4 comments/ 130961 views/ 5 favorites Naked Revenge By: sadie dark Act 1. Jane has fucked me. I gave her myself, my love, my respect and she pissed on it all. She betrayed me with Jennifer and she's cost me my job and my reputation. Act 2. Before she leaves me and my shattered reputation, I must punish her. And it must be a revenge that is unforgettable, painful and utterly satisfying for me. So I'm visiting her as usual, pretending I don't know about her betrayal. But before I arrive I call on Julie. We talk, she understands, we survey her equipment and make our choice. Act 3. I ring Jane's bell, it's Sunday as usual. She opens the door, smiling like the false untrustworthy cunt that she is. She wears a gown and she leans forward for my kiss. I meet her judas lips and we step into her bedroom. Minutes later she's naked, bent over her frame, her wrists and ankles bound. I look at her lying face. It's relaxed, looking forward to what she believes is about to happen. I walk around her. Her big tits hang down. I loved her full breasts and would caress their generous, female fleshiness and kiss the pouting nipples. Now they look like a cow's udders, to be milked and ignored. I move around her, her back is tanned and taut, the backbone leading my eyes to the crack of her arse. Her arse is prominent, but then that is the reason for the frame. I stand behind her, cooly surveying the view. I used to love what I can see but now I despise it. Her fat arse cheeks stand out and her tied legs spread them provocatively. But now I just see plump pink cunt lips thrusting between her arse crack and a dirty brown arsehole. She's animal-like and that is how I'm going to treat her. I put my hand on her arse and she wriggles at the prospect of pleasure. I walk in front of her and strip. Off comes my shirt, down comes my jeans and I'm ready. I stand before her in a latex corset and thong and their tightness and exposure rouses both my sexuality and thirst for revenge. Her eyes look hungrily at my body as I bend to take something from my bag. I take out a ball gag and, in seconds, it's in her mouth. She's puzzled, as her cries and moans are usually part of our play. I bend again, giving her a full view of my bum as I reach into the bag. I take out two nipple clips and move towards her. The jaws bite into her fleshy nipples and her eyes bulge with the pain. She wasn't expecting this and her whole body jerks in response. Last week I would have cared but now I'm immune to her suffering. I go back to the bag and take out a long thin cane. I usually spank her before we fuck but tonight I've got something special in mind. I walk round behind her, sweat is breaking out on her body through fear and pain, but it merely encourages me in my intentions. I study her pig-like arse. It's tanned except for the white patches where Jane's bikini shaded her from the sun. I flick back my arm and strike. The cane slashes at her fat arse cheeks leaving a red line through her white bits. It makes a satisfying fleshy crack against her skin and pain ricochets through her body. I slash again and again. She fights against her bonds, her body arching with every blow. She's losing control and she farts as I strike her for a sixth time. I lean forward and whisper in her ear, telling her, that because of this, she's now going to get six more. I carefully build up a pattern of red stripes across her quivering arse and then I'm done. Sweat runs over my black latex and drips onto the floor. The doorbell rings, giving her a few moments to come to terms with her pain and humiliation. Julie walks in, smiling at me, and looking lasciviously at the naked body stretched over the frame. Julie's brought the interesting stuff. She slips off her coat revealing a latex leotard and thigh high leggings. She walks towards me and places her hand on my latex covered cunt. She fondles it, just inches from our victims' face. Julie slips her hand down my thong and fingers me. I'm already excited through punishing this naked cow and I moan with pleasure. Julie slips my thong down. She slides two fingers into my slippery hole and fucks me before Jane's pleading eyes. Minutes later, she smears the juice over Jane's mouth. Julie pushes my arse propelling me towards my former lover's face. I straddle Jane, forcing her into my soaking cunt, piling on the humiliation. Julie stops me and indicates the belt in her hand. She straps it around my hips and the ten inch rubber cock hangs between my thighs. I go behind Jane. Her arse still bears the red wheals but I unfeelingly spread her cheeks. The cock is glistening with lube and I target her puckered arsehole. I place the cock head on the hole and push. Her anus resists for seconds then I'm in, the cock sliding, inch by inch as her arse cheeks twist and buck. Anal play was a no-go with Jane so the satisfaction is doubled. The cock slips in and in, finally bumping against an obstruction. I slide it out then ram it in...out and in...out and in! Her arse jerks and spasms but I just laugh and slap it. The cock makes loud wet sounds on its journey in and out, as it travels deep into her body. Then I'm finished. I'm soaked with sweat in my exertions and excitement. Julie is by the door and I put my coat on. I lean close to Jane's face. She's crying but, for the only time ever, I don't care. "You cunt" I whisper, " you've got just what you deserve...what's Jennifer going to think of a dirty little cunt like you?" I leave her there. Sobbing, naked, exposed, smeared with cum and with an arse both cruelly punished and penetrated. She looked at me and her mouth twists. Final Act. I'm driving away when I see Jennifer's car arrive. I gloatingly imagine the scene when Jennifer discovers Jane. But, then it happens. Through the mists of my emotions I see Jane's final expression. What I took to have been shame could actually have been a thin smile. I'd stripped her, thrashed her and fucked her arse...but...but then she was a submissive by nature. What if what I thought was a punishment for her treachery had actually been an intense pleasure for her? My exhilaration died instantly, my world grew dark. Oh, God, revenge can be cruel! Naked Revenge For all lovers of literotica with a little humour and a twist, I dedicate this to you. Please feedback, I love to hear your comments. * Sasha stood at the top of the hill looking around, checking to make sure that they were alone. "Yeah babe, we have the place to ourselves. Get your bloody kit off and let's begin." Dropping her bag onto the grass at her feet, Angie laughed a nervous laugh, "Are you sure you want to do this Sash. I know it's really late and nearly dark, but it's a bit chilly now, and what if someone were to come along and see us?" "Come on Angie, don't be such a wimp. We discussed this. No one is going to come along now, it's almost eight thirty. The nearest civilisation is at the bottom of the hill, we're all alone and you promised me we could do this." Angie looked across at her boyfriend, jean clad legs spread out and hands on his narrow hips in a pose of masculine irritation. Over the last couple of months he had been nagging her for them to make love in the open, putting pressure on her more and more, telling her that if she loved him she would do this for him. "Sasha, I'm still not happy about this, it's so exposed, and couldn't you have chosen a more sheltered and safer place. The road is only ten feet away and some people use this as the cut through to Dorking to avoid the main road." "Stop it, get your kit off and lay down. My prick is getting uncomfortable behind this damn denim, and besides even if someone drove past they probably wouldn't notice us." "It's just that I feel so exposed about doing it in such an open place. Why put ourselves in such a stupid position where we could be seen." "That's half the fun, the fact that we might be discovered. Come on stop being so shy. You've got such stupid hang ups about your body Angie. It's a great body, and you shouldn't be ashamed of showing it off, to anybody, even strangers." Angie stood there, arms wrapped around her middle, her bottom lip between her small white teeth, the gentle breeze blowing wisps of her fine soft brown hair around her heart shaped face. "Please Sasha, couldn't we go back and re think this? I promise to let you tie me up again!" "We can do that any time, you know this has been a fantasy of mine for ages, and once we start you know you'll love it. Come on Angie," and he walked the few yards towards her, cupping her face with his large warm hands, and leant down to kiss her, a sweet gentle kiss, "If you want I'll start to take my clothes off first." In a quiet shy little voice she answered, "Please!" Looking down at the front of his body he started to unbutton the soft light blue shirt he wore. Humming the tune of the stripper he started to slowly swivel his hips, and as each small button became undone from its small hole, his body started to move in a sensual dance. Angie laughed at the sight of her tall, wiry boyfriend doing a striptease in front of her, framing behind the view of the Surrey valley, its villages and country roads leading off into the distance, the lights of Dorking starting to twinkle in its place at bottom of the high hill. Around her she could hear the rustling of leaves as the breeze flirted with the tall trees dotted along the top of the hill, and the occasional sound of birds could be heard, singing a goodnight song to the dusk. Shrugging his shoulders the shirt slid slowly down his sinewy arms, and he turned his body and then looked at her over his shoulder, a sexy look that promised more to come. Wiggling his bottom at her, encased in the tight light blue denim, she watched the taut skin of his shoulders move, as the muscles below it rippled with the movement of his arms. Grabbing the sides of the shirt he removed it, throwing it towards Angie where she caught it and clutched it to her bosom. "More, more." she gleefully cheered him on. Getting more into his strip, facing her and with a look of male superiority his hands went to the buckle of his belt, and thrusting his hips forward, legs spread, he slipped the worn brown leather through the silver buckle, releasing it, before slowly pulling the long strip from the confining belt loops that held it around his body. His chest, with the pelt of dark black hair sprinkled across his pectoral muscles looked so very sexy, the small dark pink masculine nipples hard, pointing out, the right one pierced with the gleaming gold ring she loved to worry with her teeth as their bodies entangled when making glorious love. A big smile broke across Angie's face, her green eyes glittering with a deep pleasure, as Sasha took the belt and holding it, one end in front, the other behind him, rubbed the length up and down on his crotch, between his thighs, his groin thrust forward, the bulge in his jeans enjoying the friction the taut leather was giving him. "Hmmnnn....I'm gonna ram this big boy right into your wet tight cunt." He growled as he rocked his hips, the belt between his thighs, his arms holding it tight. "Come on Sasha, more. Take off your jeans. Show big boy to me, prove it." She egged him on. Tossing the belt towards her, where she caught it deftly in her right hand, to join his blue shirt, he then kicked off the white trainers and they too joined the pile of his growing clothes gathered in her arms. "Are you ready for this?" "Yes." "I said are you ready for this?" Laughing Angie shouted, "YESSSSSSS." Undoing the metal button and slowly running the tab down on the zip he turned around, and pushing down on the waistband of both his jeans and boxer shorts, moved the blue material down his thighs, revealing his naked butt, the two tight globes of his arse topping long legs, thighs and shins sprinkled with hair. Bending down, his arse pointing straight towards the fascinated woman standing behind him, fully dressed and holding his attire, he removed his socks at the same time as stepping out of the legs of his jeans. Turning around to face Angie he trilled, "Tra La." a big grin on his face, as he stood totally naked, the only things left on his nude body, the nipple ring and the elephant hair bracelet on his wrist. Tossing the remainder of his clothes to her he ordered, "Your turn Angie let me see those great tits you're hiding under that tight top. I've done it, now you do it." "Sit down there on the grass." She said pointing a little way away, "and I'll give you a great show." Walking back towards where the hill started to descend, he sat, long legs spread out before him, muscled arms leaning back, waiting for her performance. "I can't wait, this is going to be soooo good, I promise you." Winking at her, as she stooped down with her free hand towards her bag that sat at her feet, he growled, "I'm ready and waiting." Angie stood up, the pile of his clothes clutched in her arms, the bag hanging from her elbow, and looked across at the man sitting slouched on the grass, totally naked, his cock standing up to attention as it nestled in the dark thatch of pubic hair, long torso leaned back, relaxed, the summer moon now rising high in the sky glinting off his golden skin. Suddenly she turned and ran towards the car parked at the side of the road fifteen feet away, and taking the keys in her hand pressed the door release button as she heard him shout. "Hey, what are you doing, come back here!" Opening the door and jumping into the driver's seat she quickly locked the doors, throwing the pile of clothes onto the seat beside her, just as Sasha reached the door and banged on it, shouting, "Angie, open the fucking door. Babe, open the fucking door. What are you doing? Come on open the door." Sliding down the window slightly Angie looked up, a hard look on her face, at the shocked expression on her boyfriends face. "Thought you could screw my best friend did you? Enjoyed fucking her did you Sasha? Maybe you should have told her to keep quiet about it, 'cause she told everyone in the pub yesterday, and by last night it had got back to me." "Babe, I can explain......" "Yeah, well explain it to any motorists that stop for you on your long walk down to the pub at the bottom of the hill just why you're walking around naked by yourself on a dark night on the top of Box Hill. Your clothes if you want them will be in the bins in front of the 'Screaming Duck pub' and by the time you get home I will have packed my things and left. Bye." Rolling up the window, she started the car and drove off leaving the naked man standing there, cloaked only in the descending night, his dignity and a now limp cock on view. Revenge is best served up cold, especially if the recipient has no clothes on to keep them warm!