12 comments/ 192948 views/ 32 favorites CvsN 06: Payback By: Tx Tall Tales * * * * Part 6 of Convenience vs. Need For the followers of our story so far: This is not a happy chapter. This is pretty intense and cruel in some places. I exact a price for what Debbie was put through in her previous relationship, a price that is not paid willingly. But it is paid none the less. I'm not saying that what was done was right. It probably wasn't. But it was the way I handled things, and I'd do it again. The good news is it did solve the problem. There's not much sex and romance in this chapter of our story. There's a bit of violence and non-consensual sex. If you're just looking for titillation, you may want to scan ahead to the end. * * * * Lately, life was feast or famine. I would get my brains screwed out for a weekend, then do without for two weeks. The previous weekend had followed the same pattern, with my life full of wonderful women, then from Monday night through Thursday I was a single man again. I had been working hard to finish moving my belongings from the apartment into the house, while Debbie had been supervising some work done around the house. Karen was still planning on waiting until the end of the month to move in, and was still working. We'd brought in a flooring contractor to repair the living room floor, and to install some inexpensive carpeting upstairs. She'd also managed to get our gas, water, and phone service turned on, after getting the city inspections completed. She was turning out to be an administrative wiz. We'd hoped to get some painting done, but had been too busy with the move, and inspection paperwork. We were looking at a weekend of painting coming up, which should make the house pretty much complete for move in. Of course just when things seemed to start running smoothly, somehow, somewhere, things would always get interesting. * * * * I was packing the last of my boxes into a borrowed truck, when the phone rang. "You're dime - go ahead." "Jack. John's here at the house. He just drove up. Could you please come over, I don't want to see him." Debbie sounded nervous. It took me a minute to place John; her ex- that she'd left about 6 weeks earlier. "I'm only 5 minutes away. I'll leave now." I told her. "Thanks. Please hurry." She sounded really distressed. I didn't bother to answer. I headed straight to the car, and took off for the house. I made good time, the advantage of having a sports car and little respect for speed limits and lights. I pulled up in front, and found Debbie's old Escort parked there. An Explorer with dealer plates had pulled in behind it. The front door to the house was wide open. I entered the house, into the middle of a mess. John was a lanky guy, I'd call him scrawny, but I'm trying to be generous here. He had dirty brown hair, cut short, and was standing in Debbie's face yelling at her. Both the little girls were there, crying to one side. Debbie tried to say something, and he hit the wall next to her head, telling her to shut up, or she'd be sorry. I was about to announce my presence, and try to defuse the situation, when Debbie's little one, Erin, ran up to John and grabbed at his shirt. "Don't hit my mommy! Don't hit my mommy!" She was hysterical, screaming at him. He reached down and pushed her away by the face, hard, and she landed on her rear against the near wall. I'm not some kind of super-hero, out to right all wrongs. And I had been willing to talk things out, in spite of the way he'd been up in Debbie's face. But this was too much for me. Pushing around 6 year olds was well over the line as far as I was concerned. I walked up beside him, and hit him as hard as I could, just under the ear. Now I'm just over six-one, two-twenty. I probably weighed half again as much as he did, and I don't think he ever saw it coming. He dropped like a rock. Debbie scrambled away, twisting sideways, sliding along the wall and never turning her back on the guy. I watched him, and saw him reaching into his back pocket. I didn't know what he was looking for. I doubted he had a gun or anything, but I wouldn't have put a knife past him. So I committed the cardinal sin of fair play and hit a guy while he was down. More precisely, I kicked him. I kicked him in the side just at the bottom of his ribs, and he rolled up into a ball with a grunt. An oversized folding blade fell out of his pocket, and I reached my foot out and kicked it across the room. I walked to Erin, who was on the ground sobbing, and lifted her to her feet. "Erin, you and Ashley go in the kitchen and close the door. Uncle Jack is going to have a talk with this bad man. He won't hit your mommy." I guided her towards Ashley, who was huddled in a corner, and the two of them walked hand-in-hand into the kitchen. John had rolled to his knees, and looked to be considering getting up. "Don't get up dick-head." I warned him, stepping between him and Debbie. "Who the fuck are you. You are really fucked now, you know? You are FUCKED." He was talking tough for a guy sitting on his ass, huffing and puffing, while malevolently looking up at me. "You are in my house. You are not welcome here. You're going to get the hell out of here, and we're never going to see you again." I spoke calmly and slowly. "Wrong. Fuck you. This bitch is going with me." He raised himself onto one knee, and I was pretty sure he was looking to try to jump me. "I don't think so." I stood, waiting, weight on the balls of my feet. He was predictable. He jumped forward straight at me. I wasn't particularly worried. Growing up, I'd moved a lot, and in the world of juvenile manhood, one of the rites of friendship was fighting. As the new guy, I was always getting in fights. Competing in a variety of sports didn't help; I was ejected from more than one game for brawling. Then, during the first two years of college, I'd been in ROTC, doing the two-and-screw, and got some more formalized training in defending myself. I could protect myself. I stepped into him, confident in the advantage my eighty pounds of weight gave me in this battle. He wasn't able to fully stand up, and was still bent over when my outstretched arms pulled him forward and down. He stumbled and forward, and I delivered a pretty mean kick to his forehead, snapping his head back. I dropped on his back, grabbing his hair, and gave him a rabbit punch. Only after I had hit him did I realize he was not resisting. Fight over. I grabbed the back of his shirt, and dragged him out the door and to the front of his car. Sometime while I was dragging him across the gravel walk, the cobwebs must have started to lift, and he squirmed a bit at the end. I flung him against the side of his vehicle. "Just be smart and get out of here. Don't let me see you again." I told him. I was really pissed, and was looking for him to talk back, so I could deliver more punishment. He did a pretty smart thing. He pulled himself up by the door handle, got back in his SUV, and got his keys in the ignition before he spoke. "You're dead. I'll be back, and you are FUCKED." He drove off, leaving the threat hanging in his wake. Back in the house, Debbie didn't speak of the matter as we calmed the kids, and bundled them into her car. We took them back to Karen's and I called Karen to get her to come home. "You know he'll be back. Maybe I should just go with him. He's going to be so angry if he has to come for me again." Debbie said sitting back in the couch, holding herself in a ball and rocking back and forth. She had stood up so well, with the kids around, until we'd settled them down in their room, working on some crafts. Then she just fell apart. I wanted so badly to go to her, to take her in my arms, to comfort her. But I wasn't sure I was welcome. I didn't know what to do about her. But I did have an idea about what could be done about John. "No. That's not the answer." I told her. "He'll be back. He'll bring a bunch of his friends, and they'll beat you up. And then he'll beat me up. Then I'm sure I'll have to pay him and his friends back for causing this trouble." I sat down beside her, putting my arm around her. She stiffened noticeably. I couldn't help but think at that moment that I'd get more warmth from a statue. I could feel her slipping away from me. I hated that feeling. I leaned over to kiss her on the side of the face. I wanted to tell her we guys weren't all that bad. I'd take care of her if she'd just let me. As my lips touched her soft skin, I could see the tracks of the tears silently rolling down her face. She didn't sob, didn't cry out. She wasn't shaking. She just rocked back and forth, holding her knees tight, and allowed the salty sadness to create it's own path to freedom, a freedom she lacked. Fucking John. I don't know if he had done this to her or if his treatment was just another brick in the wall. All I knew was that he was the source of the current pain, and if there was something I could do, anything, then I was going to have find a way. I made my plans. For that afternoon. No defense like a good offense. No time like the present. * * * * Debbie and I pulled up to John's townhouse. His vehicle wasn't there, which was a lucky break, and meant we wouldn't have to do any hiding and waiting in our car. I knocked on the door, and waited a good long time, just to make sure nobody was home. Debbie still had her keys, and she opened the door. We went in, carrying along a few items I'd brought in preparation. Debbie was scared spitless and I almost expected her to bolt at any time. I had explained my plan to confront the lion in its den. She argued against the idea at first, but finally agreed. I felt bad pushing her that hard to get her to help me, but I didn't see any other way. I knew that John was the cowardly type, and would stew over how I'd treated him, until he demanded his revenge. I understood that for him, that would probably mean an ambush of me by he and several of his friends. My feeling on the subject was 'do unto others, before they can do unto you.' I hoped to catch him that evening, and convince him that the continued risk of retaliation from me was much worse then letting this thing go. I wanted him to think of me and cringe. I also hoped to get some incriminating evidence to hold over his head, even if I had to manufacture it. I wanted Debbie to be there, to see her vicious predator de-clawed, and perhaps to get her to participate in some way in the retaliation. I figured she'd earned it and hoped it might be a bit cathartic. I had Debbie perch on a chair, behind the curtains, watching the walkway. Her job was to watch for John's arrival. I was counting on him being alone, hoping he wouldn't be in a mood to be hanging with his buddies, and figured it was still too early for his own planned payback. It wasn't a long wait. "Here he is. Here he is. Oh, shit. Dale's with him." Debbie hissed in a strung out stage whisper. "Take it easy. Anyone else with him?" I asked her, setting up behind the door. "Just Dale, from the dealership." Lousy break. Two was still doable, just a little more risky. I'm just glad that it was only two, any more might have called for plan B, which had the possibility of extreme legal ramifications. I waited for John to open the door, and he walked in, head turned to the side, talking to his buddy. "I'm waiting for Ronnie and Bill to call, then we'll show that guy who he's fucking with..." He turned at the door, right into my baseball bat meeting him in the gut. I kicked hard at the door, slamming it into Dale's face. I turned, and chopped down on the back of John's shoulders with the bat, as he tried to get up, flattening him. Ok, so it wasn't fight fair. This wasn't meant to be a fight. This was a lesson. Dale opened the door. "What the fuck was...OOOF" He was clearly confused, and the bat in the midsection didn't help. I kicked his legs out from under him, and hit him again, hard, in the lower back, wrenching a cry from him. He put an arm out to brace himself, and I kicked it out from under him and stomped down on his hand, hard. "Shut the door Debbie." She was already moving; I was proud of her, she might have frozen, but she remembered what I'd told her. John wasn't moving, so I decided to take care of the bigger Dale first. I dropped to one knee, right across the back of his neck. I quickly pulled his arms behind him, and grabbing one of the oversized plastic zip-ties from out of my pocket, I encircled his wrists and yanked as tightly as I could, pinching the skin cruelly. I wasn't worried about pain, or cutting off circulation, just taking him out quick. "Fuck, dude, just take the shit." Dale was whining. "Not that easy, 'dude'." I answered, zip-tying his ankles, and kicking him just out of spite. Adrenaline does that to me. I was worried I might have hit John too hard. He still wasn't moving. But to play it safe, I zip-tied his ankles and wrists, before checking for breathing. He was breathing. He was probably going to be fine. Too bad. Some moaning and movement from John finally indicated that he was about to rejoin the land of the conscious. Dale had spotted Debbie now, and was telling her how bad she'd fucked up, and how she was going to pay for getting me involved. He was struggling to get to his knees. A well-placed foot in the back placed him back on his belly. Without his hands, his chin hit the ground first. He was just lucky the floor was carpeted. "Asshole," I advised him, "you are talking to the wrong person here. Speak to her again, and I'll kick your kidneys out through your belly-button." I emphasized my intent with a kick just under his ribs, yanking another cry from him. "You're only mistake so far was picking the wrong friend. Play your cards right and you'll probably get out of here alive, and with all your organs and appendages intact." I lifted the guy to his feet by his ponytail, and pulled him back against the stairway railing heading upstairs. I pushed him along, until his head was at the same height as one of the steps, and I used the handyman's best friend, duct tape, to wrap around his neck, at the bottom of one of the railings. He was going to be standing there, breathing carefully, until I decided otherwise. When I turned to face John, I saw him lying there, watching my every move, and not moving an inch. He was glaring at me. I looked to see what Debbie was doing. She just stood to one side, shivering. I walked over to her, and gave her my bat. I told her softly to hit Dale with it if he said another word. I said it just loudly enough for him to hear. Debbie might have been frightened but she was no coward. She stood next to Dale, bat held awkwardly about halfway up the handle. He looked at her, trying to stare her down, and I was overjoyed to see her jab him in the gut with the handle. "Don't even look at me you jerk. I hate you." She was almost spitting. I guess there was some history there as well. He turned away and looked down. Good for her. I, on the other hand, wanted to deal with the fundamental problem that had brought us there. "Why, hello John, have a nice nap?" I asked, walking over to him, and nudging his chin with the toe of my boot. "What do you want?" He asked, timidly. I'd expected more defiance, not capitulation so early in the campaign. "John, now I just knew you couldn't leave things along. You were going to try to get some of your cretin friends and cause some trouble, and I thought it better that you and I work this out before some of your friends got badly hurt." I squatted in front of him smiling down at him. "No, really. She's yours. I wasn't going to do anything." He tried the lying route. I don't want you to think I'm a bad guy. I just have big emotions. I laugh easy, I love deeply, and sometimes I get pissed off. I don't lose my temper very often, maybe once a year or so. But when I do, even I don't like myself then. I was very angry. And I had the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I walked behind him and kicked him between the legs. I then waited a few minutes for him to stop grunting and heaving. Dale watched the scene in silence and obvious trepidation. "John. You don't know me, and I'm willing to make some allowances for that. But if you lie to me again, I'll feed you one of your own balls." Could I do that? Probably not. Even pissed, that would have been beyond what I could stomach. I'm sure I'd puke first. But he didn't have to know that. I was a very bad person. And I wanted him to believe that way down deep. He needed to be absolutely certain of that. I leaned over and showed him the knife he'd left at my place earlier that day. I pushed him onto his back and placed the blade of the knife at his crotch. I then stuck the tip in and pushed, sliding the blade between his pants and skin. I felt a little tug, and figured I might have poked him with the tip a bit. Oh well. I slipped the blade in to the hilt and pulled up and hard, cutting his jeans from balls to belt. He pissed himself. "You dirty shit. Pissing yourself in front of a lady. You disgust me." I grabbed his pants and yanking them hard, pulled them down to his ankles, dragging him across the floor at the same time. He was crying out some incoherent babble about being sorry, and leaving us alone, but I was afraid that over a few beers, and in the midst of his friends, he'd start getting ideas again, and I didn't ever want to be on the defensive. Dale decided to add his two cents worth, telling us we'd never hear from them again, he'd make sure of it. Debbie hit him with the bat, in the stomach, making him grunt. He couldn't bend over, from the tape around his neck, and when he pulled forward he choked himself. She hit him again, this time in the ribs, and a third time. I got the feeling she really didn't like this guy. I grabbed piss-boy's stinking shorts, and heaved hard, tearing them off of him. I walked to Dale, held the disgusting briefs in his gasping face, and warned him. "Speak again, without permission, and I'll shove these in your mouth, and tape them in place. Do you think you'll like that?" He shook his head, minutely, eyes wide. No. I placed them on a stair tread, inches from this head. I turned back to the object of my lesson, John. I hadn't really planned much beyond this, other than to play it by ear. My only goal really had to been to place John at my complete and utter mercy. Give him a taste of discomfort. And convince him that he wanted nothing further to do with me, and by proxy Debbie. Dale showing up had thrown awry any plans I might have had. I remembered one other thing. Debbie had left most of her stuff here when she'd moved out suddenly. We could at least recover anything that she wanted to take back. "So tell me John, what am I supposed to do with you. I'd just finish your ass, but I'm pretty sure that would upset the pretty girl over there, so you've got that going for you. But somehow you need to convince me that I'll never see you again. Can you do that for me?" The wuss started babbling. He was sorry, he didn't mean it. He just missed her. He didn't know she was in a relationship. He was sorry. He'd stay away. Far away. He was sorry. He almost sounded believable. I left him there pleading, and returned to Debbie who was just staring at him in disgust. "Baby. I know you left in a hurry. I want you to gather up any stuff you left behind, and bring it all down here. No need to abandon it now. We'll take it home. Can you do that?" "Ok, there's not much. I don't have any way to pack it though." She sounded amazingly calm. "Just take a bed sheet and lay it on the floor upstairs. Throw everything in the middle of it. I'll come up and get it when you're done. Just yell for me." CvsN 06: Payback She disappeared up the stairs. I returned to John, who had never ceased his act of contrition. "Shut up. You're making me sick." I kicked him in the leg. "Don't hurt me. You don't have to hit me. I'll do what you want." He whined. I kicked him again. In the hipbone, where it would hurt, and close enough to his crotch to make him flinch badly. "Wrong. I want to hurt you. I like to hurt you. The only reason I haven't hurt you worse is because I don't want Debbie to see. Now that she's gone, we can play a little. You better hope she packs fast." He was lying there, bare-assed, pants around his ankles, in his own waste. I know he was on the verge of crying, from the way his face was screwed up. Time to continue my campaign of terror. "You know John, I was thinking of a way to convince me that you'd leave Debbie alone." I dropped to one knee beside him, speaking softly. "Whatever, man. I swear." The snot running down his face was not a pretty sight. "The way I figure it, if I were to neuter you, well you'd have no reason to chase girls, and Debbie would be safe. What do you think?" I had my blade out and was waving it around his privates, which were shriveled up as if he'd just gotten out of a pool. He tried to back away. "God, no! I SWEAR. Please." He was trying to wriggle away, digging his heals into the carpet and inching along. I'd almost forgotten one of the items I'd brought along. I pulled out my digital camera, and started snapping some shots, concentrating on his privates. "Smile. Before and after pictures, you know." "Don't. Please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'M SORRY!" he was crying. That was when inspiration struck. Ok, what I did next was wrong. I know that. But I was really angry. I'm sure you can understand that. And I figured that maybe there was something I could do to really slam the door on this one, and get a little revenge for Debbie, 'in-kind'. I grabbed John by the back of his shirt and he started to scream. I punched him in the head a few times, to shut him up. Not a particularly good idea, the head is way too hard, and I hurt my hand a bit. I decided to just kick him in the future, which seemed to work just fine. I dumped him at the feet of his buddy, Dale. I pulled out my knife and cut his wrists free from the zip-tie. The knife drew a bit of blood, but nothing serious. He lay there rubbing his wrists. "Move an inch, and I'll use another tie to zip your hands and balls together, and leave you that way until your balls fall off." I grabbed my duct tape, and went to Dale. "I bet your hands hurt pretty bad right now." He nodded. I guess he was still taking my 'underwear' threat pretty seriously. I reached around him, careful in case he had any ideas about kicking out at me. I cut his hands free; they were almost purple from lack of circulation. I allowed him a moment to rub the circulation back into them. Then I had him extend his arms out to his sides, fully, and duct taped them to the railing. One arm had to be raised above his head, making him look like he was pointing upstairs. I smiled. "Ok John. Here's the deal. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to make Dale cum in your mouth. Do that for me, and I'll believe you really don't care for girls that much, and maybe we can end this." John cringed, "Fuck, man! I'm no fag!" Dale started to talk, and I just turned and looked at him, cold. He shut up. I turned back to John. "Oh, but you're wrong. You are! And if you can convince me of that, why then I don't have to kill or neuter you. Wouldn't that be nice?" "You're full of shit man." He was feeling brave. That was bad. "Ok. You're choice. Put your hands together and hold them out." I instructed him, reaching in my pocket for another zip tie. "Couldn't you use the tape?" he begged, holding his hands out to me. "Not if I'm going to tie them to your balls." I smirked, reaching for him. He pulled away, leaning back. I kicked him in the chest, then kicked him about the head while he tried to cover up. "Stop, stop," he was crying, his elbows covering his face, trying to hold his hands out to me. "Don't you fucking pull away from me, or I'll have to just kill you, and then I have to kill your friend. Don't make me do that, dick-face." I kicked him again for good measure. "I...I'll do it." He moaned. "Do what?" "I'll make him cum." He whispered, barely audible. "Good." I pulled him to his knees by one wrist, and dragged him upright. I took his one wrist, and making a rope of duct tape, tied him to the railing on the steps going down from where Dale was tied. "Entertain me." I pulled up a chair to one side, sitting about five feet away, my bat in my hand, slapping the meat of the bat gently into my open palm. Smack. Smack. Smack. John never looked up. He took Dale's belt in his free hand, and worked it open. He pulled the pants open, unbuttoning and unzipping them. He tugged them down a short ways. "Down around his ankles please. Give yourself some room to work over there." I directed. With a series of alternating tugs, he pulled them down below the knees. Dale's shorts were bulging. It looked like someone was more than a little interested in what was going on. John was hesitating now, with the full briefs staring him in the face. "Go on. Don't make me get up, John." He tried to pull the shorts down from the side, but the waistband got caught up on Dale's package. He had to reach up, and free the waistband, pulling the underwear down from the front. Dale's semi-hard cock flopped out, bouncing. John pulled back. Then he looked over at me with fear in his eyes, and reaching across, worked the briefs down below Dale's knees. "Good." I encouraged. John's head drooped to the side, and he looked down at the ground. His free hand found it's way to Dale's erection, and gripped it. He started to slide his hand up and down, about half of its length. "John, John, John. I know you can do better than that," I chastened. John picked up the pace a little, a little longer strokes, a little faster. I looked up to see Dale, with his head back and eyes closed. The cock in John's hand was growing, and it was becoming clear that Dale was an 'above-average' kind of guy. "That's better, but you know, I'm going to have to see your mouth at work if you're really looking to convince me." John looked to me, then back to the cock he was stroking. Dale was really hard now, a drop of pre-cum glistening. John tilted the cock towards his face, and placed his mouth over the end. He didn't move, just held his mouth there, and stroked that big cock. As John's mouth enclosed the fat head of Dale's cock, a sigh escaped Dale's lips. "C'mon John. Is that how you like to be sucked? I know you can do better then that." I scolded, before snapping another picture. Slowly, John took Dale a little deeper in his mouth, then slid him out. He repeated this several times. He took Dale's meat from his mouth, and licked the length of his cock, back to the head, and again took him deep. He was starting to get into it. So was Dale. "Oh, like that." Dale was whispering, when his cock was pushing at the back of John's throat. John continued, now more animated, moving his head side to side, sucking tightly as he pulled off. He finally looked up to see Dale staring down at him. "That's right. Suck me. Suck. Take it." Dale encouraged him. John tried to push his face down harder onto the cock in his mouth. It made for a great photo. Click. The flash went off, and distracted the boys for a minute, but John just went back to work. John did a credible job for the next few minutes. I think the position Dale was in was making things difficult on his end; he kept choking against the tape around his neck. "Jack, I'm ready up here." Debbie called down from upstairs. "Ok, boys, I'm going to go get her stuff. You keep up the good work. I'll be checking on you. Don't disappoint me." I headed up the stairs, and saw Debbie at the top of the stairs watching John go down on Dale. I couldn't read the look on her face, but it looked like she was enjoying this. There was a bed sheet open at the top of the stairs, piled high with clothes, toiletries, some books, toys, and a stack of videotapes. I gathered the four corners of the sheet together and pulled up, making a huge sack of her belongings. The sides were open, so I gathered in the sheet from the edges, and when I had a good grip, carried the load downstairs. Debbie led the way down the stairs, and after reaching the bottom stood over John watching him suck away at Dale. John was blushing, but didn't let up. Dale was smiling now, thrusting with his hips, speaking down to John. "Suck me, you bitch. Show her how; go ahead. That's it, take it all." Debbie finally spoke up, "Go ahead, John, take it all." She reached behind his head and pushed his face into Dale's crotch. She was holding his hair in her fist, and after he would back off, she would push his head hard back onto Dale's cock. John was gagging and coughing, but between Dale and Debbie, he was soon taking the whole thing in his mouth. "That's better. Now isn't that nice?" Debbie asked, sarcastically. I had put down the load. I grabbed the bat off the floor, and gave it to Debbie. "I don't want them letting up. If they stop playing nice, remind them with this." I took the sheet of belongings outside to the car, and put it in the back seat. I came back to the townhouse, and Debbie was standing behind John, pushing the handle of the bat against John's ass. "Do you like that, John? I bet you'd like this in your butt. You know you want it. Open up for me, and maybe I'll give it to you..." She was teasing him. I took up position next to her. "John, I'm so disappointed. You should have had him cumming by now. I guess he's not impressed with your oral talents." I pulled my knife out of my pocket, and opened it with an audible snap. "Excuse me, Debbie. I need to get back there. He failed job one, so now it's time for the backup plan. Stop, John. Don't move, or I might cut off more than I intend." "NO. I can do it, I can make him cum. I'm trying man, I'm TRYING." John was clenching his ass tightly, and trying to cover himself with his free hand. "Ok, I'll give you one more chance." I reached down, and cut the zip-tie from his ankles. I stood him up, holding on to the back of his shirt. He was completely quiescent, and obedient. I cut his hand free and turned him around, backing him up to Dale. He obviously knew where this was going, and seemed resigned to his fate. He bent over at the waist, thrusting his ass backwards, and placing his hands on his knees. "Dale, I'm going to make this a little easier for you." I stood next to him, and cut his neck free, as well as his higher hand. "Now if I cut your other hand free, are you going to behave yourself?" "Yeah. This wasn't my idea, you know." He answered, rubbing at his neck. "I know, but it is your choice in friends." I cut his second hand free and stepped back. "Ok, you know what I'm expecting." I stood back just beside John's shoulder, and placed the cold steel of the back of the blade against the back of John's neck. "Oh, I know." Dale responded. His cock was still rock-hard, and he placed the head of his cock at John's rear opening. "I'm going to teach this stupid bitch a lesson about getting me involved in shit like this." He was using one hand to push his cock into John, using the other hand to pull John back by the hip. John kept muttering, "Oh shit, oh shit" as he bounced back against the invading organ. I found the statement particularly apropos. Dale's moment of penetration was obvious, and he thrust forcefully to embed himself deeply in John's ass. John groaned, and let his head droop. Debbie stepped up to John, dipped her mouth to his ear, and whispered, "Now you know; let's see how you like it." As Debbie and I departed the premises, Dale was treating John to a forceful reaming, aggressively pounding his ass. I had to add a parting remark as I shut the door behind us. "Enjoy John. Hopefully, for your sake, I'll never see you again." Dale answered, "I doubt you'll see him again. I'll make sure of that." He didn't even slow down. * * * * * * OK, the worst of it is over, the squeamish may want to continue from here. * * * * * We hurried to the car, and drove away. I couldn't help but chuckle, and soon we both were laughing almost hysterically. Unfortunately, her laugh soon turned to tears, and she cried the entire way home. I just drove along in silence with no idea what to say. I escorted her from the car, back into Karen's, and sat her down, getting her a drink. Karen wanted the story of course, so I gave her a slightly abridged version. She's more cold, calculating, and vengeful then either of us, and although she was amused by what we'd done, she had numerous suggestions of her own. It hurt me just to hear about them. Ouch. John was lucky it had just been the two of us. Karen was feeling particularly generous that night, and after we put both Debbie and the kids to bed, she treated me to a blowjob downstairs in the living room. She'd generously given up her room to Debbie. She rushed me through the oral sex, worried that Craig would be home soon, but it didn't interfere with my need, and I was cumming within about 5 minutes. She certainly did have a talented mouth. * * * * It was pretty late when I finally drove the final load of my belongings over to the house. I realized that I'd forgotten to bring Debbie's things inside previously, so I took them into the new house, and carried them upstairs to the room we'd designated as hers. I was going to spend the next day, the last day of the month, cleaning my old apartment, in order to get my full deposit back. When I dropped the sheet in her room, I was reminded of the tapes by the clatter of their plastic. I was curious. Ok, it was wrong, but I took a few of them downstairs to my room, and hooked up my TV and VCR so I could see their contents. The first video showed a poor quality picture of John and Debbie. It started with John narrating for the video, as he set up the camera on a tripod, and Debbie sat at the edge of the bed, naked. John stepped over to her, stood in front of her with his semi-hard dick in his hand, and instructed her to suck him. For the next 10 minutes she blew him, and then he screwed her doggy style, constantly playing up to the camera, as if he was making the video for someone. The tape contained a few more scenes of a similar type, in which John and Debbie performed for the camera. The only variation in the tapes came in how long she sucked him before he screwed her, and in what position. In one of the scenes he took her up the ass and in another he could never really get hard, and he ended up falling asleep on the bed, while she tried to get him up. I decided to try another tape. This one started out with more of the same, but in the third scene Debbie and John were joined by another guy I hadn't seen before. In this scene the guys took turns on her. It started with John getting a blowjob, and then after a few minutes he sat to one side, and watched as Debbie worked her oral magic on 'Ron'. Ron's tool if anything was well below average, but Debbie did a pretty impressive job on him, and had him cumming in her mouth within a couple of minutes. John then climbed back in the saddle and screwed her missionary for a while 'til he unloaded. About halfway through John's ride, Ron lay beside Debbie and fondled her breasts, eventually kissing her. It looked as if Ron was really taken with her, understandably so. As soon as John was finished, Ron replaced him and screwed her pretty thoroughly for the next 15 minutes. She was about as animated as she'd been in any of the videos for him, and they changed position a few times, before he finished inside her while she was riding him, facing him. I turned off the video. Morbid curiosity made me insert another. This time it was cued up just after some guy had finished cumming on her face. She was on her knees in front of a guy watching TV. Dale and John were also present in the room. Dale thrust some paper towels in her face, and told her to clean up. She wiped her face, and the camera angle changed, and I realized that this time someone was actively doing the filming. I could now see Dale's cock in his hand, semi-hard, and he was waving it around. "Get over here, and hurry up. I gotta go at half-time, or my wife's going to be pissed." He laughed out loud, as she settled between his legs, and started to give him a half-hearted blowjob. She was mechanically moving her head, and stroking his cock. He reached out and cuffed her on the side of the head. "Watch the teeth, bitch." The other guys just continued watching the game. I shuddered to think how common a scenario this must have been for the sight of that beautiful girl sucking cock to be so matter-of-fact and uneventful. I felt guilty, watching her degradation, and popped that video out. I took the videos back to her room, and left them there. I then headed back to my room so I could hit the sack early. I was planning on getting up early to finish the cleaning of my apartment. I was a long time getting to sleep. I couldn't get the image of her out of my mind, being passed around, fucking and sucking on demand. The worst part was, it excited me at the same time that it disturbed and disgusted me. I hated that. * * * * The next morning I headed back to the apartment early, so I could finish giving the place a cleaning. There wasn't a lot to do, ever since Debbie had gotten involved the place had been pretty immaculate. Shortly after I had arrived, while I was finishing wiping down the interior of the refrigerator, Debbie showed up, buckets and cleaning supplies in hand. As usual she was stunning, tight t-shirt tied above her waist, and baggie shorts with a tight belt. "Hey beautiful, what are you doing here? I thought you had the kids to watch." "I thought I could help you clean up here, and get you back to where you need to be, getting the house in shape. Beth said she'd take 'em, and drop 'em off when day-care's out." What I really wanted to do, was take her right there and then. But I was a little worried about how things were with us, after the goings on from the day before, and I felt more than a little bit awkward. "That's great! How do you want to split this up?" I asked. "If you'll vacuum the place, I'll clean the rooms from the back to the front. You can then shampoo the carpets while I finish up the kitchen. It shouldn't take more than a couple of hours. We'll have the whole afternoon to ourselves." She smiled so enticingly. "Let's do it then, and see if we can't get back to the house by lunch." I took the vacuum back to the bedroom and vacuumed that room, the hall, and the living area, while Debbie put a shine on the bathroom. By the time I'd finished the dining room, and had the shampooer set up, she'd finished wiping down the walls, doors and windows in the bedroom and I was able to start the shampooing there. Once I finished the bedroom, I paused to watch her at work. She looked so pretty, so sexy. When she bent over to work on the baseboards, I wanted so desperately to just walk up behind her and ravage her, grabbing that delicious ass in my hands. She caught me watching her, which brought out a hint of a smile, and she wiggled that sweet tush at me. It was all I could do to keep my mind on the task at hand, and start cleaning the hall run. The shampooing was slow going, and she was done with the kitchen before I had finished the living room. "Wow, are you done already? That's fast. It's not even 11:00 yet," I said. CvsN 06: Payback "It wasn't too bad, the place was already pretty clean. Want to take a break?" Break? I wanted to break her in half like a shotgun, and clean her barrel. "I've just got a little more to do. I'd like to just get this done. No need for you to wait, why don't you head back, and I'll meet you back at the ranch." I walked over to her and gave her a hug. She settled against me, almost purring. "I…I wanted to thank you for yesterday." "Nothing to thank me for. Forget about it. I think we've heard the last from him." "No, really. I don't know what I'd have done without you." I could almost hear the ache in her voice. "Great. Tell you what, head back and make us lunch, I'm starving, and we'll call it even." I gave her a kiss on the top of the head, and a pat on the rear as I pointed her to the door. She turned and gave me a big hug before she picked up her buckets and headed out the door. I was looking forward to lunch, and even more so to dessert. I finished the room shampoo job in record time, headed back to the office, dropping off the keys and signing some exit papers. I got back to the house about forty minutes after Debbie had left, and found the place empty. I waited about half-an-hour for her to show, figuring she must have stopped for some groceries. When she didn't show, I fended for myself. I set to work on the upstairs bathroom. I just had the last sink and the vanity to do before that job was complete. It still astounded me how the place was coming together so quickly. Footsteps in the hallway announce I was no longer alone in the house, and I crawled out from under the sink to find Karen scowling at me. "Hi, what are you doing here? Is it that late already?" I asked, as I started to get up. I was more than a little surprised when she walked up to me and slapped me. "You are such an asshole, Jack." "What? What did I do?" I asked, bewildered. "How could you do that." She was almost yelling at me. "Do WHAT? What are you talking about?" "How could you reject Debbie like that. She's at my place crying her eyes out, and has been for the last hour." I stood up, not wanting to continue this bizarre discussion from on the ground. "Slow down. I have no idea what you are talking about." "I suppose you're going to tell me that Debbie didn't show up at your place, wearing next to nothing. I suppose she didn't throw herself at you, and all you did was send her away." She was fuming. She looked really sexy angry. "Karen. She came over to help me finish cleaning the place. She cleaned while I shampooed. I asked her to make lunch, so we could just get away from that place and I figured we had the whole afternoon to be together. I wanted her so bad I could taste it, sort of like how I want you now." I stepped up to her and tried to pull her into my arms. "GOD! You can be so ignorant." She pushed me away with both hands. "She was all worried about how you'd feel about her after yesterday, and now she's convinced you don't want her anymore. I can't believe you sometimes. You would fuck a snake, but you won't show that poor girl any attention after all she's been through." "Listen. I'm sorry, I just didn't understand." I tried to explain, still trying to get close to Karen. "Don't touch me! You need to get downstairs and cleanup. I'm going to go get Debbie and bring her back here, and you need to figure out how you're going to make this up to her." She turned away from me and stomped down the stairs. Women. * * * * I rushed out and picked up a few things at the store, and then dashed back for a quick shower before they returned. I had barely managed to dry off, and throw on some sweats and a shirt, when Karen and Debbie showed up at the door. Debbie didn't look her best. She had overdone the makeup, and her eyes were red and swollen. I felt like a total ass. "Debbie, I'm sorry." "That's ok, there's nothing to be sorry about." She answered gamely, yet not looking me in the eye. "But there is. Sometimes I'm a little obtuse. Ok, a lot obtuse. You know I'm going to make a lot of mistakes probably, this is my first real relationship, and it is a little out of the ordinary. It's not like I can read a bunch of Harlequin romances and figure out how I'm expected to act." Karen had to chime in. "No one is expecting you to act, Jack." "Ok, bad choice of words. I just sometimes don't think things out." "You can say that again," Karen mumbled. "Debbie, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me, and every time I see you, it's like the sun rising. You are so pretty I can barely stand to look at you. As soon as I stand in your presence I want you." I walked to her, and took her hand in mine, bringing her palm to my lips. "That's not what it seemed like this morning." Her softly spoken words were not accusing, just sad. "Oh, I wanted you. But I did feel awkward, I was afraid you might be upset with me. I showed you a side of myself I'm not proud of. I don't consider myself a violent or vicious man, but I guess I was a little embarrassed over how I behaved yesterday. I didn't want to force myself on you." "How could I be upset. You did that for me. No one, ever, has stood up for me like that." She was on the verge of tears and I could hear her voice cracking. I took her hand, and lowered it to the front of my pants. The effect that these girls have on me is only enhanced when they are both there, and I was tenting my sweats noticeably. "Debbie. I am sorry. I do want you. I wanted you then, I want you now." I pulled her into my arms and held her. Karen spoke up. "Words are cheap, Jack. We need to see some action here, if you're to be believed." I turned Debbie to the side and walked her into my bedroom. There were a dozen pink roses on each side of the bed, and a single long-stem lying on the middle pillow. 'I'm Sorry' was spelled out in red rose petals in the middle of the bed. "Well, I guess that's a start," Karen announced, finally deigning to get near enough to me to give me a hug. We all removed our clothing, climbed among the rose petals. I was about to clear them off the bed, when Debbie stopped me. "No. Please, let's keep them here." She asked. Karen and I guided Debbie to the center of the bed, where we spent the next several minutes kissing and caressing every inch of her fantastic body. Debbie sat up and pushed me down onto my back, attacking my cock with her mouth. She lay down between my legs and licked and sucked me like there was nothing else in the world but her and my cock. Karen enjoyed the show for a while, then settled in behind Debbie until her face disappeared between Debbie's legs. Debbie was dedicated, not allowing the distraction to deter her from the task at hand. I felt myself getting close and tried to pull Debbie up before I got too excited. "Jack, I want you to come in my mouth. Please." She looked up at me with those big blue eyes. How could I say no? "I'd love that." I told her. She smiled and took me in her mouth, working my shaft with her hand. The discussion had attracted Karen, who positioned herself so she could watch the finale. "Damn, Debbie, you always look so hot with his cock in your mouth. No wonder you drive him crazy. Doesn't she look hot like that, Jack?" Karen reached out and pulled Debbie's hair back so it wouldn't obstruct our view. "Look at him, Deb. Slowly suck that big cock deep, and look into his eyes. She loves your cock, Jack. Can't you tell? She told me she loves the feel and taste of you. I can't blame her. You look so damn good. Can I taste it?" She leaned forward and kissed Debbie's cheek. Debbie pulled up off my cock, holding it upright. She leaned it towards Karen's face, and Karen reached out with her tongue and slowly licked the head. She then leaned over and took my cock deep in her mouth, slowly pulling it out. "Wow. I've never really liked sucking cock that much, Jack, but I love the feel of your cock." She took it back in her mouth and worked on it for a few strokes, before she pulled off and yielded to Debbie. "Finish him. I know he's close, I want to watch you swallow his cum." Karen leaned over and kissed Debbie again, this time deeply. Debbie smiled, an almost evil smile, then took me into her mouth again. Starting slowly, she worked herself up to a blistering pace, then when she heard me gasping and straining, on the verge of cumming, she opened her mouth, place the head of my cock at the entrance of her sweet mouth, and beat me off with her hand, fast and furious. With a cry I came, shooting off into her mouth, seeing my cum bathe the roof of her mouth, and then pool on her tongue. I kept cumming, and she finally closed her mouth over my cock and sucked me dry. Between Karen and Debbie, it wasn't long before I was hard again, and I spent the next half-hour fucking Debbie in every position I knew, and several that were simply inspired by the moment. I didn't ignore Karen, and several times when we'd change positions, I'd take Karen, and fuck her for a while, but within a few minutes she'd thank me, disengage, and remind me that this afternoon was for Debbie, and that she'd collect from me later. I was pounding away at Debbie doggy style, and Karen had crawled under Debbie and was licking her pussy where I was entering her. "I just love this view. I get so hot placing the tip of my tongue just at the point where you enter her, Jack. Nnnnnnn. Right there, where I can feel your cock sliding in her." It felt pretty nice from my end as well. "Do her in the butt, Jack, so I can have her pussy. I want to see your fat cock split her ass open while my tongue is inside her." "Is that Ok with you Debbie?" I asked her, eager to go along with Karen's suggestion. "I'm yours, Jack. Always. However you want." "I don't want to hurt you…" "Geez Jack! She's not some porcelain doll you're going to break. FUCK HER! She needs to be used by you. Just do it." That was good enough for me. I moved my cock up to the opening of her ass, and pushed against her tight little hole. I was so worked up I didn't open her up slowly, I just pushed until I popped past her tight little ring, and slipped about two inches in. I elicited a moan from both girls. "That looked so incredible, Jack, you sliding in her like that. Now work it in. I want to watch that whole cock of yours disappear up that poor little butt." Spreading her cheeks wide, in a series of short strokes I slowly made some progress, then, overcome with my lust, I grabbed her hips and pulled her back hard against me, as I drove the last few inches home with one thrust. Debbie had twisted her upper body, and was watching me. She was looking straight in my face, and she winced for a moment as I sank home. Then she smiled at me. "Fuck my ass, lover. It's yours. I'm yours." I pulled almost all the way out, and slid home again. And again. And again. "That is amazing. Watching that beast slide into her, I swear I'm going to cum just watching you." Karen was breathing hard, and I could feel her fingers stroking my cock as I screwed Debbie. When I looked down to watch my cock disappear up her ass, I could see Karen below, her eyes right at the level of where I entered Debbie, her mouth working on Debbie's pussy. I looked up and saw Debbie move back between Karen's legs, returning the favor. Karen hadn't been lying about cumming. I could hear her moaning, begging us both not to stop, and telling us how she was going to cum. It was exciting me, listening to her get so excited and feeling the tight grip of Debbie's wonderful rear. I pulled completely out of Debbie, and before she could close up, drove myself into her, all the way to the root. I repeated this several times, and the view combined with Debbie's artful tongue must have done the job. Karen screamed out and came hard, driving her face into Debbie's pussy in between gasps. That was enough for me. "Grab your ass cheeks for me, Debbie, and spread them open." Debbie reached back with both hands, and exposed herself completely. I reached for her waist and took it in both hands. While she held herself open for me, I screwed her ass for all I was worth, pounding away, so close to cumming, staying on that ragged edge forever. My breath was coming in gasps and my legs were burning, but I couldn't slow down. I looked up and found Debbie watching me again. "Cum for me baby. Fill my ass. Cum for me." She was breathing hard, her nostrils flaring, her eyes burning. With a groan, I slammed home and emptied my seed deep in her bowels. On the second spurt she cried out, her eyes rolling back in her head, and her mouth gasping. Over and over I came, pushing hard, trying to reach ever deeper within her, until I finally had to be satisfied, and I curled around her body, hugging myself to her back. "Damn that was hot, you two. What are you gonna do for an encore?" Karen announced. In the heat of the moment I'd almost forgotten her. I couldn't hold back from gasping out a small laugh, as I rolled off of Debbie and onto my back, exhausted. I looked over to Debbie. She was lying on her side, facing me, her smile back on her face. "Ok. I guess maybe you do want me. You're forgiven." "NO! I can't believe you told him that." Karen sat upright, scolding Debbie. "You know we could have milked this for at least a week. I was hoping to get at least a nice dinner out of this, and maybe a big screen TV. You are just too easy." She was dead serious. Debbie and I just looked at each other and laughed. It was nice. At that moment, a car pulled up in the driveway. "The kids!" we all cried out nearly in unison. Karen bolted from the room, up the stairs, while Debbie grabbed her clothes and headed for the bathroom. I tugged my sweatpants on and pulled my shirt over my head, as I walked out to the living room. Beth herded the kids into the house, where they made a beeline for the kitchen, for an after-school snack. Beth looked me over, and then looked through the door into my bedroom, where Debbie was walking out of the bathroom, in an extremely disheveled state. She then turned her eyes to the stairs where Karen was calling down to the girls asking how their day was. Beth approached me and stood up on her toes to whisper to me. "Your pants are on inside out." I could feel myself blushing.