long and lanky. His blond hair and blue eyes made his early dating experience the envy of his friends. He found it inconceivable now that his wife would cheat on him. He sat down at his desk and fingered the envelope the private detective had given him.

Slowly he opened it. The first picture showed his wife Catherine leaning across the seat of what looked like a suburban kissing his partner Alan. The next was a very good close-up of Alan's hand inside her blouse foundling her breast. The picture's proceeded on as these lovers united in the front seat of Alan's SUV. Brian's mind swam as he fought off the impulse to harm them physically. The last picture showed the name of the motel that served as the lover's hideaway each Tuesday afternoon. Brian swore that this Tuesday would be different.

Brian was unaware that Catherine made a habit of poking through his desk and that she had found the photographs earlier in the week. Her first reaction was outrage. How dare he follow her and who was the pig that took those photographs of her. She knew that Brian would try to do something now, to catch her in the act. She fumed and grew angrier. It was his fault that she did what she did. He was the one that lost interest in her and he was the one that grew boring and routine in his approach to sex. Long ago he had made pursuit of material things his ambition and she had somehow become part of his collection, having no more importance than the car he drove or the television he watched. She began to plot and scheme against him from the moment she found the pictures.

Catherine's sexual adventure did not begin with Alan. In the last few years of the marriage she had taken many lovers both male and female. She too hand maintained her taught body and though she tallish and at first appeared a bit awkward she was a tigress in bed. She prided herself on her ability to give her lovers orgasm's and that fact had driver her now for years. She often felt the overpowering urge to have sex and once the marriage became stilted she acted on these feelings. She feed her compulsion as if it were a wild beast in need of its next meal. She had made many friends over the years and some of them she would need now.

Monday night came and Brian came home to find himself presented with a home cooked meal. He was shocked by the detail of the table and the fact that the house was filled with the scent of food cooking. Catherine greeted him at the door. She handed him a glass of wine and smiled.

"Don't look so surprised," she said. "I can be nice to you can't I?"

"Of course you can. Is there an occasion I forgot."?

"No just my little gift to you," Catherine said as her heart pounded. The plan was working. Now all he had to do was drink the wine.

Alan was not very concerned with the etiquette of wine drinking and soon he had drained the glass of Merlot. Soon he was feeling a bit dizzy and he excused himself and went to lie in their bed. 

Catherine thought. "good you son of a bitch, just where I want you."

Claude and Amy had been waiting in a spare bedroom. Catherine had met the bi couple a few months before and they had spent many afternoons together. Claude was a short slightly overweight man of about 40; there was nothing very unique about him except for the size of his cock. It was 7 inches long and extra thick. He claimed that whenever he had had anal sex with a man he had difficulty entering them. Catherine hand tried to accommodate him on one occasion and nearly passed out before the pain subsided and she could enjoy the full pleasure of the experience. Amy was always game for anything that my come about and Catherine had picked them for this plot simply because they were willing.

Catherine had, of course laid to them. She had told them this was all a role-play and that no matter what Alan said they should carry on. Catherine was hoping for pictures that would incriminate Alan and she did not really care if they completed any sex act. Pictures of the all three of them naked would suffice.

Catherine went to the bedroom to find Alan unconscious on the bed. Quickly she removed his pants and his shirt. She worked his underwear off next and soon had him naked. Now all she had to do was wait for him to stir just a bit. He had set up a camera in the closet facing the bed. All she would have to do was start the tape once he stirred and then let nature take its course. 

He began to stir and she was about to run and get Claude and Amy when she realized she had not done the most important part of her job. She ran to the closet and taking four looped ropes from a corner she ran back to him. She tied him to the bedposts and then reached in her nightstand and removed a mask and a gag she had stored there. The mask had no eyehole openings so when Alan awoke he would be unable to see or speak. Looking him over she thought to herself, "perfect," and ran down the hall to get her friends. 

To be continued...

Catherine's Revenge Ch. 2



As she entered the spare room she found Claude standing above Amy. Both were naked and Amy was sucking on his heavy balls. "hey, she cried, lets not get ahead of ourselves." 

They both turned to look at her. Catherine stood before them in her long thigh high leather boots and a matching leather cortise. He held a riding crop in her and she smiled wickedly at them. "Remember, this is about Brian's fantasy," she scolded. "We have to make sure he is happy, that's the deal." Her too accomplices smile willingly without understanding what they were about to do. 

Catherine had planned well. She had presented this idea to her helpers as a birthday surprise. She had calculated every detail, even telling Claude that Brian might pretend to resist. As they walked down the hall she smiled inwardly. "I warned him," she thought, "I told him do anything but don't take away my pride." The pictures had stolen that from her and now she would have his.

The little troop walked down the hall, Catherine in the lead. She opened the door to the bedroom and there before them lay Brian, tied helplessly to the four-corner bed posts, masked and gagged. Claude immediately focused on Brian's 6-inch flaccid cock. It lay over his belly soft and helpless and to Claude's eye lonely. Catherine made her way to the head of the bed and whispered to Brian, "oh baby your gonna love this. She carefully moved to his cock as the couple watched. She took it in her hand and held it to her mouth. Her tongue flicked snakelike at its tip. Brian's cock began to grow as she pooped its circumcised head into her mouth. He moaned and tried to move.

Brian still felt the effects of the drug. He was in a hazy fog and when Catherine's mouth closed on him he felt the pleasure of her attention. He tried to speak but the gag stopped him. He batted his eyes and sought like but found none. His only stimulation was coming from Catherine's mouth and soon all his energy was focused there.

He felt the weight of another body on the bed and then another. He tried to squirm. He felt fear but realizing it was Catherine calling the shots he felt safe. He felt her mouth leave his cock and felt her pushing the now straining beast to the other side of the bed; there another set of lips fell on his heated cock. Another set of lips was licking his balls now and then those lips moved lower, the tongue moving down toward his semi-exposed bed. He heard Catherine's voice saying very sexily, "baby lift your butt up." 

He did as he was asked and he felt what could only be a pillow being pushed up under his lower back. The tongue that tortured his balls now moved lower. "Oh god," his mind screamed," don't lick my ass." His resistance was futile and he felt a very wet sensation as the tongue worked its way into his ass. Claude was still sucking his hard cock and Brian could feel himself nearing orgasm. The added stimulation to his ass just fueled him further. He felt a thin object entering his ass. "Oh no oh no oh no," his inner voice wailed. He tried to pull away. It was no use.

Catherine mouth begun to lick and suck on Claude's cock. It was too wide to swallow so she contented herself with just swirling the tip of it with her tongue. Her job was not to finish Claude but to start him and she measured her work well. She saw Amy's finger begin to probe Brian's ass. Her husband's head shook from side to side. His cock gave his pleasure away. It seemed to her to be harder and bigger than she had ever seen. She saw Brian's belly contract. His whimpering sighs gave warning that his orgasm was near and now Claude sucked him furiously. Catherine could hear Claude swallowing and slurping and she new her husband had come. 

Brian had given up all pretense of resistance as the finger worked deeply into him. He felt his throbbing cock jerk and squirt long lines of come into the mouth that serviced him so well. "God thank you Catherine," he thought as his orgasm subsided. He wondered to himself now how he could have ever thought of leaving Catherine. She was such a creative lover and he had never been bored with her. He was about to make up his mind to forgive her infidelity when he felt something odd entering his ass. It was the finger. This time it was covered with something. He felt a cold wet sensation there and it sent a shiver through him. Now there were two fingers. Wiggling. "Oh god no Catherine no," he tried to yell. He pictured her wearing a strap on. She had always wanted to do him that way but he had resisted. "Oh god not that."

Claude moved between Brian's legs. He reached up to his face and taking some of Brian's ejaculate he lubricated his cock. Catherine moved Amy away. She sat Amy on the edge of the bed and entered her with the riding crop. Amy wailed at the force of its entry and tried to move forward. Catherine held her still and worked the crop several inches inside Amy's dripping pussy. Claude watched and grinned at Catherine. He moved forward and pushed the head of his cock into Brian's frightened ass. 

The girl's wail had set Brian's mind to calculation. He had no idea where or who anyone was in the room. His mind searched out for a connection to Catherine. A single word of reassurance was all he needed but none came. Then he felt it. Something hard and warm was entering his ass. Warm? Dildos are not warm. He tried to push it out which only seemed to let it slip further into him. He heard a man grunting. "Oh god Brian your ass is so tight, "a male voice moaned. Brian once again tried to fight but there was no way. The cock moved deeper and began to thrust in and out. He wanted to scream. To run to hide to put this all behind him. Slowly the pain eased and he began to feel his cock harden. The girl next to him was screaming Catherine's name and announcing her orgasm. The cock inside his ass seemed to grow and grow. Deeper it went and Brian's own cock was now achingly hard. He felt fingers on his face reaching under the mask. Catherine slipped it off. She had positioned him so that the camera would get his face in the shot. As the mask pealed away Claude began to fill Brian's ass with his hot come. "Fuck yes Brian, yes lover I am coming." 

Brian was too stunned to say a word. His silence worried Amy and Claude but before they could openly express there concerns Catherine was shooing them off to the spare bedroom. She played the Dom to the hilt whacking their bare bottoms as they scurried out of the bedroom. She turned her attention now to Brian. 

"Darling," she said flatly but with a hint of victory in her voice, "it is very bad form to spy. I guess now we are even. You see I know about your pictures. Now I have mine."

She went to the closet and retrieved the tape. She loaded into a VCR and switched on the television. Brian watched as his rape unfolded in front of him. "I'm leaving you darling. There will be a divorce and you will be generous. If you ever try to harm me, or if you fight the divorce, or if you fight me on money this tape will go to your Board. You should not be too unhappy. You don't love me, and all this amounts to is another business deal. Besides I think you liked it just a little." She informed Brian of the instructions she left with Amy to untie him and donned her knee length raincoat and left.

Still gagged Brian lay in a pool of his and Claude's semen. He thought and raged. He smiled dully to himself. "She did not say anything about hurting those two bastards," he thought. He settled back and waited for his new friends to return.