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Retribution

By: Preachrman



Author's note: Thanks to Lady Cibelle for editing this story.

"Where are you, you little bitch?" I yelled out as I entered the apartment. I heard movement in the living room so I headed that way.

"What's the matter?" Amber asked as I come into the living room.

"You know what."

"I have no idea what you are talking about." She said as she stood up from the couch. I shoved her back down.

"I heard from a few of our friends that you have been cheating on me." I said. Her face went pale. "So it is true then?"

"Yes." She replied softly.

"Why? Am I not satisfying you? Is there something I am not doing that you want me to?"

"I don't know." She almost whispered. I stepped in front of her and grabbed a handful of hair.

"You know what I am going to do?" She shook her head as much as she could, with me holding her hair. "I am going to treat you like the slut that you are." I let go of her hair and pushed her head back at the same time. I then unzipped my pants and pulled out my erect seven-inch cock.

"Suck it, you bitch." She shook her head. I grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her close to me. "Listen, if you don't do as you are told, I will fucking hurt you. Understand?" She nodded. I let go and she opened her mouth. As soon as her mouth was open wide enough I grabbed her again and crammed my cock in until she started gagging.

"If you throw up, you will be very sorry." I said. I let her pull my dick out a little bit, but kept my hand of the back of her head as she sucked it.

"You call that a blowjob? You've sucked cock better than that. Now do it." I said. She started sucking as if she was enjoying it and every so often I would make her gag.

I knew that if I let her go much longer that I would cum. The thought had crossed my mind of my cumming in her mouth and not warning her, but decided that I wanted to prolong the experience. I pulled my dick out of her mouth and forced her to look up at me. "Do you want me to cum in your mouth? Remember that there is a right answer and a wrong one." She looked at me for a moment,

"Yes, I want you to cum in my mouth." She said gently.

"Right answer, but I don't think that you deserve that. You are a little slut after all." I pulled her to a standing position and ripped open the blouse that she was wearing, buttons flying in all directions. She flinched at this, but I ignored it as I stared at her 36 C naked breasts.

"I see that my little slut isn't wearing a bra." I said and then sat down on the coffee table and pulled her closer to me. I roughly grabbed one of her tits and I put the other one in my mouth and sucked and bit the other's nipple. I bit hard enough to leave an imprint of my teeth and heard her stifle a scream of pain. I smiled at that, she was learning.

I put my hand up her skirt and was a little surprised to find that she was wearing panties. I grabbed them and ripped them off.

"I don't want my little slut, Amber wearing underwear." I said as I pushed her back onto the couch and pulled off her skirt. I knelt in front of her and pulled her closer to me. My cock was still hanging out through my pants. I decided not to take my pants off. I stuck two fingers into her cunt and found that she was dry. She flinched at the pain, but didn't cry out. I fingered her roughly until I thought that she was wet enough, and then I plunged my cock into her. I fucked her pussy as hard as I could as she bit her lip to suppress screams and moans.

I watched her face as it went from a look of being scare to a look of pleasure. I pulled out and stood up in front of her. It took her a moment to realize what I wanted. She grabbed my cock and started sucking on it again, tasting her juices. This time I didn't let her suck for long. I pulled her up and bent her over the back of the couch. From behind I had a great view of her shaved pussy and her tight little ass.

I slapped her ass and this time she did cry out.

"Who told you, that you could say anything?" I asked. "For that I am going to slap your ass some more and you are going to tell me that you like it and want me to keep it up." I slapped again, this time on the other cheek. "Understand?"

"Yes." She said. "Please slap my ass again." I did, this time harder. Before she could ask again, I slapped both cheeks. 

"Oh, I love it, more." She said. I kept spanking her ass until both cheeks were bright red and she was trying not to cry. I moved on to her cunt lips. I gave them a little spank and then a little rub. I alternate between the two until she has cum several times and her lips are swollen.

Her ass is what I want next. I pump my cock into her pussy a couple of times to get it wet and then I set it at the entrance to her ass and start pushing. Her ass was tight, so I spit on her hole for a little more lubrication. I could hear her groaning into a pillow as I pushed my way in. Once the head of my cock is in, I stop for a few moments before I pump shallow strokes to loosen her up. I can feel my cock slowly getting deeper in her ass. 

I remember that I am supposed to be punishing her, not make her feel good. With that thought I shove hard, pushing my cock more than halfway into her ass. She screams into the pillow and I smile at her pain. I take my time pumping and pushing until my balls are touching her cunt. Once I am there, I grab her hips and start pumping; it only takes a short while for her ass to loosen up and for her to start moaning.

"This is my ass, don't you forget it." I said.

"That is your ass." She replied without prompting. I reach between her legs and begin rubbing her pussy while trying to keep pace.

"Does the little slut like her ass being fucked?" I ask.

"Yes." She moans. I give a couple of deep thrusts and she lets out a little scream of pain. Soon I could feel that I was going to cum. I pulled out of her ass, turned her around and grabbed her head.

"Make me cum." I said. She grabbed my dick and stroked it as she licked the head. "Don't move." I said and with that I blew my load all over her face. Once I was done cumming, she licked my cock clean and swallowed every drop. 

I pushed her back on the couch and looked down on her. She looked sheepishly up at me with cum on her face.

"Get yourself cleaned up." I said with contempt as I tossed her ripped blouse and walked out of the room.

Retribution



Cats' paws wake me up, walking down my leg to go out for morning fun… I tut and wonder why they can't be more civilised and walk on the floor. I turn my head to look at you - god you're so cute . Your hair is flopped over your face and I reach out to move the stray bits. Of course they flop right back again but you don't stir. You're almost smiling & I wonder what you're dreaming of. 

As I think about snuggling up to you and going back to dreamland, a shiny glint catches my eye in the morning sun… the handcuffs you used last night on me, they're over the top of the bed. I remember last night, how you teased me.. hell it was beyond tease.. you wound me up and denied me orgasm.. you tortured me .. yes you were mean. Ideas pop into my usually well behaved mind, wicked ideas … would I dare?  hmmmmm .. 

I slowly lean up on my elbows and try to reach over you to the cuffs. Very quietly I take them and hold perfectly still as you stir and turn onto your back! How perfect is that, you're almost begging me to be bad. I take your arm and slowly bring it up over your head ..i gently and quietly close the cuff around your wrist. You don't stir so I take the other one and do the same, the cuffs looped over the bed pole. I smile .. I giggle.. and climb out of bed.. I slowly slide the sheet down off your body. 

I really have to remind myself that this is about retribution, the urge to just crawl onto you and wake you up by fucking you, is so hard to resist. But resist I do, I turn tail and open the bathroom door .. the shower is right opposite our bed, if the bathroom door is open, you cannot miss someone taking a shower. It's noisy as I turn it on and you start to stir. I wrap a towel round me and stand at the door pinning my hair up as I watch your body try to tell you there's a problem with your arms. 

You wake and pull on the chain. 'lena, let me go.' I giggle and wander over to you and run my hand from your toes to your nose, pausing to draw some pictures with my nails at intervals up your body. 'lena, think very carefully about this' you whisper to me as I lean over you and pull a pillow from my side. I push it down behind you as I kiss you, long & hard, teasing my tongue into your mouth. I pull away from you and walk back to the bathroom, my hands not leaving your skin until I have to. The shower is running warm now & there's a bit of steam in the air. 

I lean against the door frame, smile at you wickedly & slowly open the towel. Before you can see too much of me though, I turn tail & head for the shower. I drop the towel and step in leaving the shower door open so that your view is not impeded. I keep my back to you and just stand straight letting the water cascade onto & down my body. I hear the chains rattle & know that you want to be free. I smile to myself and raise my arms to head level against the tiles. I lean my head on my arms and revel in the sensation of the warm water trailing down my back, over my ass and on down my legs .. I enjoy the little stings as the some of the jets hit my skin & I imagine you watching me. 

I lean forward a little & jump as my nipples touch the cold tiles. I force myself forward & sigh as I rub my nipples, then my tits against the cold cold wall. My nipples hardened already, begin to hurt. I reach for the body wash and squirt a stream of it over my shoulder and down my back. I stand there and feel it slowly ease down my back, down between the cheeks of my ass. I grab the back brush & tease that up and down my back slowly. I step back towards you and let the water run down the front of my body, spreading my legs a little now. I raise my arms and squeeze more gel down my them, rubbing it in slowly.. enjoying the feel of my skin. 

Eventually, I cant resist the urge to look at you any longer & I turn round. You look so good & I want you so bad, more so as I can't help but notice your cock, hard, rock hard. I avoid looking at your face, I don't want to care whether you're angry or not yet. I lean my shoulders back on the tiles and dribble shower gel down over my tits, I let it fall on me, all over me and use my hands to rub it over myself. I cover myself in white foam, sliding my hands all over me from my neck to my thighs. I let the water wash it off me as I spread my legs, push my hips forward towards you & slide my fingers into my pussy. I throw my head back & moan as pleasure overwhelms me, my clit twitching against my wet slippery fingers. I push my fingers deep inside me & fuck myself slowly while my other hand pulls & twists my nipples.

I'm going to cum, I know I am, I want to cum..i want you to watch me cum .. I look at you and smile, ' can't stop me now sweetheart' I smirk and mash my fingers into my clit, crushing it, pulling it, flicking it and rubbing it until my body tenses, pauses and explodes into an orgasm that would scare a tornado. I thrash under the water, oblivious to everything except my own body … moaning in raw, sheer pleasure and loving every second of it. 

Eventually, when I'm clean & back on the planet, I step out of the shower and walk towards you, body glistening wet & dripping water everywhere. I lean over you, tits over your face and undo one cuff without looking you in the eye. I hand you the key and scarper before you get the other one off. 



Retribution



The man's eyes opened slowly as his senses came back to him. His head was reeling and he could feel a deep seated ache in his back. He could faintly smell a heavy stinging scent of chemicals in his nose, and his sinuses ached sorely. He shook his head weakly and then started to reach up and wipe his eyes when he realized he couldn't move his hands. He tugged upward but could not move them. That's when the man realized that his hands were tied behind him. He tried to pull his hands outward behind him but they would not move. His hands were tied together and tethered tightly to the back of the chair. His eyes opened wide and he looked around, afraid. It was fair to say that it was the first time he had been afraid in years, and he had good reason to be. He tried to stand up, only to find his feet were bound as well. He was seated in a tall chair with his hands and feet bound with cord. The man arched forward and craned his neck down to get a better look at his feet. 

His feet were each tied to a leg of the chair, three tidy loops of cord terminating in a tight knot. He whimpered when he saw this. Whoever had him knew what they were doing. If his feet were tied together he could swing them under the chair and up end it or hop upright and stand. He could then smash the chair against a wall and hope to break it and free his hands. The way he was tied, the best he could do was to tip the chair over and try to crawl away. With the chair hampering him, he knew it would take him forever to crawl even a few inches. 

The man was in a small room lit by a single overhead bulb. The light painted a small circle on the floor, with him in the center. It reminded him of an interrogation room in one of those black and white crime dramas his father loved to watch on their tiny console television back in the late sixties. He could only see inches in either direction, the small room obscured by darkness outside of the small circle of light he sat in. As he sat there gathering his senses the nature of his situation came to him. Someone had hit him from behind, likely with a stun gun. That would explain the deep ache in his back. It was isolated to a small area in the center of his back between the shoulder blades, the pain radiating outward. Whoever hit him with the stun gun had knocked him out with chloroform once he was disabled. 'Irony is a bitch' he thought to himself. Whoever had him, they had taken him in almost the same manner as he had taken his last victim. The reality of his situation came to him in a flash, like an unexpected slap to the face. Whoever had him knew. They knew, and he had a very good idea of what was about to happen to him. 

Out of the darkness came a man's voice. 

"So I understand you used to be a biology teacher." The detached voice said, speaking slowly and deliberately. 

The man in the chair strained to see where the voice came from, but the gloom consumed everything in the room.

"Hey man, look…" Said the man tied to the chair, desperately. "I know what you think man, but you've got the wrong person!"

A thin scraping sound floated through the air, a metallic sliding followed by a sharp 'shink' noise. The man tied to the chair recognized it instantly. It was the sound of a blade being rubbed along a sharpening steel. 

"You talk too much and I'll skip the banter and get right to work, my man." The hidden voice said. "Now do I have your attention?" 

With a resigned sigh the man in the chair nodded his head. 

"So as I was saying, you used to be a biology teacher, then you gave it up to teach phys ed, right?" 

The man nodded his head again. 

"Well now, I'm not too keen on biology now, although I used to love the study when I was a kid. I was lucky, though. I had a good teacher. He was one of those people who loved to teach, and he had this way of sharing his love for science with the class. A real sharp tack, he was. McQueen was his name, I think. I'm certain the science has advanced greatly since I was in school, but I like to think I still have a grasp of the very basics." 

The man in the chair sat there with a baffled look on his face.

"Oh, sorry. I ramble a bit sometimes." The man's voice said. "So, anyway. I don't know how closely biology and chemistry are related, but I imagine that the two of them rub shoulders from time to time." 

Another nod from the man in the chair. He was going to do anything he could to humor this person. He was fully awake now, and he was running every possible escape scenario through his head. If only he could get his captor to come into the light, he could start to formulate a plan. The person had a knife and a steel, and he was good with a knife. If he could somehow get his hands free, maybe convince to free him so he could do whatever ill deed he had in mind, he could make at least an attempt. If he got the chance. The knots on his feet worried him, though. Thin, strong rope tied in a tight knot with perfect even loops. No room to loosen the knot, no way to wiggle out. This person knew what they were doing alright, but he had to at least try to save his ass. After all, they knew. 

"I did a little research before I came to pay you a visit." The voice said. The accent was unmistakable, very Southern. "I understand that a young lady named Amelia Karen was found in a landfill about ten miles from your house. Some sick asshole had tagged her with a stun gun then covered her mouth and nose in a rag soaked with chloroform. Next thing you know she was dead lying in a heap of garbage on the edge of town. The forensics people said she was raped. And tortured." The voice said with a definite tone of finality to it. "

The man in the chair hung his head, silent. He was hoping that his captor would take it as a look of resignation and come closer. Once the person came closer, he had a chance. A small one, but a chance still. 

"So, anyways, as I was saying, I did some research. I'll be damned if you can't find just about anything on the internet. When I found out you were a biology teacher I did a little looking around on the web, and ended up learning some very keen stuff, my man." The voice quipped. To listen to the voice speak, you would think that they were two old buddies who were having a friendly conversation. 

"So back to my biology teacher. He was one of those great teachers who made it a policy to get to know his class and share whatever he knew with them. He had genuine concern for his students. He cared, is what I am saying." The voice rambled on. "He also liked chemistry, and thanks to him I knew that you should never mix household chemicals, for fear of creating some deadly shit. Like bleach and ammonia, for instance. I knew that if you mixed the two that it would make you sick, but I had no idea that the shit would kill you."

The man in the chair nodded again. He was growing more afraid by the moment. Out of the darkness a pair of gloved hands materialized, both holding a tall plastic pitcher, each one half full of liquid. Both pitchers were sat at his feet. Suddenly his heart was racing, he knew he had to do something, and fast. He could smell an acrid odor. 

"Look..." He stammered, and then a hand shot from the dark and clapped him hard across the face. 

"No talking." The voice said calmly, and then continued. "While I was tooling around on the internet I learned why bleach and ammonia can be deadly. When you mix the two it frees up the chlorine gas from the bleach. When the chlorine gas is liberated from the bleach the two combined chemicals create a nasty cloud of gas called hydrazine. It will kill you, and in short time. First you get these spots before your eyes, and from there it gets bad. Really bad if you don't get some fresh air. Hydrazine is some wicked shit, my man." 

For the first time since he was ten years old, the man in the chair started crying. He watched in horror as the hands reappeared, picking up one pitcher gingerly and carefully pouring the contents into the second pitcher. 

"Amelia Karen was a straight A student. She was one of your students, as a matter of fact. That's why you chose her, befriended her, and then did what you did." 

An envelope landed in his lap. 

"This room is awful small, and no ventilation to boot. You might try and knock the pitcher over, but that's only going to make the fumes spread faster. There's a small part of me that wants to leave you a pocket knife or maybe a razor blade, so you can At least try and escape." 

The man in the chair whimpered aloud. The hidden voice knew what the whimper meant. 'Please' it said to him. 

"But." The voice said flatly. "Amelia Karen was never given a chance to escape. Not one. Whoever finds you is going to give that envelope to the police and then you are going to hit the news big time. When that happens, any pity that someone might have had for your sad ass is going to be gone. Just like she is." 

A gloved hand reached overhead and then the room went black. 



Retribution



["Retribution: deserved punishment for evil done." That's what this story is about. Opinions may vary about if the punishment fit the crime. Your comments and votes are encouraged.]

It didn't make the newspapers. It wasn't the subject of Oprah's show, or Maury's. But, in case you didn't notice it either, my world started to blow up on the tenth of February last year.

On that date, a Saturday, I picked up the mail and took it home. We live in a rural community where all mail is picked up at the post office. When I got home I sat at my desk and opened the bills, wrote checks and balanced our check book. Usually, Julia, my wife, does this chore. She says it makes her feel rich. She was at her sister's for their monthly three day visit and I decided to take care of that chore for us.

The Visa bill seemed a bit high so I scanned the charges to see what we had bought that I forgot about. The only charge that seemed strange was for a hotel room in the city where her sister lives. Her sister and husband live in a big four bedroom house. They have no kids. One of the bedrooms is set up as a guest room. It just didn't make sense.

I looked back through the bills and saw that every other month for a year the room charge had been on the bill. I called the hotel. I said I noticed the charge on my bill and needed to verify some information from their records. They told me their records showed me in room 1228, just like always. Checking in late, 8:45pm and checking out automatically the next afternoon. I thanked them and hung up.

Why would she stay in a hotel? Why would she register under my name? Why would she not mention that she was spending nearly two hundred dollars to stay in a hotel? Why a nice hotel when a cheaper place would still give her a bed, if she was spending most of her time with her sister?

I took myself to dinner at our neighborhood sports bar and grill. I know there was a game on the big screen but I couldn't tell you who was playing or who won. I left at nine and called Maureen's house. Maureen is Julia's sister. When she answered I asked to speak to Julia. Maureen said she was in the bathroom and would call me back in a few minutes.

Ten minutes later my phone rang. The caller ID said it was Julia's cell phone. I answered. 

"Hi Honey. Sorry I was in the bathroom when you called. How are things?"

"Pretty good. I just wanted to call and see how things are with you and Maureen."

"Things are great. We're going shopping tomorrow."

"Well, don't spend us into the poorhouse. Really, I just wanted to hear your voice. I miss you."

"Oh, you're sweet. I miss you too."

"Sleep well. I'll see you on Sunday night."

"You too. Good-night, I-love-you."

"Right back atcha."

The call didn't feel right. On Sunday night she came home and was warm and friendly. She bought some new clothes shopping with her sister and some of those were clothes she said she bought for me. She knows I think teal looks good against her skin. She showed me a new teal teddi she bought. I loved it. It was lacy and hugged her body well. Julia had been blessed, like her sister, with a great body that still looked like it would fit into the cheerleading uniform she wore in high school. Neither woman had any children and none of the weight problems having children often brings. Julia had kept herself in a size six dress since high school.

In the teal teddi she inspired my cock to stand up and salute. She pampered me all evening and by nine we were in bed. She asked as we were kissing and exploring each other if we could do a sixty-nine. I asked if she wanted to start on the top or bottom. She wanted to start on top and end up on the bottom.

I put myself on my back and she climbed on. She kept the teddi on and allowed me to unsnap the crotch snaps. She had shaved that day and was as smooth down there as a baby's butt. I licked and probed her, noticed a little difference to her taste and she asked if I liked the taste of what she had put inside her to make her taste better for me. I told her I preferred her natural taste.

She sucked me like there was never going to be another night. She got my attention and held it, in her mouth. She was able to get most of my cock in her mouth and kept working me even when she occasionally bumped her gag reflex. I lapped her pussy and used my fingers to open her lips for deeper penetration. Her hips moved and fucked my face for a while.

With little effort I rolled us over and began fucking into her mouth from above. I knew I wouldn't last long. My efforts at pushing her to an orgasm were rewarded when I felt her muscles quiver, her flow increased and she moaned loudly with my cock in her mouth.

Her hands held my hips and tried to stop me when I pulled up and out of her mouth. "Pete, I want it in my mouth!"

I pushed back in and she said, "Ank ooo." I made that mean she really said Thank you. Must be tough talking with a hard cock in your mouth.

It wasn't long before her suction and tongue got the reward she wanted. I unloaded into her mouth. She drank it all and made appreciative noises. We moved into our normal snuggle-together-and-fall-asleep positions. Julia kept the teddi on.

"Honey, take off the teddi. I want to snuggle skin." She sat up and I helped her get the teddi off. As she lay back I noticed a small round bruise on her breast. It was maybe the size of a quarter, about half way between her areola and her arm pit.

"Whoa! What happened?"

"It's nothing, really. I walked into a fixture in a store. My own fault, really. I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Want Daddy to kiss it better?" I asked. It was just an excuse to spend some time kissing the breasts I loved. She always said yes when I asked to play with her breasts.

"No, it doesn't hurt. Let's just go to sleep." She turned on her side and shut off the bedside lamp. I was shocked. That was the first turn down for breast play since we had been married. Nine years of yes. I fell asleep wondering what the hell was going on.

As it happened, my boss was asked to send a technician to the city where Maureen and her husband Mike lived, Salinas. I was picked to go. I told Julia I needed to go out of town for three days. My boss was sending me for one. He was sending me to Salinas. I told Julia I was going to Fresno. She knew I would be out in the fields and so contact was best by cell phone.

When I arrived in Salinas I checked in with work, got things set up for the next morning and checked into a hotel. I picked a different one from the one Julia had been using. From my company cell I called Mike at his work.

"Mike, this is Pete. How are you?"

"I'm Ok. What's up? I don't recall you ever calling me at work before."

"I'm setting up a surprise party for Julia and I want to surprise Maureen too. Can we meet and talk about it? I'm passing through Salinas this afternoon and thought this would be a good time, if you can break free."

"You're here?"

"Yup. Name a place and I'll buy you a beer."

He gave me the name and address of a place. A sports bar. Half an hour later he walked in. I had a booth as far from the big screen TV as I could get. Two glasses and a pitcher of beer already on the table.

"Good to see you, Mike."

"Good to see you, too." We talked about how great our wives were and how they would be so surprised to get a party. The date I picked wasn't near either birthday or anniversary. I needed names and addresses of their friends so they could be invited. I asked him to email them to where I worked. I asked him how the last visit had gone.

"They went to a spa for the day on Saturday, and Sunday morning we went out for breakfast. They had a great time. I pretty much give them space when Julia is here."

"Do I let Julia visit too often?"

"No. Once every other month is fine. She's a good lady and we have fun laughing and stuff when she's here."

"Good. I wouldn't want her here so much it was a burden."

"Not at all." Our conversation then wandered to sports, politics and our mutual mother. We spent ninety minutes or so together and I left. The next day I handled the client's problems and was done before noon. By five-thirty I was nearly home. I called home and Julia picked up on the third ring. I told her I would be home by the time she got home from work the next day. She sounded happy that I would be home that soon. Our call ended and I drove to within a block of our home.

At six-thirty she came out and got in her car. She was wearing a short black dress, black hose and heels. Not her normal dress. Around me she was a jeans and western shirt woman most of the time. She carried a small bag, like a gym bag. It went in the trunk. I followed her to a quiet restaurant in the next town. She parked behind the restaurant and entered through the back door.

I drove around and found a place to park where I could see into the restaurant through the big front windows. She was seated at a small table for two with a man about my age, coloring and build. I didn't know him.

They talked through the meal, held hands on top of the table and he paid the bill. Then they walked out the front door together, her holding on his arm, and got in a silver Lexus. It drove two blocks to the Holiday Inn and pulled in. I watched them walk in from the valet parking. His hand was resting possessively on her ass as they walked.

I wanted to rush them, kill him and drag her home by her hair! I wanted to rip his dick off and slowly kill her. I felt my blood pressure rise, my ability for rational thought decrease and my desire for violence increase to the point I hit the steering wheel hard enough I started worrying I might have broken my hand. I watched the valet park his car. I got the license number and wrote it down.

Julia spent the night in the Holiday Inn. I wasn't far away in a Motel 6. I got up, dressed, through a drive through and ate breakfast where I could watch his Lexus. At seven-forty they came out, dressed as they had been when they went in. They got in the Lexus and drove back to the restaurant. She kissed him, exited the car and opened hers. The trunk popped open as he drove away. I was hidden from her sight and I was able to watch as she stood behind her car and took off the shoes, hose and dress. She was not wearing a bra. She put on a western shirt, removed her panties and pulled on some jeans. She sat on the bumper and pulled on socks and western boots. She walked the panties to the restaurant dumpster and tossed them in. Back to her car she closed the trunk, got in and drove away. She went home. At ten she came back out in jeans and a different western shirt. Jeans look like jeans so I couldn't tell if she had changed them too. I followed her and she went into the Planned Parenthood building.

An hour later she came out and was crying. She got in her car and cried for quite a while. It made sense to me that she had just found out she was pregnant. I had a vasectomy when I was eighteen. I carry some nasty genetic possibilities and at eighteen took medical advice and got fixed. Before we got married I told Julia I couldn't father children. I also had tests to be sure. We had never used condoms, foam or any birth control. Now she was caught.

She drove home and went inside. I drove to work, turned in my paperwork and then went home. Julia was sitting at the table, looking like she had been crying.

When I asked what was wrong she said she just didn't feel well. I sent her to bed, told her to drink lots of water and even tucked her in like a good husband should.

Two hours on the computer and I had a plan. First, I need proof. I drove to the nearest druggist and bought two pregnancy tests. Second I needed to know who the man was. I found a way to get the registration information on the Lexus. He was Paul Domme, and I had his address and noted that on the registration it said the car was registered to Paul and Margret Domme.

As Julia slept I thought and planned. Was Paul the same man she met in Salinas? How would I find out?

I would need to wait until her next trip to her sister's. She would probably use that trip to cover getting an abortion. I thought perhaps she would move the trip up a couple weeks. If she did I would be ready. I picked up the phone to make a call and heard Julia talking.

"I need to see him one more time. Get an appointment at the clinic for Saturday and I'll stay with him Friday night."

"God, Julia haven't you got yourself in a mess. What if Pete finds out your pregnant?"

"By Saturday night I won't be. After that what he doesn't know won't hurt anyone."

"Ok. I'll make the appointment. Will you call Carl or am I doing that too?"

"You call him. I don't want the call on my bill."

"Friday night, room 1228. Eight thirty. I hope you know what you're doing."

I hung up too. There were at least two men. Carl and Paul. Why? What difference would the answer make?

When I heard her get up and use the bathroom I went in, "to check on her." I told her I would sleep in our guest room so I wouldn't get sick and she could really rest. She nodded and climbed into bed.

My plans were made. Finalizing them took most of the night and a few hours of the next day. I slept pretty well, considering. The nagging question of "Why?" kept intruding into my thoughts and when I did sleep I woke dreaming about some other cock sliding into her pussy. I woke up angry. 

We both went to work in the morning and she called me at lunch time. 

"My sister called and there is a baby shower we can go to this weekend. Is it Ok with you that I go?"

"Sure. Our agreement is one weekend a month. If you want to do two close together it just means I'll have you home longer before the next trip. You sure you feel up to the drive?"

"I'm feeling better today. By Friday I'll be great."

"Ok. See you at home."

On Friday morning I kissed her good-bye and went to work. I told my boss I didn't feel good and by noon I was out of there. By six I was in Salinas, and watched as Maureen dropped Julia off at the corner. Julia was in a sexy blue dress and heels. A man was waiting in front of the hotel for her. He took her in his arms and kissed her, turned, put his hand on her ass and walked her inside. 

I slept in my car, well, sort of. At six forty the next morning he walked out, got his Buick from valet parking and left. I got his license number. A few minutes later Julia walked out and headed for the corner where Maureen had let her out. Maureen picked her up and drove directly to Planned Parenthood. They went in. When they came out my car was parked next to Maureen's car. On the far side from the exit so they would get all the way to me before they saw me or my car. Maureen was walking beside Julia supporting her. 

I got out and stood right in front of them, blocking the way to Maureen's car.

"Oh Shit," Maureen said when she saw me. Julia looked up and burst into tears. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She repeated over and over. I got them into the back seat of my car. Maureen didn't want to go but after I slapped her once she got in.

We left Maureen's car in the Planned Parenthood lot.

I headed south. After an hour Maureen asked, "Where are we going?"

"Give me your purses."

Maureen gave them to me. I opened them and took out their cell phones. I opened them and removed the batteries. I tossed the batteries out the window as I drove. A couple miles later I tossed one phone. Twenty miles later I tossed the other phone.

"Pete, where are we going?"

"You are going home, both of you."

"My home is in Salinas! We're going south from Salinas."

I passed a bottle of water to them. "Drink. You need water."

They drank some of the water. A few miles later I gave them a sandwich I bought at Subways. They ate it. Julia was coming back from the anesthetic. She said, "I'm sorry." Her voice wasn't very strong.

"Not that your answer will change the outcome but I would like to know, Why, Julia? Why?"

"I was bored. I don't love him. I wanted some excitement in my life. I love you."

"Which him? Paul, you don't love? Or is it Carl? Perhaps Mike?"

Maureen turned to her sister and said, "Did you fuck Mike, too?"

"No! I would never do that!"

"But fucking Carl and Paul was Ok?" I asked. The answer took he a long time.

"No. Being with them was exciting and made me feel alive. I didn't intend for you to ever find out. You are the rock. Steady, strong and reliable. I count on you. I love being married to you. You're safe and strong. They made me feel different." She cried as she spoke.

"You like feeling like a slut? A whore? You aren't even a smart whore, you paid for your own room!" It was quiet in the car for a while.

"Why am I here Pete?" Maureen asked.

"I think the legal term is accomplice. You helped her fuck other men. Under Pete's law you might just as well helped him shove his dick into her. You are as guilty as she is, so you get the same retribution."

"I need to pee." Maureen said. We were still north of Los Angeles so I took one of the country roads away from I-5. When we were half a mile away from the freeway I said, "Hike your ass up and shove it out the window. I'm not stopping."

"Pete, I need to pee too and I can't stick my ass out the window."

I hit the driver's control that locks the doors, pulled over and got out. From the trunk I got four pieces of rope. They were intended for later but now would be a good start for their use. I hit the button to unlock the car doors and opened the one near Maureen. I looped the rope around her neck then handed her one of the other ropes.

"Tie it so her hands are under her legs and she cannot get loose." She did. 

"Tie the end of this one around her neck. Not tight but too tight for her get it off." She did as I asked. I helped Maureen out of the car and slammed the car door with the rope from Julia's neck trapped in the door. I hit the button and locked the door. I walked Maureen to the edge of the road and said, "Do it!"

"Just pull up my skirt in front of you and pee?"

"Do it!" She glared at me and pulled her skirt up. She pulled her white panties down to her knees and squatted. Glaring at me she let her stream go. When it stopped she stood and straightened her clothes. I led her back to the car.

"If you do anything stupid, like trying to run, I won't chase you. I will kill your sister and then I will chase you. I'll bring you back to the car and you can continue riding with the body of your sister. Do you understand me?"

"Yes. You wouldn't kill her. You still love her."

"Willing to bet your life and hers on that?"

I opened the door and untied Julia's hands and let Maureen help her out of the car. Maureen helped her to the side of the road and helped her pee without falling over. They made their way back to the car and got in. I retrieved the four ropes and they went back in the trunk.

When I closed the doors and started the car Julia asked, "Are we really going home?"

"You didn't listen, slut. I said the two of you were going home. I didn't say I was going home. I can tell you this, when you wake up tomorrow you will be in your new home. You won't like it."

I was, in fact, driving to Oxnard, a city with a good sized commercial harbor. I planned to arrive at about dusk. Along the way I stopped, no, paused at a drive through and bought the three of us some food. I bought two drinks. They could share one drink. When I inserted a straw in their drink I inserted three pills in the drink. Three pills that would put both of them to sleep in about an hour. I got them to eat half their food before I gave them the drink. I watched and they both drank. By the time we had gone another half an hour down the road the drink was empty.

In Ventura they were leaning against each other and asleep. I reached back and shook them and neither woke up. I smiled.




Retribution



I drove to the docks of Oxnard and found the fishing boat I was looking for. The two men on the boat came and helped the two semi-sleeping women aboard and below decks. Once below we put each in her own bunk. The men left me for a few minutes. I undressed them both. I'd wondered for years what Maureen looked like naked and I found out. Of the two sisters she looked best naked. Great tits. I saw no reason to resist so I sucked hard enough on her tit to leave a nice bruise. It looked a lot like the bruise Julia had told me she got shopping. I tied her to the bunk. She had lots of body freedom but couldn't get off the bunk. A rope tied to a metal loop near the floor at the head of her bunk, went up to her neck, twice around and back to another ring near the deck. Her arms and legs were free but unable to reach the knots holding her to the bunk. I tied Julia the same way. It took some work but I took the rings and other jewelry off both women. I went up on deck and let the men go down and inspect my work and the two women.

When they came back up one man was buttoning his jeans. I assumed that Maureen had been fucked. Julia still had a pad on, collecting discharge from her abortion. The men thanked me and paid me. Four thousand dollars for two nice looking whores for their brothel in Central America. I went down for one last look and to collect their clothes.

Both women were waking up. I gathered their clothes into a bundle and waited. Julia woke first. She spoke first.

"Where are we?"

"You are in transport to your new home. I found out I was wrong in what I told you. I said you would be there in the morning when you woke up. It will be closer to four days from now. Your new home is a brothel in another country. They paid good money for the two of you so I'm sure you will be treated well until they have made a profit by letting men fuck you both. You thought you could fuck other men, even get pregnant and abort a baby without me knowing. You thought there was no big price to pay for breaking your word to me. Maureen must have believed that too. Now you can explain to her what being such a good sister has cost her."

"No! Pete you can't be serious! It's too much! I'd rather die."

"Maybe not today, but soon I'll bet that will be true." I turned and climbed to the upper deck and left. I stopped on my way out of Oxnard and stuffed the women's clothes in a Goodwill collection box.

I got a call from Mike that night. He hadn't seen either woman since he saw Maureen at breakfast. I asked why he hadn't seen Julia at breakfast. He hesitated and said Julia hadn't slept there the night before.

"Do you know where she slept?"

"No. Maureen knows, she dropped her off wherever it was."

"So Julia's car is at your house?"

"Yes, and Maureen's isn't."

"Maybe you should call the police. They could look for them and Maureen's car. And Mike, keep me posted. Now I'm worried. What the hell could they be doing?"

"I'll give you a call when I know something."

"Thanks. Call me on my cell."

The police found Maureen's car four days later, parked right where Maureen left it in the Planned Parenthood lot. Inside a piece of paper in Maureen's handwriting showed that Julia had an appointment for an abortion. No one remembered seeing them leave the clinic but they did have a record of a Julia having an abortion. She paid for it with cash.

Mike and I talked pretty often for the first month. I flew up to Salinas and drove her car home. For six months I drove hers for a week and mine for a week creating the illusion that I was taking care of it for her until she was found. They were not found. At the end of six months I was sent to Chicago on business. I took a small package with me. I was in Chicago for two days business and stayed over the weekend. I borrowed a company car and drove to Wisconsin to mail the package. In the package were the four rings last worn by Maureen and Julia. The box, the paper within and the address label had never been touched by me with skin. 

Four days later I got a call from Mike. He told me he got a package from Madison Wisconsin that held the rings from both Maureen and Julia. He broke down and said he knew Julia was visiting them so that she could have an affair. The women had kept the who from him but he knew Julia was cheating on me. When he got the rings he realized that Maureen must have been cheating too.

A month later the police contacted both of us and told us they were closing the case. There was no evidence that they had been abducted. There was clear evidence that Julia was having at least two affairs and that Maureen was helping her. They had taken the rings as evidence and they were returned to Mike and me. I sold Julia's car. All her clothes and things went to Goodwill.

Mike is dating a woman who has two kids. He and I talk once in a while and he's thinking about marrying her. He loves the kids and he hates living in that big house alone. He also believes this one won't cheat on him. Her ex cheated on her and she was pretty broken up about it.

Paul's wife got a call from a man who said he was with the police. He informed her that as part of an investigation of two missing women they had discovered that her husband was having an affair with one of them. She divorced him and took him to the cleaners. 

Carl's wife got a similar call. She was given the same information but with more details. She followed him for three days and saw him go into a hotel room with a woman. She called the police and said she saw a man go into a hotel room that she had heard talking about cocaine. He was carrying a gym bag and was met at the room by a blond woman. The police knocked on the door and when her opened it they were caught. The wife came to the door and took three pictures of him in his boxers standing next to the bed with a naked blond in it. He had been a business owner. Now she is a business owner and he lives in the state prison. The police found an ounce of cocaine in the room.

"Retribution: deserved punishment for evil done." 

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Retribution



 My thanks to LadyCibelle and my friend SH for sorting my foul-ups and editing this short tale for me 

It was amazing; it looked like I'd picked the perfect spot. From my chosen seat in the back corner booth almost no one could see me, but I could see just about everyone in the place. I suppose I'd better add that Jimmy, the owner of the club, had arranged for a couple of large plants to be moved so that the booth was almost completely hidden and, to most customers, would look as if it was out of use.

I watched as Emma, my wife of eight years, entered the bar and settled herself on a stool at the bar. Then before the barmen even had time to ask Emma what she wanted to drink, I saw that he had detached himself from his little group of friends. He sauntered over and settled himself on the stool next to Emma.

It would have been nice to hear what they were saying, but I was far too far away. I assume that he offered to buy Emma a drink and presumably she accepted the offer. She was smiling at him and he was not far short of smirking back at her; his body language telling me - and his friends I suppose - that he was going to score this evening.

Emma amazed me; mind, she always did in that little black number. What is it about little black dresses that make a woman look so sexy? What's the line "Sex on Legs?" Well that's what Emma looked like that evening. Bugger she never looked that sexy when we went out together; but then, she knew that probably I would've got jealous of the looks she was getting from all the guys in the club.

It didn't take long for the guy to invite Emma to dance. Emma loves dancing, usually to fast numbers, but she's quite happy to smooch around on the dance floor as well. Normally glued to my body though, tonight I was watching her body moulded to a complete stranger.

Although I knew that I had to sit there, watch and do nothing; otherwise all my planning would have been for nothing. The thing is to catch them in the act, me going off half-cocked because I'd lost it; was going to prove nothing.

Maybe I should have let one of the guys do this bit, the watching that is. But would I have felt any different waiting around the corner with the rest of them for the right moment to strike. No I doubt it!

From the dance floor Emma and the guy moved to one of the other booths. Was I pleased that Jimmy had moved those plants, if she spotted me, she'd surely have reacted and the game would be over before it really got started.

The guy went to the bar to replenish their drinks, and then they sat and talked for a while. A second dance was followed by another drink, but this time the guy sat closer to Emma his arm resting on the back of the seat, in the time worn dance all seducers know so well. Later, I knew it would slip onto her shoulder and Emma wouldn't object.

Another dance, a slow one this time, I watched as he ground himself against her. Emma kind of moved away from him a little, I assume to let him know that she wasn't going to be quite that easy. Letting the bugger know that he was going to have to work for his prize.

The dance ended and the guy headed for the bar yet again, this evening was going to prove expensive for the bugger even if he didn't realise it yet. Emma has never been cheap to buy drinks for and she can handle a lot more alcohol than the average female.

His arm was on Emma's shoulder now and their heads were close together as she giggled at his jokes. Well I assumed he was cracking jokes, they had to be laughing at something. But then again that something could have been me; perhaps Emma was deriding my performance in the old bed department.

I was quite shocked to see how much time had passed, it was nearly ten and the two of them had been together for almost two hours, when they returned from the dance floor for the fourth time. This time Emma headed for the ladies whilst medallion man headed for the bar. I noted the thumbs up sign he made to his oppo's as he went, and very shortly I was to notice one of them leave the club.

He bought their drinks and seemed to spend just a few seconds longer at the bar than necessary. As he was returning to the table, I noted the barman take a bottle from the top shelf behind the bar and place it under the bar itself. 

At almost the same instant the female waitress headed in my direction with my first refill of the evening. Coming around the plants the waitress placed the drink on the table before me, our eye's meeting as she gave me a slight nod of her head. Then I knew for sure that the guy had grown impatient and slipped something in Emma's drink.

Very shortly Emma exited the ladies room, her face had a serious, if not a little nervous expression on it. She took a quick look around the club, I thought scanning the place to make sure no one who knew either of us was there. It could have been embarrassing for her to be recognised; dressed and behaving as she had been that evening. 

Apparently satisfied, Emma made her way between the other dancers plastering a smile on her face just before she reached the table. The guy stood to let her seat herself in the rear of the booth, and then he settled himself beside her. He cuddled up close to Emma and they started whispering to each other again, just as the waitress arrived at their table, cleared the empty glasses and wiped it down. She stayed a few seconds longer than necessary, exchanging a few words with Emma and the guy before leaving them in peace.

I'd say it was no more than five minutes later that Emma and the guy got up to dance yet again. But watching them, I could see that Emma didn't look as steady on her feet as she had been. It sure looked like whatever the guy had put in Emma's drink was taking effect. You will never know the self-control called for, for me to sit there and watch what was going on.

It wasn't long before Emma was staggering around the dance floor and the guy was holding her up as best he could. Suddenly his other friend was beside them, actually carrying Emma's handbag and coat; boy did these guys have it down to a fine art.

Between them they helped the very inebriated looking Emma out of the club and I got up to follow, but I did my best to stay out of their sight as much as possible.

Waiting outside was a Ford Orion that - as I exited the club - the two guys were quite literally loading Emma into the rear seat of. It was with some effort that I turned away from the scene and walked to the Range Rover parked a few yards further along the road.

I hadn't even closed the passenger door after taking my seat when the Rover roared away in pursuit of the Orion. We followed the car at a discrete distance for several miles until it pulled into a housing estate, eventually coming to a halt in the driveway of a house.

The three guys were hauling Emma's almost inert body from the rear of the car when we struck.

They really didn't know what had hit them, except maybe for the guy who Emma – having mysteriously and very suddenly recovered - kicked in the short and curlies for feeling her up in the car during the journey. The other two found themselves face down on the ground being handcuffed as police officers shouted their legal rights at them.

I managed to stop Emma giving the guy another yet another good kicking as a policeman took charge of him.

"Okay babe?" I said, taking Emma in my arms.

"Yeah fine, except for that bleeding pervert feeling me up in the car." She replied. Refastening the buttons on the front of her dress.

"You know you should be on the stage you had me totally convinced; for one horrible moment I thought you'd drunk that spiked drink."

"No, I saw the bottle was gone from behind the bar and Betty took his attention just long enough for me to dump it in the flower drip tray. I had to be quick, I hope I didn't miss; the police are going to need that drink"

"No worries if you did miss, this plonker's got some more in his bleeding pocket by the looks of it." The officer who - after having handcuffed him - had been searching the guy Emma had kicked informed us.

"Thanks folks, I'm sorry that we had to let it go so far, but we needed to find out where they've been taking their victims. We'll get the forensic guys to search the house and they're bound to find traces of the other women in there somewhere." The grinning police inspector said as he came over to inspect his prisoners. Then he turned to me.

"Tell me, if we hadn't worked out the other day that you and your friends were watching these buggers as well; what plans did you have for them?"

"The Thames is deep and cold this time of year." I replied.

"But that would be murder!"

"No, it would have been three guys who took their own date rape drugs and then went for a swim. They still might, if you don't lock them away for a long time."

"Not intending to mess around were you?"

"Nope, Emma's sister can't mess around anymore; she hung herself after these bastards had their fun with her. An eye for an eye is my maxim.

Life goes on.



Retribution



It started on a Saturday afternoon. All of us were in the farmhouse. I hadn't been seeing my family much of late and they felt that this vacation was long overdue. I had missed my elder daughter's graduation and my younger daughter's school pass-out ceremony.

I had to make it up to them and nothing better than a surprise trip to the wilderness with family. And so it was myself, Amol with my lovely wife Suman and my two daughters Anu and Payal in our 5 acre farmhouse at the outskirts of Nainital beside the Corbett national park planning to spend the next week cut-off from civilization in blissful incommunicado.

I was 43, a criminal lawyer at Supreme Court practicing law for the last 25 years. I had started independent practice at the age of 25 and had a very high success rate. I had toiled my way through the system and today was the youngest criminal advocate at the Supreme Court. One day I would hold the highest judicial chair and that was the incentive that kept my motors whirring at work. I always felt that there should be something to scale, to obtain, to attain or else life meanders into meaningless existential innuendo.

On the home front, I had a lovely wife, Suman, 39 years of age who was very beautiful and looked not a day older than 30. In fact she took secret pride whenever someone took her to be her daughter's elder sister. 

Women and their vanity... 

She had dedicated her life to her children and had never let their father's absence affect the upbringing of her children. She had been at once the doting mother and the strict father and had inculcated good behavior and a sense of right and wrong in them.

Both my daughters had taken after their mother. Anu was 22, fair, slim and extremely beautiful. She was the quiet one. She loved poetry and I am sure kept a secret journal somewhere jotting down beautiful sonnets or maybe stories in them. Payal was 18, tall, dusky with a pair of blue eyes that could submit anyone to her captive beauty in a matter of seconds. She was the talkative one, bubbly and vivacious and was doted upon by both of her parents.

It was the month of November and wintery cold had just about set in. It had been snowing in Srinagar and there was a noticeable drop in temperature in the last few days. 

I had just finished reading my newspaper in the garden when I heard the van (an old Volkswagen transporter) coming up the road that led from our gate to our house. The van seemed to be a trifle faster than what the cobblestoned pathway allows the vehicles to be and there was this sense of uncomfortable warmth behind my ears that I generally felt when alarmed. It was too good an instinct as I was to discover soon.

As I was wondering why the watchman hadn't informed us of the approaching van, the van came into view around the bend, hurtling down the path and crashed the picket fence to the left of the wrought iron gates and headed straight towards me standing in the garden. I was too shocked to jump out of the way and took a sideways blow from the screeching van; the sound of the screeching van tearing into the crunching noise of breaking bones in my twisted right arm that I am sure no one else other than myself heard.

I was thrown 3 meters by the impact and raised my head feebly to see four shabbily dressed guys and a girl in leather tumble out of the van with two of them waving handguns in their hands (which I found out later were a SW 9mm and a Raptor). Three of them rushed into the house while the girl and the fourth guy rushed towards me. I tried getting up but my arm thwarted my efforts and I just wailed in pain. The girl saw me wince and saw my arm twisted at an impossible angle. She stepped forward and put her boot on my broken arm. I screamed hard but no sound escaped my already parched throat. There was this look of pure hatred in this girl's eyes; unmitigated hatred towards me. The pain kicked in a little later and I passed out...

It must have been some time after that as when I came to it was already night. I was on the floor of the guest room of our mansion, my left hand cuffed to the bedstead and my right hand in a plaster cast. Surprisingly most of the pain was gone but I felt a little light headed. There was dim light in the room with only the 25 W night light on. I slowly recounted the events in my head and looked around the room. The door was shut and to my surprise bolted from within. I raised my head and looked behind. Two of my attackers were sprawled on the bed. It was dark but I could see both their naked forms on the bed. The girl looked like 20-25 years and the guy was early thirties. She was very fair and her face emanated a glow from the reflected night light. The guy was muscular, and with his unkempt beard looked menacing. I was on the foot end of the bed and I could see dried white cum between the girl's legs, matting her hair. The room had the stench of spent lovemaking and both had slept off into a slumber after making love on my bed. I kept watching her body and especially her cunt riveted at the sight. I felt a rustle in my loins and realized that my dick had decidedly been aroused by the insanely sexy circumstances. The horror of the situation was somewhat mollified by the intoxicating sight of the resting cunt.

I didn't see the other three guys anywhere and assumed they must be somewhere else in my house and...oh my God!

My family-what's happened to them? 

ARE THEY DEAD OR WORSE?

What the hell was happening here and why? I took a deep breath and mustered all the energy that I could and bellowed out the loudest that I have ever screamed.

Surprisingly it didn't come out loud enough but was enough to rouse the sleeping lovers. She got up with a start, looked at me at her face reddened with anger or maybe just hatred, the color that I had seen just before I had passed out. She got up and came around the bed, never bothering to cover her nudity. She came up to me, held my collars in her hands, lifted me up and smacked me hard over my face. It was like a sledgehammer hitting onto my head. Blood vessels opened up on the inside of my cheek and maybe split my gums and I splattered blood on the floor. She came over me, held my hair in both of her hands, pinned my face to the ground and squatted inches from my face.

She then took a deep breath and pissed on my face. A steady stream of warm piss struck my eyes, my mouth and my nose and washed down the blood leaking from the corners of my mouth. 

I never blinked.

She got up and looked down upon me with contempt and said

"Today I am going to piss on your life."

The guy on the bed was silently watching all this and on hearing her words, laughed hard and guffawed

"Well Mr. Advocate sir, excuse my pun, but I guess she's really very pissed with you."

He got up from the bed, but on his underwear and turned towards me

"You know I am not going to need much of my underwear tonight. By the way I patched up your bones. I was a paramedic in another life. Have pumped you with a kilogram of morphine too in case you are wondering why your broken humerus doesn't hurt like hell."

She wrapped on the bathrobe hanging by the bathroom, opened the door and left the room turning back at the door and said to the guy

"Uncuff the bastard and bring him upstairs after 10 minutes."

The guy sat by the bed, next to me and said

"Guy, why did you make her this angry? I am already feeling sorry for what's going to happen to you tonight."

I ignored him. I could not understand much of what was happening around me. Maybe it was loss of blood or maybe the kilogram of morphine that this bastard had pumped into me. But my mind wanted to go blank and pass out into comfort and it took all my effort just to rein it back to consciousness.

He got up after about ten minutes, uncuffed me from the bedstead and put the cuffs on me with my hands behind my back, put a gag on my mouth and pulled me to my feet by my better shoulder

"Time to go up."

I felt a wave of cold as I stepped out of the door and felt another of fear as I stood under the stairs in the unusual and unnatural calm of my house. I feared the worst as the hulk dragged me up the stairs. Three were three rooms upstairs -- a master bedroom for myself and Suman and two smaller bedrooms for Anu and Payal. The guy dragged me to the master bedroom and pushed the door open, pushing me through. As I stepped inside adjusting my eyes to the dim of the room I saw two guys standing by the bed and Suman lying on the bed. She was still in her jeans and kurti (a long flowing Indian tee) and looked as if she was in a deep sleep. I couldn't make out if she was breathing or not. The girl entered the room then and closed the door behind her. She pulled a chair to the door and signaled the guys to seat me there.

She came by me and said

"Don't worry your wife's not dead. She is just I bit 'high'"

I whimpered against my gag violently shaking myself and her fist rained another thunderous blow to my face.

"Just sit back and watch her being ravished"

The guys moved to the bed as if on cue and my tormentor from below lay next to my wife and started running his hands on her body. He traced his fingers from her forehead and over her face and to her lips. He lingered on her lips and then traced his fingers further down to her chest, opened the buttons of her tee and gently slid his hand on to her left breast. She whirred lazily, still with her eyes closed and her body shook as if a cold draught had suddenly swept over her. He ran his fingers on her nipple and she purred something incoherently. She never opened her eyes but seemed to be getting aroused by his machinations.

The girl brought her face towards me and said 

"Don't hold this against your wife. She is barely conscious"

The guy put his other hand inside her tee and felt her right breast and then I could see his bare muscles tighten as he ripped apart her tee, exposing her milky white breasts and her brown nipples which were fully erect by now.

The girl came around me and unbuckled my pant and pulled it down around my ankles. She next proceeded to pull my under wear down and left it near my ankles too.

The guy on the bed had undone the jeans on my wife and his hand was inside the jeans probably inside her panties. She buckled up violently at that moment and I realized what had happened...the bastard had shoved his fingers inside my wife's pussy. His hand started finger fucking her still inside her panty and he started licking my wife's right breast. She was moaning hard and her hands held his hair as his head bobbed up and down on her breast.

The girl knelt down beside me and ran her hand on my penis. It was just waiting for her touch and it immediately stiffened probably already aroused by what was happening on the bed. She started yanking on my hardened member and started to jerk me off.

The bastard on the bed pulled down my wife's jeans and panty and spread her thighs apart and then proceeded to remove all his clothes. He then mounted her writhing body and I could see his erect 7 inch cock disappear into my wife's pussy. He started fucking her slowly and leisurely and she started bucking her hips to meet his thrusts. Her hands were clutching the sheets and she kept whimpering and writhing in ecstasy. He raised his tempo and started fucking her pussy violently.

The bitch was giving me a handjob furiously tugging at my penis. I could feel my balls contract and my head arched back involuntarily expecting my orgasm to hit the very next moment and then the bitch left my cock, dropped it like a hot pan and smacked me hard on my face. The blow sent me tumbling out of the chair and I fell on the ground, my ass pointing to the ceiling and my balls aching and hopping mad.

The guy on the bed was grunting and gave a loud moan as I felt him reaching his orgasm and his seed bathing my wife's pussy.

I turned my head and saw him kneeling above my wife's body and spraying cum all over her. I groaned aloud but no sound came out of my gag. I felt something sticky around my belly and realized I had cum...without an orgasm. It was sickeningly empty and my body gnawed at my brain begging for the orgasm but to no avail.

My brain had gone numb.

She indicated to the other guys and they perched me back on the chair. 

The other guys took turns to fuck my wife as I watched her go numb from pleasure and ecstasy. She kept writhing and every now and then and orgasm would sweep over her body and would shake her whole body and she would just slither like a snake and whimper like a bitch in heat. It went on for another half an hour and I sat there watching my wife's pussy mercilessly and continuously pounded serially by the three guys. When they were through, my wife's body was almost lifeless, spent in exhaustion. They propped me up and she came close to me

"It's time to meet your daughters."

They pushed me through the door. As I looked back I saw my wife's spent body laying spread eagled on the bed and her breasts ever so slightly heaving and the jism shining on her body in the dim light.

*

I have always thought that writing stuff is just that...writing stuff and there's no reason why I should suffer stories that aren't worth the 'paper' that they are written on. This is my first effort in this genre and I honestly don't know if I have succeeded in telling a good story. The story will progress to its logical conclusion eventually.

Kindly do comment on how you feel about the story. It would make the day of a novice author.



Retribution, a Different Take



["Retribution: deserved punishment for evil done." That's what this story is about. Opinions may vary about the punishment fitting the crime. In the original story many people thought the punishment was too harsh. Some thought it "over the top but good." I listen. Here is a different take on the same situation. Your comments and votes are encouraged.]

It didn't make the newspapers. It wasn't the subject of Oprah's show, or Maury's. But, in case you didn't notice it either, my world started to blow up on the tenth of February last year.

On that date, a Saturday, I picked up the mail and took it home. We live in a rural community where all mail is picked up at the post office. When I got home I sat at my desk and opened the bills, wrote checks and balanced our check book. Usually, Julia, my wife, does this chore. She said it made her feel rich. She was at her sister's for their monthly three day visit and I decided to take care of that chore for us.

The Visa bill seemed a bit high so I scanned the charges to see what we had bought that I forgot about. The only charge that seemed strange was for a hotel room in the city where Julia's sister lives. Her sister and husband live in a big four bedroom house in Salinas California. They have no kids. One of the bedrooms is set up as a guest room. It just didn't make sense that Julia needed to stay in a hotel.

I looked back through the bills and saw that every other month for a year the room charge had been on the bill. I called the hotel. I said I noticed the charge on my bill and needed to verify some information from their records. They told me their records showed me in room 1228, just like always. Checking in late, 8:45pm and checking out automatically the next afternoon. I thanked them and hung up.

Why would she stay in a hotel? Why would she register under my name? Why would she not mention that she was spending nearly two hundred dollars to stay in a hotel? That was over a thousand dollars! Why a nice hotel when a cheaper place would still give her a bed, if she was spending most of her time with her sister?

I took myself to dinner at our neighborhood sports bar and grill. I know there was a game on the big screen but I couldn't tell you who was playing or who won. I left at nine and called Maureen's house. Maureen is Julia's sister. When she answered I asked to speak to Julia. Maureen said she was in the bathroom and would call me back in a few minutes.

Ten minutes later my phone rang. The caller ID said it was Julia's cell phone. I answered. 

"Hi Honey. Sorry I was in the bathroom when you called. How are things?"

"Pretty good. I just wanted to call and see how things are with you and Maureen."

"Things are great. We're going shopping tomorrow."

"Well, don't spend us into the poorhouse. Really, I just wanted to hear your voice. I miss you."

"Oh, you're sweet. I miss you too."

"Sleep well. I'll see you on Sunday night."

"You too. Good-night, I-love-you."

"Right back atcha."

The call didn't feel right. Why would she call back on her cell? Roaming minutes were expensive. Something was up. I called my boss at home and let him know I had a family emergency and would do my best to be back for work on Monday, but no promises. He said if I wasn't there he'd put me out on personal leave for a couple days and then on vacation. I said that at a minimum I'd call him on Monday.

Half an hour later I was on the road to Salinas.

As I drove I thought about what might be going on. Either there weren't many possibilities or I'm dense. The only scenario I could think of was that she was seeing someone in the hotel. Seeing, as in screwing. 

That would explain the new clothes she bought in Salinas. That would explain the return call by cell. That would explain why she wasn't at Maureen's.

The rest of the trip I was in my head about "What if." What if she was having an affair? What would I do? What if she's been seeing someone for a year? Can I forgive that? What if it isn't one guy, but more? Could I live with that level of betrayal? Is fucking one guy for a year worse than fucking six different guys in a year?

Four and a half hours later I was in Salinas. I drove to the hotel where she had stayed over the last year on a regular basis. I found her car in the lot. Since I carry a spare key for her car in mine, and she carries one for my car in hers, I opened her car and took a look around. I found nothing incriminating. 

Remembering a truck stop not far from the hotel, I went there and bought a blanket, some snacks and an alarm clock. Back at the hotel, I parked where I could see the doors out of the hotel and her car. I always carry binoculars in my car and they allowed me to be out of sight while still watching. I got comfortable and set the alarm for five-thirty.

At five-thirty I heard the alarm, opened the car windows to let the cold air wake me up and clear the windows. I ate some of the junk I bought the night before and wished for coffee. For over an hour I watched the front doors of the hotel and then I saw Julia walk out. She wasn't alone. The man with her had his arm around her waist. He carried two bags. One was a bag Julia usually carried gym clothes in. He walked her to her car. He put her bag in the trunk and then they kissed standing beside her car. It was not the kiss of good friends. It was the kiss of lovers.

I wanted to rush to them and kill them both! My wife was spending nights in a hotel with him! I gripped the steering wheel tight enough my hands hurt. I didn't kill them. I watched as she got in her car and left. He walked to a black Mercedes sedan and got in. I got the license number and then I followed him. He drove to a business building. The sign above the windows said, "Carl Tinker Realty." The picture painted on the front window was of the man who just left Julia. I had a name to go with the face. I wrote the phone number from the building down and drove to Maureen's home. 

As I arrived I saw Mike, Maureen's husband, pulling out of their driveway. I followed him. He drove to the print shop he owned. I watched him unlock the door and go inside. The sign on the door said they didn't open for an hour. I parked and walked to the door. I opened it and he looked up to see who might be coming in at the early hour. The color drained from his face when he saw me.

"Mike, I need to talk to you."

"I don't know what I can tell you."

"Tell me where my wife was last night? Start there."

"She was with us until after dinner and then she said she wanted to go for a drive to think. She was gone all night."

"And she goes for a drive to think how often?"

"It has happened before."

"Mike, you know where she was and where she's been one night of every visit up here for over a year. You helped my wife cheat on me!"

"I thought she was up to no good, but I never knew what she was doing. What could I say?"

"A phone call, tipping me off, might have helped."

"But I didn't know, for sure."

"Would you want a call from me if Maureen was driving down to spend time with us and took off for a whole night?"

"Yeah." He looked sheepish and ashamed.

"Mike, you have one shot at not being part of the retribution that is about to happen. You have kept quiet for a year. Keep quiet a little longer. Think about what the worst thing that could happen if you talk. What is possible will be worse than you imagine, if you talk. All you need to do is stay quiet for a few weeks. Are we clear?"

"If I stay quiet, we didn't talk, you weren't here, and nothing will happen to me. Right?"

"When the shit hits the fan you can even act surprised."

"Deal!"

"Now, tell me what you know about Carl Tinker."

"An arrogant asshole. Owns a fair sized realty company and acts like everyone owes him. I did three jobs for him a few months back and he took months to pay for them. I only work for him now, if he pays up front."

"Is he married?"

"Yes. A trophy wife and two kids."

"I need her home phone number and name. Send them to my email address. Ok?"

"Is he...?"

"Yup." I turned and walked out. A few minutes later I was making a final pass past Maureen's home when I saw both women getting into Maureen's car. I followed them and was surprised when they stopped at the Planned Parenthood building. They were inside for almost an hour and when they came out Julia was crying.

Julia was pregnant! Or, maybe she just found out she has a sexually transmitted disease! Either way a bad situation just got worse. If it was an STD then Mr. Tinker had it too.

The drive home was filled with thoughts of "Now that you know..." Now that you know she has been fucking Carl Tinker what will you do? Those thoughts were mixed with the "What if" thoughts. What if he's not the only one? What if she decides to keep the baby? California law doesn't care that I'm sterile, I'm the Dad! If I divorce her, I pay child support on a kid that isn't mine for eighteen years! I had been fixed when I was eighteen. My family history of genetic problems wasn't something I wanted to pass on. I told Julia all about it before we got married.

If she had an STD or worse HIV, then my life was at risk. All I had to do was fuck my own wife and maybe get a death sentence. Maybe I already had fucked my diseased slut wife! There was no maybe! She'd been fucking him for over a year! 

By the time I got home I had the beginnings of a plan. I spent the rest of the day planning and contacting people I knew. A friend came over and installed a phone monitor on our phone. It recorded all calls that used our phone. I hired a PI to gather evidence locally. Maybe she was willing to cuckold me right here in town. I stopped by our doctor's office and had him test me for everything I might get if Julia was sexually active. I swore him to secrecy until the results came back.

At eight Sunday evening I heard the garage open. Julia was home. I went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. As she came through the door I made believe I took some pills.

"Pete, are you Ok?"

"I don't feel too good. It might be a flu. Couple of the people at work got it."

"Maybe you better go to bed and see if a good night's rest will help."

"Maybe I should sleep in the guest room so we don't risk you getting sick."

"I'll miss you, but I think you're right. Let me get it ready for you." She went into the guest room and did whatever it is that women do to get a bedroom ready to sleep in.

Sleeping without her wasn't fun, but I couldn't picture me getting hard for her when I knew some other dick had been in her the night before and there was a risk to my life. I did get a fair night sleep when I finally went to sleep. I had a dream of standing trial for murdering both of them.

The next morning she left for work and I checked the monitor. She had made three calls before she went to bed. The first was to Maureen. She wanted Maureen to schedule an abortion for Saturday morning at the clinic. She was to know that Julia was telling me she was going back up to attend a baby shower for a friend of Maureen's. That way she could cover for her sister in case I spoke to her.

The second call was answered by a man. I had to listen three times to get the name of the company. "Anderson, Wallace, Domme and Kamalla." She called him Paul. A lawyer. He said, "Are we on for tomorrow lunch?"

"Yes. After tomorrow I can't have sex for a couple weeks. I have to have a procedure and they tell me no sex for a couple weeks."

"I'm sorry to hear that. We're still Ok for tomorrow?"

"Yes! I'll be there."

"Ok, then. Back to work."

The third call was to a friend. Donna, who lived a couple blocks from us. We had been friends for three years.

"Donna, Julia. I need a favor. Pete is gonna stay home sick tomorrow and I would feel better if you stopped in and checked on him."

"Is he really sick?"

"He looked sick last night but when I check on him while he was asleep he looked and sounded fine. I don't know if he's suspicious or what."

"Shall I take him some chicken soup?"

"Great idea. He won't suspect anything."

"When are you going to stop this? It's so dangerous, you know?"

"Soon, Donna. Soon."

I called my boss and said I would be in on Tuesday. I called the PI and told him they were meeting Monday for lunch. He asked if I wanted video or just pictures. I said, "Both."

I returned the monitor to "ON" and went back to bed. Lunch would be arriving soon. As soon as I was in bed I realized I was wearing boxers. I always sleep nude. There would be no reason for me to put on boxers unless I knew someone was coming over or I was getting ready to go out. I took them off and put them in the hamper. Back in bed I dozed until I heard the door open.

Donna was looking in on me when I opened my eyes.

"Donna? What are you doing?"

"Julia asked me to bring over some chicken soup. You need fluids and chicken soup is good for whatever ails you."

"Well, thanks but right now I need to pee so give me a minute, Ok?"

The blanket and sheet got pulled to the side and I got up. I thought Donna had stepped back out in the hallway but as I headed for the bathroom she stepped through the door carrying a bowl of soup and saw me pass right by her naked.

I didn't say anything and neither did she.

When I came back she wasn't in the bedroom. The soup was. I ate it and it wasn't canned or packaged. It was real chicken soup. Donna came back in just after I was done.

"Good. You ate it all. How do you feel?"

"Like someone pulled my plug. I have no energy."

"No cough, fever, hurling?"

"Nope. I guess I'm lucky I don't have any of those."

"Yes, you are. I'll call Julia and let her know you're doing better. Well, I'm headed home. Bye."

"Pardon me for not getting up. I'm not dressed for visitors."

"I noticed."

She left. 

When Julia came home I was back in bed. She brought me more of the chicken soup that Donna had made. She told me about her day and that Maureen had called inviting her to a shower for a friend. She sounded like she would stay home to take care of me, if I wanted her to. I said if I was still sick by Friday I'd have her stay, but I was starting to feel better and she should go. She left me to go call Maureen. I didn't attempt to listen. I knew I could hear it all, tomorrow.

Monday morning I said I felt good enough to go to work. She went off to work and I went to mine. I had a talk with my supervisor and told him I was having problems with getting an erection. He gave me the day off so I could see a doctor. I didn't exactly lie to him. I was having trouble even thinking about an erection and Julia in the same moment. 

By eleven I was parked where I could see Julia's car and follow her when she left for "lunch" with the lawyer, Paul. I didn't need to wait long. She came out with two other women who got in their cars and waved as they left. Julia got in her car and drove the six blocks to the Marriott Suites. She parked near the back and walked to an exit door. It opened and a tall blond man let her in. Just before one the door opened again and they walked out together.

He was a well dressed man who walked and looked like he was used to having authority. He walked her to her car, kissed her and groped her ass then opened her car door and waited until she drove away before walking to his Lexus. I got his license number. 

Julia went back to work. When I saw her park I drove on and went to see my private investigator. I wanted to know who Paul was and I wanted to know if I could prove he was screwing Julia. His guy called in to say he had video and pictures.

From my computer at home I contacted a PI in Salinas and hired him to find out about Mr. Tinker. He gave me a discount because he wanted the satisfaction of helping undo the guy. I told him about the appointment Julia had in room 1228 for Friday night. He asked if I wanted pictures, video or both. I went for both.

I went to ProFlowers.com and ordered flowers delivered to Julia's office for Thursday. The card would read, "For being such a good wife, Your husband, Pete."

I wanted her to come to me, confess and spend some time attempting to make it up to me. I wanted her to start thinking about what would happen if her loving husband ever found out about Carl and Paul. I wanted to beat the shit out of all three of them! As those thoughts ran through my mind another thought intruded: She doesn't care what you want!

I called Julia at work and she was in a meeting so I left a message, "I'll be home a little late tonight. Have a job to finish and I'm in the field. Be home by seven. Pete."

At seven I pulled into our garage. The hood on her car was still warm. She hadn't been home very long. I went inside and was met in the kitchen by Julia, wearing a floor length flannel nightgown. When she bought the thing I asked if it was from the Fredrick's of Wyoming catalog. We laughed and she justified it by saying when I was late and she needed to stay warm she would wear it. She greeted me by saying, "Do you feel any better?"

"Some. I'm still really tired."

"I got you some more chicken soup, with matzo balls. Want some?"

"Yeah, then I'm going to bed."

After I ate the soup that she got at a deli, I sat on the couch and watched TV for a while. She went to her computer and played games. After the depressing TV news was over I went to my computer, put a game on screen and clicked on the phone monitor to play everything for me. I listened with headsets, just like I do when I listen to music.

First call was with Maureen. Mentally I deleted most of the call until Julia said, "I need to see him one more time. Get an appointment at the clinic for Saturday and I'll stay with him Friday night."

"God, Julia haven't you got yourself in a mess. What if Pete finds out your pregnant?"

"By Saturday night I won't be. After that what he doesn't know won't hurt anyone."

"Ok. I'll make the appointment. Will you call Carl or am I doing that too?"

"You call him. I don't want the call on my bill."

"Friday night, room 1228. Eight-thirty. I hope you know what you're doing."

At least my worries about diseases were gone. I wondered if she had any idea who the sperm donor was that got her pregnant.

On Thursday we both went to work. At a little after one my cell beeped. It was Julia.

"You sent me flowers!" She was crying. Good!

"Is that wrong? Are you angry with me?"

"No. It's so sweet. You've never done that before. Thank you."

"I have to admit, I didn't think of it on my own. I listened to Dr. Laura in the car and she told some other guy to send flowers. I thought about it and realized I love my wife more than that guy loves his, so I should send you flowers, too."

She responded by taking us out to dinner. She sat close and was affectionate all evening long. I said many things that evening intended to get her thinking about who she was being and how she was treating me, her husband. We saw a couple in the restaurant behaving like they couldn't hardly wait to get back to their room and fuck. I pointed to them two or three times and once I asked, "Do you think they're married... to each other?"

Julia got a little flustered and then said, "Of course! It's probably their anniversary."

At home she showered and came to bed with sex on her mind. I told her I wasn't up for the whole thing but if she wanted to give me a gift I'd like that. Giving me a gift was a phrase she invented for blowing me. She called it a gift because she didn't really like doing it. That night she gave me the gift and even swallowed.

On Friday morning I kissed her good-bye and went to work. I told my boss I needed the day off and he could count it as vacation. By six I was in Salinas, and watched as Maureen dropped Julia off at the corner. Julia was in a sexy blue dress I'd never seen before and heels. Carl Tinker was waiting in front of the hotel for her. He took her in his arms and kissed her, turned, put his hand on her ass and walked her inside. 




Retribution, a Different Take



I slept in my car, well, sort of. At six-forty the next morning he walked out, got his Mercedes from valet parking and left. A half hour later Julia walked out and headed for the corner, where Maureen had let her out. Maureen picked her up and drove directly to Planned Parenthood. They went in together. 

When they came out over an hour later, my car was parked next to Maureen's car. On the far side from the building exit, so they would get all the way to me before they saw me or my car. Maureen was walking beside Julia supporting her. 

I got out and stood right in front of them, blocking the way to Maureen's car.

"Oh Shit," Maureen said when she saw me. Julia looked up and burst into tears. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She repeated over and over. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

I got Julia into my car and told Maureen to go home.

I drove her home. We rode little over four hours in a quiet car, except for the crying. I didn't speak for most of the trip. She cried for most of the trip. Half way home, I pulled into a rest stop and helped her to the ladies room. She hadn't come out after ten minutes so I loudly announced I was coming in to get my wife and did just that. She had been sitting on the can crying. 

With help, she got in the car and I drove us home. Just before we got home I said, "I know you need time before you can talk. I will want you to talk in the morning. You will tell me all about getting pregnant, deciding to abort a baby and hiding your other life from me. There are consequences for your actions. All the trust that existed between us is gone." 

In our bedroom I put a towel down, undressed her and got her into bed. I shut the light off and closed the door as I left the room. In the kitchen I called Donna.

"Donna, have you ever taken care of a woman after she has had an abortion?"

"Yes."

"Would you please come over and see what Julia may need? She had an abortion this morning and, well, I don't know anything about after care."

"Is she in pain? Bleeding heavily?"

"She didn't say anything and I didn't even see blood stains on the pad she was wearing when I put her in bed."

"Ok. I'll come over just after nine if that's Ok."

"Fine. I'll be here."

She was right on time. I walked her into our bedroom and left them alone. We have an intercom in our home and I had it set so I could be in my office and listen to them without them knowing.

Donna woke Julia and said, "How do you feel?"

"I want to die!" Julia said softly. "He was waiting for us outside the clinic. He put me in our car and drove home. He didn't yell, swear or call me bad things. He knew I got an abortion. When we got home he said I had to tell him everything tomorrow. He took care of me. He undressed me and put me in bed."

"What will you tell him?"

"I don't know. I don't know what he already knows. Does he know about Carl? Does he know about Paul? Does he know about Maureen? He wants everything. If I tell him everything, he'll throw me out!"

"How are you physically?" I heard the covers rustle and Donna said, "How long since you changed pads?"

"That's the one they put on in the operating room."

"Not much discharge or blood. That's good. Do you have any pads?"

Julia gave her directions of where they were and the next few minutes were about getting her handled. Then Julia asked, "If Pete throws me out, can I come stay with you for a few days?"

"Yes, for a few days. I'm not in the market for a roommate."

"I understand. God, Donna I really screwed up didn't I?"

"Yes! And for what?"

"It was exciting. I don't actually care for Carl or Paul. Paul threatened me and he's a lawyer. Maureen is my sister, I've been with her my whole life. It was stupid. I'd have been smarter to tell Pete a year ago."

"Well, give me a call after you talk to him."

I shut the intercom off. I heard the door to our bedroom close and Donna came into my office.

"She needs to sleep but physically she's doing good. Physically she could go back to work on Monday. How are you doing?"

"I'm worried about her. Something must have snapped for her to get pregnant, change her mind and abort the baby. I'm sorry I couldn't give her a baby. What am I going to do?"

"You love her, don't you?"

"Sure. I just need to understand why she did what she did."

"I hope someday someone loves me as much as you love Julia." She turned and left. I slept in the guest bedroom. On Sunday morning I peeked in on her and she was awake.

"Need help getting to the bathroom?" I asked.

"No. I went a few minutes ago."

"Hungry? Want coffee, juice, a shot of whiskey?"

"I am hungry, but don't bother fixing anything for me."

"One Pete omelet is on its way. Coffee?"

She nodded and I left her to stew in her own juices. I knew she felt bad and knew that being nice to her just made her feel worse. I made the omelet I knew she liked. That and coffee on a tray and I delivered it to her. I propped her up in bed and fed her breakfast. When she sat up the blankets dropped and left her tits exposed. Her boy-friend had left a small hickey on her right breast. I didn't say anything about it.

Every time she started to speak I put a fork full of omelet in her mouth. When it was gone I took the dirty dishes to the kitchen and left her holding a cup of coffee. In the kitchen, I took my time washing, drying and putting the dishes away. Then I went back into the bedroom and sat down.

"I'm ready to listen, Julia. Tell me what has been going on, with who, how often and most importantly, why."

"You already know some of it. I didn't want you to know about any of it."

"Ok. Act like I know nothing. Start as far back as when we got married, tell me about every lover you've had since then."

"There have only been two men I've been with since we got married. Paul and Carl. Carl lives in Salinas and Paul lives here in town. Paul was first. I bumped into his car and wanted to handle it without insurance companies or you finding out. The damage was thirty-six hundred dollars, he said, and I knew I couldn't give him that much money without you noticing. He proposed a barter. Three fucks and he'd fix his own car. That was what he said. I thought about it for a week and he called saying he was going to report the accident the next day if I hadn't made up my mind. I accepted his terms."

"When was the first time you fucked?"

"January 2007."

"How many times have you met him?"

"Once a week." 

I thought for a few seconds. "Where is the eighty-four hundred dollars he paid you?"

"Paid me?"

"The original agreement was three fucks for thirty-six hundred, right?"

"Yes."

"That's twelve hundred a fuck. Figuring once a week for over a year that's at least sixty fucks. Each one was worth twelve hundred dollars. My head tells me he owes you eighty-four hundred dollars. I'm just asking did he pay, and if he did, where's the money?"

"He never paid me. He told me that he could have me arrested for insurance fraud for doing what I did and I'd go to jail. My only hope was to keep fucking him!"

"Ok. I'll look into that later. Go on with the story."

"I met Carl when I was up visiting my sister about a year ago. He came on pretty strong while we were in a club dancing. I got pretty smashed and woke up while he was doing me in a back room of the club. He has some embarrassing pictures of me and has been using them to blackmail me into seeing him. He calls me and makes me meet him whenever I'm up visiting."

I knew she was having Maureen call him. She was lying!

"That asshole! Blackmailing you like that. I suppose he threatens to send me the pictures?"

"Yes."

"Excellent. I'll look into his life later as well. Right now, you are more important. Did you want to have a baby?"

"No. Paul demanded we fuck bareback sometimes and Carl forgot rubbers a few times. When I missed my period last month I knew we had been caught."

"I wish you had come to me right then. It hurts me to know you went through all this alone. I could have been there for you. It wouldn't have lasted so long." I paused. "But, I interrupted your story. Please continue."

"Paul and Carl were the only men I've been with since we got married."

"And, how many women?"

"Women?"

"Yes. How many women have tasted you? Stuck their fingers inside your pussy? Sucked your tits?"

She hesitated. "One."

"When was the first time?"

"When I was twelve. Maureen and I shared a bedroom all our lives growing up and well, we experimented and discovered we liked it. We never hurt anyone and we both like men."

"Your sister is the only woman you've had sex with?"

"Yes! Just Maureen."

"Does Mike know the two of you have sex while he's at work? Or, does he watch?"

"He doesn't know."

"Is that everyone?"

"Yes. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Sure. I'll need to deal with Paul and Carl so they leave you alone. I don't want to stop the sister love between you and Maureen, but a few changes will need to be made. They just as well begin right now." I got up and got the cordless phone. Julia took it and I said, "Call your sister. Tell her you need your car before Monday morning. Ask her and Mike to drive your car and theirs down and I'll give them gas money for their trip. She will ask so I think you should tell her that I have forgiven you and her."

"You have?" Her eyes were wide and astonished.

"The circumstances were terrible. It wasn't like any of the sex with the men was your idea. I wish you had come to me immediately, but you were afraid. Do you promise me that the only two people you will ever have sex with are Maureen and me?"

"Yes! I promise!"

"Then call her. I'll go start making lunch. Anything you'd like?"

"Anything! Oh, Pete, I love you!"

"Call her." I left the bedroom. In the kitchen I thought I should have been an actor. She bought that I was such a wimp that I would buy her two stories about how the affairs started. She bought that her sucking pussy with her sister was Ok with me. I realized I didn't really even know her.

My cell phone beeped and I walked outside to take the call. It was the PI in Salinas. 

"I have over a hundred pictures and an hour of video for you. Want me to mail a DVD and prints to you?"

"I have a better idea. I do want you to mail them but I'd like you to make a package with a copy of everything in it and deliver it to an address. They are driving down today and they can bring the package to me. Did you send me the wife's name and phone number?"

"Sure. Give me the address where I can take the package. I'll have it there in an hour."

"And, in the mail on Monday, mail a copy to Mrs. Tinker."

"With pleasure."

I called Mrs. Tinker's number. She answered.

"Is Carl home?"

"No. Carl is working. It's Saturday. Big day in real estate."

"Yes. Well, you don't know me. I have some news for you. Your husband has been fucking my wife for over a year."

"Is this some kind of sick ass joke?"

"This coming week you will get a package in the mail. Inside is an hour long video of them fucking last Friday night. Was your husband home last Friday night?"

"No. He was in Fresno doing some work."

"Oh, he was working alright. Working his cock into my wife right there in Salinas. She probably had bareback sex with him that night because she knew she was already pregnant. She had an abortion Saturday morning. You can show him the DVD or not. Please take down this address." I gave her my post office box address. "I want a gift from him of $100,000 in cash by the end of the week."

"Or what?" His wife asked.

"Think about the possibilities."

"Is there a number where I can call you, after I've seen the evidence?"

"I can give you an email address." And, I did.

I called the local PI and asked if he had looked at the video. He had and said the audio was just as damaging to him as the video. He was blackmailing Julia, like she said. I asked if he new much about the lawyer in question.

"Criminal law. Gets slime back out on the street. Has been a partner in the firm for just over a year. He's married to a minister's daughter and they have two kids in college."

I got the senior partner's private number from the PI and the number for Paul's wife. 

The phone at Paul's home rang five times before a woman answered. I asked to speak to Mrs. Domme and she said she was Mrs. Domme. 

"How interested would you be in evidence that your husband was having sex with a woman married to someone else?"

"Very interested! You know someone who has such evidence?"

"I do. Are you aware that his law firm has a suite at the Marriott Suites here in town?"

"Yes. So?"

"Are you aware that he and a woman have been in the suite every Wednesday afternoon for almost a year and that they are there for almost ninety minutes each time?"

"No. What proof do you have that they have been having sex in the room?"

"I have a video of the two of them from Monday of this past week."

"How do I get the video?"

"You buy it. I am accepting bids. Bids from three parties. The payment must be in a funds transfer to a bank account number I will give you if your bid wins."

"Who else is bidding?"

"The senior partner of his firm and the district attorney of the county."

"When is the deadline?"

"Ten in the morning on Monday."

"Give me the number to call to place my bid."

I gave her the number of the cell phone I bought at Wal-Mart and had never used. It was untraceable. I also gave her the times when she could call. We were done. I hung up.

I called the senior partner's line and he answered on the first ring. The call went as I assumed it would. He was not interested in buying a video, no matter what was on it. He hung up on me.

Half an hour inside the house making sure Julia was Ok and I was back outside calling the district attorney. I asked some questions of whoever answered the phone and learned some things about having evidence and selling that evidence. Near the end of the call the man asked what kind of evidence I was talking about.

"A video of a lawyer fucking my wife in a hotel room."

"Is either of them a prominent person?"

"One is a lawyer who defends criminals. People know him if they need someone like him."

"And you want to sell the video?"

"Yes."

"We cannot buy evidence."

"If I sell it to someone, and tell you who and where the evidence is delivered you may not need to buy it. I just need to know that I won't end up in jail for having it, selling it or telling you about it."

I gave him the phone number to call and a specific time to call when he could verify that I was not in danger.

By eleven Sunday morning Julia's car was in our garage. Maureen and Mike were sitting in our living room with us and Maureen seemed satisfied that I was forgiving Julia for Paul and Carl. The subject of her and Julia had not come up. The package was sitting on my desk. 

I looked at Mike and said, "Mike your wife and mine have been keeping a secret from us. There is something that they didn't tell us that every husband would want to be told, before they got married. Do you want to know what it is?"

"Yes! Maureen, you've kept a secret from me for longer than we've been married?"

"I don't know what he's talking about. Julia had the affairs, not me."

"Maureen and Julia are lovers. They have been lovers since Julia was twelve."

"You're a lesbian?" Mike looked at Maureen like she suddenly had the plague.

"No! I'm not a lesbian. I love having sex with you. I've never had sex with any woman except Julia. She's my sister."

"Jesus, save me from this abomination! You and Julia? You're both sick!"

He stood and both Maureen and Julia cringed. He moved around the living room like a caged animal, a hungry, caged animal. Finally he bolted and went out the door. Before Maureen could catch him he was in their car and gone.

Maureen stood in our front yard and cried for a long time. Julia went to her and they stood together in the yard. I watched through the window and smiled. When they turned towards the front door I stopped smiling and looked serious.

"I'm sure he'll be back when he cools down. I guess it was a shock to him."

"I knew he wouldn't be happy about it but... that was over the top. What if he doesn't come back?"

"It's too soon to start thinking like that. He'll be back." I went into the kitchen and made some iced tea. They sat together on the couch holding hands.

I sat in a chair near them.

"Remember Julia, I told you some things would have to change? Here is one of those things. You two can only have sex in this house or somewhere else if I am with you. I can watch if I want to and I can fuck Julia while you two do whatever you do."

"Wait!" Maureen said, "You want me to have sex with Julia while you watch and while you fuck her?"

"Either that or you can't ever be sexual with each other, again. This isn't a discussion. You can both go out and get in Julia's car and drive up to Salinas and see if Mike will take you both in or you can accept my conditions. If, no, when Mike comes back, Maureen can go back up to Salinas and live with Mike. You can stay here with me. Whenever Maureen wants she can come here and the two of you can get naked and do whatever you want, with me here. When I want to join in the festivities I can fuck Julia. I won't fuck you Maureen unless and until you, Julia and Mike agree that it is Ok."

"Mike will never agree to any of this. He'd divorce me before he would say it was Ok."

"In that case, when he files for divorce he has given permission for you to do whatever you want."

"I don't want a divorce. I don't want you to watch us. Our time is private, just for us and we both need it."

"Are you speaking for both of you? Julia, you have a voice here. Are you willing to live by our new agreement or can I help you load your car?"

"I have to choose being married to you and living by these rules or not being married to you?"

"Yes. And, if you choose not being married to me, I want you out. You must leave this house. Since you just had an abortion, I can see that moving would be extraordinarily difficult. I will give you until the end of the month to move out."

The sisters looked at each other and did not speak for a time. I saw that they knew they were trapped. No matter what they chose they lost something or many things. I stood up and said, "I'm going for a walk. I'll be gone about half an hour. You will each give me your answers when I get back. If you are both gone when I get back the answer is that you don't want to be married to me. I will file for divorce on Monday."

Neither said anything. I closed the door quietly and walked south. In half an hour I was back. I walked slowly to the door. I could see Julia's car in the garage. They had not left, unless Mike came back and saved them.

I opened the front door and they were still sitting on the couch together. A box of tissues was in front of them and a small trash can was beside it, half full of used tissues. They looked up at me and Julia said, "We accept. Mike called and told Maureen he was filing for divorce on Monday. He gave her until the end of the month to get her things from his house."

"Mike is tough. Did he say anything else?"

"He said we would both rot in Hell for doing what we've been doing." Maureen said. She took another tissue and dabbed up more tears.

"I didn't know Mike was such a religious man."

"I've never known him to go inside a church." Maureen said.

"Well, just so you know, I see only one thing wrong with what you've been doing together. You kept a secret from your husbands. If we had known from the beginning we would not have this situation added to everything else now. I would not have been upset about it, as long as I was included."

"Mike never would have gone for it."

"Knowing what you know now, that he would divorce you when he found out, would you have married him anyway?"




Retribution, a Different Take



"I love him. It has hurt to hide from both of you for all these years. I think I would have married him anyway."

"To practical matters. I'm hungry and you both need to eat. Let me order some Chinese delivered and we won't need to cook. Anything you might like especially, or shall I choose?"

"You choose." Julia said.

The call was made and I joined them again in the living room.

"Can you both wear the same clothes?"

"Mostly." Julia said. "My shoes are bigger. Everything else fits."

"Good. Maureen will need clean clothes until we can get to Salinas and load her stuff. She can have the guest room from now on. Julia and I will share the master bedroom. Of course, Maureen is welcome to join us in bed anytime she, you, want."

At ten I left my computer and went to bed. As I settled in for the night Julia whispered, "Thank you for forgiving me. I love you."

"Sleep well." I faced away from her and went to sleep.

Each morning I left for work early. Maureen got a transfer within her company beginning in two weeks. She would be on vacation until her starting date. She rented a van and drove to Salinas and got her things. By Thursday evening she was completely moved in. 

Julia was doing everything she could think of to get me to "Make love" to her. I resisted for a lot of reasons. The reason I gave her was that I was still worried about her body. She had just had an abortion and I didn't want to damage her if she wasn't healed enough.

Thursday evening we stayed home. While we watched TV there was a knock at the front door. I answered and a man said, "Is Maureen Conners here?"

Maureen heard her name and came to the door. "I'm Maureen Connors."

He handed her an envelope and said, "You have been served." He turned and walked away. We opened the envelope and inside were the divorce papers. Mike had filed for divorce on Monday, just as he said he would.

Maureen and Julia were pretty quiet for the rest of the evening. I let Julia use the bathroom first. I could hear that Maureen was in the shower in her bathroom. I waited.

Julia came out drying herself and I went in. When I was shaved and showered I came out naked. Julia was in bed wearing a t-shirt. I said, "Please take off the t-shirt." She smiled and took it off.

I opened our bedroom door and walked down the short hall to Maureen's room. I knocked. She said, "Come in."

Her eyes went wide when I opened the door. Like Julia she was in bed in a t-shirt. "Take off the t-shirt, please."

She started to protest but didn't. She pulled it up and off. She was enough like Julia that it was like looking at Julia with a different face. I took her by the hand and pulled her from the bed. She came with me, hesitantly but not fighting me. We went into the master bedroom and I said, "Three in a bed every night. Pick your spot."

She went to the side and got in beside Julia. That put Julia between us. I got in and faced Julia.

My hands held Julia's face and I kissed her. She resisted the kiss. I stopped, pulled back and said," You've wanted sex with me for three days. Now that I want it you don't. We'll be three in the bed until I say otherwise. Do you plan to resist me forever?"

"I've never done it in front of my sister. It just feels strange."

"Close your eyes. Focus on me, not Maureen."

I moved in for another kiss. Maureen turned so that her back was to us. The kiss was better. Julia opened her mouth and kissed me the way she used to kiss me. Her hands found my cock and helped me get hard. She opened her legs to invite me inside her. In opening she put her leg up on Maureen's hip. When I nibbled on her neck she moaned. She guided my hard cock inside her wet pussy.

She felt different. It was like I was inside a woman I didn't know. She whispered, "Oh Pete. Thank you. You feel so good."

The strokes were slow and easy. Slamming in and out would have let her know how angry and vengeful I felt. I held my weight off her by being up on my arms.

The noises of two bodies coming together filled the room. The fragrance of a woman in heat also filled the room. I put a hand on Maureen's shoulder and said, "Kiss your sister."

Maureen didn't move. My hand gripped her shoulder a bit tighter and turned her towards Julia. "Kiss your sister."

Slowly she turned, with her eyes closed, and found Julia's mouth and kissed her. Julia's arms went around Maureen and they were caught up in the passion. I stroked in and out of Julia, fast enough to stay hard and slow enough that I wasn't beyond control.

Maureen moved from kissing Julia's mouth down her chest until she had a hand on one breast and her lips on the other. Julia's eyes were closed and she whispered, "Suck me forever, big sister."

Julia's hand found Maureen's tit and pulled on the nipple. She released it and Maureen moaned. She pinched again and again, pulling until the nipple pulled free of her grasp. Each time Maureen moaned and bit harder on her sister's tit.

My hands helped Maureen move until she was chest to chest, hip to hip with Julia. I was between both their legs, slowly moving inside Julia. They were back to kissing faces and necks. My finger stroked along Maureen's slit, bumping her clit. I increased the pace fucking Julia. 

The room filled with wet, slippery sounds mixed with moans, and other vocalizations of passion.

"Cum for me ladies. Cum for each other." My cock slid all the way inside Julia, faster and faster. My fingers and Julia's stroked Maureen's pussy and they both stiffened and came. I kept stroking and filled Julia with my juices. I slipped a thumb inside Maureen and she stiffened and moaned again.

We stopped moving and waited to calm, a little. I pulled out of Julia and helped Maureen slide off her sister. They both looked up at me.

"That wasn't as bad as you thought it would be, was it?"

Their hands reached for me and pulled me down between them. I landed on my back and they pressed against me.

"That was better than I thought it could be." Julia said.

"I wanted you to fuck me, too." Maureen said. She lifted her head a little and said, "I'm sorry. I guess I shouldn't want your husband."

It was quiet for a while and Julia said, "I think he's our husband now."

"You saying it's Ok for him to fuck me?"

"I'm saying he's had his fingers next to mine inside you, stroking your clit and looking at your bare ass while he was fucking me. You are sharing our bed, our home. You are Pete's wife too."

Maureen lifted her head and looked in my face.

"Pete, husband, would you please fuck me?"

"I would like that. I want to save that for tomorrow night, when I haven't just given all I had to Julia. I will do you both tomorrow night. Ok?"

"Yes! You really are a romantic! Thank you."

I was asleep in a very short time. Having two naked women snuggled against me helped. Thinking about the rest of my plan helped as well.

Maureen made a good breakfast for us and during breakfast my phone rang. It was Paul's wife. She told me she had asked Paul and he had told her that Julia had blackmailed him into sex. She told me she didn't want to see the video or buy it. "For all I care you can show it in a theatre." She hung up.

An hour later I Googled Paul Domme and discovered that he was being honored by the Los Angeles Trial Lawyers Association at a convention being held at the Bonaventure hotel. I remembered what his wife had said, "For all I care you can show it in a theatre." How about a convention?

I got the video from the PI and watched it. He told Julia that she belonged to him because he could have her arrested for fraud and as long as she fucked him he wouldn't. He said, "I love owning you. You are my private prostitute, and I get it for free! Don't think that whatever procedure you have will get me to stop having sex with you. You may not like it but your ass is mine!"

I called the FBI office closest to us and asked if they were interested in a lawyer blackmailing a woman for sex. They were. I told them my idea and the agent I spoke to loved the idea. We made an appointment to turn over the DVD.

I called the convention Hotel and reserved a room. On my computer I made fliers advertising a special showing of a film honoring Paul Domme to be shown at eleven o'clock, noon and one o'clock in the room I had rented. I had rented the room in Carl Tinker's name.

On the day of the convention I went to the hotel and paid for the room with cash. I paid for a DVD player and three TV's as well. The room I rented was a meeting room, no bed, just lots of chairs.

I brought two DVD's. One to test the set up and one to show. The tech that set things up in the room helped me by putting the DVD player in a cabinet that could be locked and still operate with a remote.

Everything was set for the showing and lawyers began filling the room. One asked me where Paul was. I told him I didn't even know Paul, I was here to see the video. At eleven I pressed the button on the remote in my pocket. The video started. There were fifteen people in the room.

It showed Paul and Julia walk into the hotel room. As he closed the door to the room he said, "Come on. I only have ninety minutes and I'm to be back in court. Get out of your clothes."

He undressed and so did Julia. The lawyers in the room laughed and then paid attention to how he treated Julia, what he said and what he did. Three of the men left the room and came back in a few minutes with six other men. By the time the DVD was over there were thirty men and women in the room. 

As it ended I heard one man say, "He's toast. The association will toss his ass to the street." The woman with him said, "I wonder which shark will take his wife's case for divorce?"

Ten minutes later there were forty new people in the room and I started the DVD again. Fifteen minutes in Paul walked into the room and went crazy. He shut all three TV's off and ranted at everyone in the room. The room emptied out. I sat in my chair. 

"Why aren't you gone too?" He asked.

"I got paid to stay in the room until two o'clock. Mr. Tinker paid me."

"Who the hell is Mr. Tinker?"

"He's the other man fucking Julia. A copy of the DVD has been sent to her husband and to the FBI. I'm here as a witness to whatever you do or say."

"I did what I am going to do. I shut the TV's off. The show is over!"

"Yes, Sir. I don't get paid unless I stay in here until two o'clock."

"I'll give you twice as much as Tinker is paying you to leave now."

"He is paying me a thousand, cash."

"Stay right here, I'll be right back with two thousand." He rushed out the door. A man walked in and said, "We spoke on the phone." He showed me his FBI Identification and I handed him the DVD. He left.

Paul came back a minute later. He handed me two thousand in twenties and I left. I turned in the cabinet key downstairs and said Mr. Domme was still in the room when I left.

The afternoon ceremony honoring Mr. Domme was cancelled. Julia was interviewed by local police and the FBI. On Saturday Paul was arrested.

The local TV channels carried the story of the lawyer arrested for blackmailing a woman for sex. Channel seven gave the name of the law firm where he was a partner. I smiled.

Mrs. Tinker sued her husband for divorce. She let him know that if he contested anything about the divorce the DVD would be public. He lost his family, his home and seventy-five percent of his business. Any month the business didn't generate a payment to her of at least twenty thousand dollars he was to make up the difference himself.

While Julia, Maureen and I watched the two men's lives destroyed on television and from reports we got I treated the two women as victims. Julia believed that I believed Carl had blackmailed her. The PI had found out that the night Julia said Carl drugged her and took pictures it was Julia who had willingly taken Carl into the back room. There were no pictures. Maureen had introduced Julia to Carl and had been fucking him when Julia wasn't in Salinas.

When I had the money from Carl and the case against Paul had concluded in court I put the last part of my plan into action. I had filed for divorce and had Julia sign the papers one evening while the three of us were home and had consumed a bottle or two of good wine. Actually, they had the wine. I stayed sober. Julia had signed and Maureen witnessed. She got a thousand dollars when the divorce was final and never a cent more. She got to keep her car. 

On the day the divorce was final I took both of them down to Los Angeles for the day. We walked around Venice Beach and enjoyed the day. I bought both light summer dresses and then they had a little wine with lunch. I talked them into getting tattoos. The ones women get just above their asses, usually a design. We went to a tattoo shop and they picked patterns from the book the guys running the shop showed them. While they looked at the book I took one of the guys aside and paid him extra to include a word in the design. 

Both women got their tats at the same time and they couldn't see what was being done. They were told to stay very still. They were side by side and held hands through the ordeal. The tat guys bandaged them for the trip home and I had them wear the light, loose dresses home.

Back in town I drove to a duplex and had them get out of the car. They asked why we were there.

"While we were in Los Angeles I had some friends move all your things here. Your rent is paid for the next two months. You are no longer my wives. The divorce is final today." I handed Julia an envelope. "In the envelope is the thousand dollars you get at the end of the divorce, a copy of the final decree and the keys to your new home. We are done. You lied to me about Carl. He wasn't blackmailing you. Maureen, you lied to me as well. You introduced Carl to Julia. You are both whores and now you have to live with it."

They argued with me until I backed my car out of the driveway and left. I'm sure they got even madder when they changed the bandages on their backs and saw that both had been marked with a design with the word WHORE in the middle.

"Retribution: deserved punishment for evil done." 



Retribution Ch. 01



It was midnight in downtown Dallas. Even though there was barely any traffic, she drove slowly, just under the speed limit. It was her routine to mentally run through the steps over and over during the drive, until she was one mile from her target. Then she would empty her mind and drive as if she was in a trance. The routine had worked for her ever since her Special Forces days in Australia.

When she saw the club located in a windowless abandoned warehouse just south of the city, she drove around the building seven times, circling it like a shark circled its prey. Her mind clicked into business mode, as her metallic silver BMW crisscrossed the large parking lot. She selected a spot under an oak tree, away from the flashing neon lights that screamed "Girls, Girls, Girls!" 

Turning off the engine, she hid the key under the passenger seat, and then checked her makeup one last time in the rearview mirror. Her emerald green eyes were surrounded and shadowed by bodacious black ink, as if she was a quarterback in professional football. Her lips were hidden under layers of fire-engine red lipstick. She ran her fingers through her platinum blond hair, letting it fall over her face and partially covering her right eye.

She stepped out, balancing herself on the five-inch stilettos. Leaving the car unlocked, she pulled down her leather miniskirt so that her g-stringed panties peeked just above the waistband an inch below her hips. Her halter top was knotted behind her neck, cropped two inches above her navel, and showing off her muscled stomach. Her back was entirely bare, except for an elastic band running below her shoulder blades.

The bouncer thought he saw an Amazon approach in her all black outfit, standing over 6 feet with heels. He could not recognize her, but that would not surprise him because he worked only on weekends. His day job was in construction, but with the economy still in the toilet, he had started to moonlight on weekends. Because he was not affiliated with any of the gangs, he would later be the only one who mentioned her to law enforcement.

The bouncer looked at her for a split second before opening the door for dancers, which was to the left of the main entrance for guests. The deafening thumping sound of hip-hop slapped her in the face as she entered. She stood still for a few long seconds, letting her eyes adjust.

The room was Texas-large, with dozens of girls moving around in various stages of undress. In the middle of the room, four dancers twirled around four separate poles on the raised platform. The bar was on her left and the restrooms on her right. In the far end of the room was a red sign with the three letters V-I-P.

She crossed the room diagonally and headed for the ladies' room. From the corner of her eye, she spotted Don Giordano. He was celebrating with his top three regional chiefs, each of which had kidnapped and shipped more than ten girls overseas in the last ninety days. This was his way of motivating his team.

Don caught sight of her over the rim of his glass when she sauntered in front of the men. He whispered to his bodyguard.

"Hey gorgeous, my boss there would like you to join us." The bodyguard came up behind her and squeezed her left elbow with his stronger arm.

She went along with him and asked, "Who is your boss?"

"Doesn't matter who he is. You'll be well compensated, don't worry."

She swayed her hips from side to side and timed her walk to coincide with the music.

"Nice to meet you." She bent down as she extended her hand, allowing Don a generous view of her chest. The husky bedroom voice was Don's favorite.

Don banged the glass down in the low table with a crack that was audible above the music. He grabbed her palm with both hands and pulled her in. His long-time bodyguard knew the drill, pushing and turning her so she ended up sitting on Don's lap.

"Let me introduce you to the gang," he rubbed himself against her leather skirt, which had slid up to reveal her panties. "This is Uno, Dos, and Tres." He pointed to the men, all of whom were formally dressed in three-piece suits. Don was in a polo shirt and his bodyguard in a black sleeveless shirt.

"Hi," she turned around and shook hands with all three. "My name is Milkshake. You can shake me as much as you like." She bopped up and down on Don's lap, making him harder.

Don rocked from side to side in his armchair, laughing so violently she thought he might just drop dead with a heart attack, saving her the trouble. The rest of the men laughed politely, going along with the boss.

Don coughed and took a deep breath after the violent laughing episode. The DJ came on and announced, "Let's show our appreciation. The girls work only for tips."

Don handed a thick stack of twenties and told his bodyguard to spread his love. Four new girls climbed the steps to the stage, holding hands with the previous girls and taking a bow. New music came on. The previous four climbed down and headed straight to Don's group. All five men now had girls on their laps.

"Let the show begin," Don declared to his top go-getters. It was a signal to start undressing the dancers. Don tried to undo the knot behind her neck. She turned around and kissed him on the lips. Then she licked his earlobe, whispering, "Let's go to the VIP room."

Don knew the drill. He snapped his fingers, nodding to his bodyguard. The bodyguard fished out five twenties, reaching inside her skirt and sliding it under her G-string. The four men saw their boss ease his three hundred pounds out of the large chair, slowly walking to the VIP room with his hand inside her leather skirt.

It was pitched dark inside the VIP room, designed so that nobody inside could see what was being done. The music seemed to be even louder here, with speakers surrounding the large sofa seats. Sitting on his tool, she reached behind her neck and undid the knot, retying the halter top around Don's neck, and teasing him by bouncing her breasts against his face. Don closed his eyes and leaned back.

She grabbed his hair and pressed his face hard against her chest, flattening his nose. Squeezing her breasts together, she straddled him and stopped his oxygen flow for a few seconds. The move was new to him, bringing him into paradise. She knew it liked it when his hand started reaching inside her panties. She guided him until he could insert his thumb into her. He found her moist, warm, and welcoming. At that point, she knew she had him totally under her control.

Gyrating to the music, she let him his thumb stay inside. His ring finger started to explore her, looking for another point of entrance. She adjusted her weight and let him find it. With two fingers holding her like a bowling ball, she filled his mouth with her tongue and pinched his nose. The deprivation of oxygen turbocharged him as she rode on his fingers, driving them both into uncharted territory. Before the end of the first song, he exploded inside his pants.

When the second song started, she removed his shirt, teasing his nipples and biting on them as she did so. Then she stepped out of her panties, inserting it in his mouth. Going around him, she held his own shirt over his face and tied it in such a way he was blindfolded. He could no longer tell where she was. He felt her pull his pants down to his ankles. With rapid strokes, he was not sure whether it was her hand or mouth.

He felt her hands move behind him, expertly massaging his temples and back of his spine. God, she was good. He felt soft and relaxed everywhere except for his hard member. She tightened the blindfold, then pinched his nose and pushed her panties further in. He choked slightly, but enjoyed the near feeling of near asphyxiation. When she released his nose and mouth half a minute later, he breathed deeply and exploded a second time.

The third song was a slow number. She circled around and wiped off his semen with her hair. Gee, he would give anything to have her. It would have to be outside the club because actual sex was illegal in a Dallas club.

In his head, Don was making plans on how to enjoy her for the night when he felt the strangulation on his neck. Too late, he realized she was twisting her halter top so tightly around his neck that his butt was an inch above the chair. Surely her top would not be strong enough and would break was his dying thought. He screamed and used up the remaining air in his lungs.

The bouncer saw her left the club. Strangely, she was wearing a polo shirt too large for her. The BMW sped out of the parking lot, crushing the gravel under it as if they were grapes.

By the time Captain Laria got there, all witnesses had been released. The police had no reason to hold the customers. The girls also had nothing to say. As was usual with gang killings, everyone claimed they did not see or hear anything. Even the crew who worked in the club claimed they did not know Don Giordano, and did not even notice the woman who killed him.

Cody Laria ducked under the yellow tape. He stepped over the body of Don Giordano, the Texas boss of the white slavery ring. Cody had known all along about the lucrative business of his gang. He just did not have any 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 people were watching him, he did not say anything at the scene. But later he called Captain Laria.

>>>

A week later, close to midnight, Cody Laria stood in the DFW airport alone. The next day was his day off. Hours before, he had just completed the investigation and filed the report. All the bouncer could tell was that she was tall, blond, and athletic. Nobody else could identify her.

The sketch artist 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 were notified. But since the victim was a suspected crime figure, it was considered low priority. It would soon be another cold case.

It was her habit to spend a week in the Caribbean after each job. Most of them were strictly for business, with clients paying top dollar for her unique skills. One huge advantage she had was that few people in the criminal underworld knew who she was. She had lived her previous life in Australia and had been trained there. 

But with Cody, she worked purely for altruistic reasons. 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. Once a year, she performed a pro bono job for him. Sexual criminals were the animals she detested the most.

Cody had driven the same BMW to the airport, but with the plates switched. It was risky to drive the same car, but it was the gambling adrenalin that they both craved. Twice, in the last two years, Cody had waited for her when she returned.

Cody saw her at the back of the entire crowd from the 747. She liked 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 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 had their arms around each other. They looked at each other knowingly, but no words were spoken.

Once the car left the multi-storied parking lot, her head was between his legs. He drove with one hand, the other struggling inside her tight jeans. She unzipped his jeans with her lips, freeing up the hard cock. His driving was erratic, but he knew there were no cops on this stretch of the freeway. When he stopped at a gas station, he bought 24 cans of beer.

Minutes later, they were at a Motel 6. They liked the feeling of being cheap and dirty. Also, Cody knew the owner, an ex-con whom Cody had helped to obtain the necessary business licenses. Tumbling into the hard bed, they quickly satisfied each other. Then they inhaled cheap beer and fucked each other's brains out again. They went to the bathroom, threw up, and then repeated the cycle until they lost count.

The next morning, she was still sleeping when he went out to buy her favorite breakfast from McDonald's. While he was gone, a black Mercedes pulled up to the motel. Three masked men dressed in black emerged, with the driver remaining in the car.

Katherine Solo, trained in the Australian Special Forces, and currently one of the most successful assassin in the world of gang killings, heard the unmistakable sounds of lock picking. She quietly rolled out of bed after covering the pillows to resemble a sleeping person. Relying on the faint light through the cracks between the shades, she crept on her bare knees to a position behind the kitchen counter. Kat opened the kitchen drawer and retrieved two forks and a frying pan.

The door knob turned. The three men entered in single file. 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 large knives. 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. This was good news because it meant they were here to kidnap her, not to kill. If she disabled the gun, the men would not be killing with the knives, immensely increasing her odds.

The blanket was removed, revealing the pillows. "Where the fuck is she?" The leader's voice sounded panicky.

"The boss would not be happy if we fucked up." The man with the handcuffs said.

"Especially when we boasted about how we'd all take turns to fuck the cunt." The man shook his knife to make his point.

The leader suddenly put his index finger on his lips, pointing at the attached bathroom. He walked towards it. The two men followed. When the leader stepped into the narrow doorway, his back was facing the kitchen. Kat leapt out from 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.

Kat 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 spanned around and swept his ankles from under him. He fell hard on top of the leader.

The third man rushed towards 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, Kat was behind him, smashing his head into the mirror. He tasted blood and cussed.

Kat hurriedly jumped into her skinny jeans and slipped into a blouse. The men were clumsily getting to their feet in the bathroom. She had time to fasten only one button.

The door knob turned again, this time with a key. Cody stepped in, his hands on his head. A semiautomatic was behind him, the red laser pointed at the back of his head. The motel owner was holding the semi. They had been betrayed.

The fourth masked man stepped in. He kicked her behind her knees, forcing her to kneel. The man with the handcuffs had recovered. Twisting her arms behind her, he cuffed her wrists. Not satisfied, the fourth man forced her elbows to touch behind her. The man with handcuffs locked another pair of handcuffs just above her elbows. When her elbows were released, they sprang out, tightening the cuffs and cutting into her bare flesh.

With her secured, the men tied Captain Laria's hands and legs using telephone cord. Finally, the motel owner yanked her by the hair and lifted her up. He turned her around, bent down, and bit off the only button that held her blouse together.

Doubly cuffed, her useless blouse hanging off her shoulders, Kat was brought back to the club.

To be continued in Part 2 . . .



Retribution Ch. 02





My thanks to LadyCibelle and my friend SH for sorting my foul-ups and editing this short tale for me

Clarification: Blues and Twos = an emergency vehicle or police car travelling with it's blue lights and siren on. Casualty = UK name for a hospital Emergency Room. The/a village bike = the village slut, only too pleased to take on all cumers!



Retribution 2

Why is it that some folk suddenly get religion when they are about go to meet their maker? Ain't it bad enough for those being left behind to be losing someone they love, but the love of their life - on their death bed - has to suddenly decide that they have to make peace with the world, and ask forgiveness for their sins before they leave it. Let me tell you my story and you might understand what I'm getting at.

It was a normal Monday, just like every other had been in the almost six years before. When I'd kissed Marnie good-bye that morning, she'd asked me what I fancied for dinner that night. "You!" I'd replied with a dumb grin on my face.

"Oh come on, lover. You have me every night and this evening will be no different. Marnie smiled back at me. "But you have to eat to keep your strength up for later; after all I'll be missing you and my little friend all day."

"Hey, not so much of the little! You can do a guy's ego a lot of damage talking like that, you know." I replied, with a playful hurt expression on my face.

"Oh go on with you, you know he's plenty big enough for me." She said grinning, and gave me a gentle kiss on the end of my nose. "Now get off to work, I've got to get ready for the office or I'm going to be late."

As I've said the drive to work was like any other, except that that morning it was raining, not that you could call that unusual after the weather we'd been having that year. In my office, I settled behind my desk with a cup of coffee and began to pour through the usual pile of Monday morning post.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened until just before lunch, when there was a loud knock on my office door and my secretary burst into the room. That knock on my door - unusual because Stephanie normally called me on the intercom before entering my office — was to lead to my cosy, and all I'd known before, world falling apart. From that moment on, it appeared that just about everything I had known and believed in for the previous ten years had been a lie.

Stephanie was followed into my office by two uniformed police officers, one male one female; both had serious expressions on their faces.

"Mr Gregory Tomlinson?" The male officer asked, his facial expression changing to one of concern.

"Yes that's me, officer; what can I do for you?"

I'm afraid, Mr Tomlinson; I have some distressing news for you. Your wife has been injured in a freak accident. We're here to take you to St. Martin's Hospital as quickly as possible.

"Seriously injured?" I think I asked.

"I'm afraid that we have no direct knowledge, sir. We were instructed to locate you urgently, and get you to the hospital ASAP. Blues and twos have been authorised; I'm sorry, but that usually isn't a good sign."

Weaving through the traffic in town at high speed, in the back of a police car with siren wailing and blue lights flashing, was a new experience for me. I can recall little of that journey, except for the pretty, young policewoman with a concerned expression on her face, trying to get some information about Marnie's condition from her controller.

All they would or could tell her was that Marnie was in the operating theatre and that her injuries had happened when some scaffolding collapsed as she was passing.

I was aware that the building next to the one Marnie worked in, had been shrouded in scaffolding for about a year whilst it was being renovated. Amid much fanfare from the local press, the announcement that the work was due to be completed in a week or so's time had been made the previous week.

After parking the police car in the emergency vehicle area, the female officer led me through the apparent chaos of casualty — it was plainly apparent that Marnie hadn't been the only person injured - into a sort of waiting area. The male police officer, obviously going off to locate a doctor or someone who could tell us what the situation was regarding Marnie.

Shortly, he returned with a doctor who had a grim expression on his face.

I'm sorry, sir: but I'm afraid your wife has sustained some catastrophic crush injuries, there's really very little we can do. She has so many injuries we almost don't know where to start. I'm really sorry, but I have to tell you it's just a matter of time."

"Can I see her? How long has she got?" I heard someone asking, not really realising that it was me.

"I don't want you to think we've given up Mr Tomlinson; she's in theatre now, we are doing our best to stabilise her. If she makes it through the next five hours then there's a chance, but I would be lying to you if I said that she would definitely do that."

"I'll have a nurse take you up to ICU; they'll take your wife there direct from the theatre. I'm very sorry; we are doing all that we can."

Ruptured spleen, liver, kidney and intestinal injuries, added to both lungs being punctured - because her rib cage had been crushed - plus massive internal and external bleeding, it said on Marnie's chart when I took a look at it after they wheeled her unconscious body in from the theatre. I didn't even try to read through the list of broken bones, I had no idea there was that many in the human body.

Much to my surprise, Marnie's face looked almost completely uninjured except for a small graze on her cheek. But the rest of her head and all of her body -that I could see - was swathed in bandages.

For the next hour or so, I sat there in a daze, staring at her lovely face, listening to the beep, beep, beep of the heart monitor and the slow rhythmical hissing sound from the oxygen cylinder attached to the mask that was over Marnie's mouth. At short intervals nurses and doctors would appear, inspect the readouts and screens surrounding the bed; sometimes fiddling with the many drips and things attached to Marnie's body. Usually, looking at me with a sympathetic expression on their face. The doctors - I think - with more of an embarrassed one, because they could do no more for her.

Around five in the afternoon Marnie tentatively opened her eyes. I lent over and asked her if she could see me. The little half smile I got in return told me she was cognisant, after a fashion at least.

As previously instructed, I pressed the nurse call button beside the bed and within seconds the doctors and nurses were back in the room; I was ushered away out of the room and into the waiting area, where I was surprised to find the two police officers that had collected me from my office and a couple of Firemen. All off-duty by then, they had come to the hospital to find out how she was getting on; the firemen had been the guys that had rescued Marnie from under all that steel.

What could I tell them? The machines were working and Marnie had regained consciousness after her visit to the operating theatre, but she looked terrible.

The firemen told me that Marnie had been conscious all through her rescue and that they had been impressed by her bravery and her forbearance; considering the pain she must have been in. They also said that she talked about me all the time. I very much appreciated their being there at the hospital and their concern about Marnie.

It wasn't very long before the doctor I'd seen when I first arrived came out of Marnie's ICU room. He really didn't have to say anything; the expression on his face told me what I didn't want to hear in actual words.

"How long?" I asked him.

"I'm sorry, not very. Although she's awake her body is shutting down and there's nothing we can do about it. She just has too many different injuries for her body to cope with. You can go in and be with her though."

I thanked him for what he'd done and was just going back into the ICU room when a nurse came out.

"She wants to speak to a priest, what denomination are you and Marnie?" The nurse asked.

Damn that was a question; Marnie and I didn't attend church. I'd always been an agnostic and Marnie? Well I had to think; then I remembered her christening certificate I'd seen at one time long ago.

"Church of England!" I replied with hopeful confidence.

I noticed the policeman give the nurse a thumbs-up sign, before he dashed from the room. I took it, that he was off to track down a vicar.

Back in the ICU room that I now shared with a nurse, as well as Marnie; I went over to the bed. The oxygen mask was gone from her face, replaced by a tube with two little pipes that appeared to go up Marnie's nose, I can remember thinking that they must be uncomfortable. Stupid thought; with all the injuries she'd sustained, Marnie probably didn't even notice those two little tubes.

"We talked as best we could, me telling Marnie how much I loved her and that she was going to be fine. Why do we lie to the dying?

Marnie whispering back to me — I had to put my face really close to hear what she said — that she loved me and that she was sorry.

Sorry! What the hell was she sorry for? I thought. What had happened had been an accident as far as Marnie was concerned. Whoever was in charge of that scaffolding, now he was going to be bleeding sorry when I finished with the bugger.

I really can't recall what we said to each other after that. Marnie was obviously exhausted and every word she uttered was a struggle for her. I asked her to rest and tried to do as much of the talking as possible.

Marnie was resting — if anyone in her battered condition can rest — when the Vicar finally arrived. I'd never seen the guy before, but he acted as if he knew both of us intimately, not bothering with introductions and instantly calling both Marnie and myself by our Christian names.

I stepped back as he leaned close to Marnie so that she could speak to him with a little privacy. He listened to what she had to say for some time, before he stood again with a grave expression on his face.

Tell me what is it with people. I was always under the impression that you told someone who is very ill and possibly about to die what they needed to hear. Bugger the truth, if you can raise their spirits then there's more chance they will survive. Not this old bleeder though, I was gobsmacked to hear him say.

"I'm sorry, Marnie, but I'm not empowered to absolve you of your past sins on this earth. The only person who can do that is the Lord when you stand before him or..." here he took a breath and lingered for a few seconds before adding. "The person you have sinned against. If they forgive you, then I'm sure the Good Lord will take that into account."

My real problem was that as the bugger spoke those words, Marnie's eye moved to look at me; there was something in the expression of those eyes that made a little voice in the back of my head tell me that I didn't want to hear what Marnie was about to say to me.

Of course I ignored it, Marnie's pleading eyes pulled me down to listen to what she had to say.

No I'm not going to repeat what she actually said. But, be assured that what she did say cut me to my heart and made a mockery of our life together.

"Please forgive me," were her last words!

I stood up and looked down at her, utterly devastated by what she had said. I have no idea what kind of expression I had on my face, but I could see the tears running down the side of Marnie's.

"Please?" she mouthed once again.

"To err is human my son; to forgive is divine.

"I forgive you, Marnie!" I heard myself saying without thinking about it. Then I lent down and kissed her on the forehead.

As I went to do so, she smiled again and then closed her eyes as I kissed her. Almost at the same instant, the beeping of the heart machine changed to a continuous constant tone.

When I looked up at him, the vicar had his little prayer book open and he was very quietly reading aloud from it. I turned away and walked from the room, my world shattered.

I can't say that I handled Marnie's passing well. Yeah, I had put on a front at the funeral; I had little choice. And I told no one of her deathbed confession to me.

I stood in the church that day of the funeral, and looked around at all my so-called friends, wondering to myself how best I could pay some of the bastards back for what they had done to me.

My biggest problem was, I had little or no idea which particular friends were guilty. Oh, I knew that it was more than one, but I hadn't been able to make out their names as Marnie listed them to me. Her voice had been too weak or my brain just hadn't been able to handle it; I know not which.

I think it had all been made much harder to bear, after I had learnt at the inquest that Marnie had been approximately six weeks pregnant with our first child at the time of her death. Although, had Marnie survived the accident; the doctors were confident that the baby would not have. But, I had to wonder, was it mine?

Very soon after the funeral, I withdrew from any kind of a social life. Although, at first friends would call regularly and invite me to dinner or out to parties and the like.

The guys even tried to get me to continue with our regular Thursday evening poker games; but I couldn't face the idea of possibly sitting opposite guys who had been regularly laying my so-called faithful wife behind my back.

I can't say things went well at the office either. For a long time I turned into a real miserable bugger; it surprised me that my secretary Stephanie stayed with me. Many a time I chewed her out over silly little things that I should have laughed at. But Steph would just stand there and take it, until my rant was over and I'd got it out of my system. Then she'd smile when I apologised and say "thank you!" Confused the hell out of me for a long time when she did that

About a year after Marnie's death I attended the court case; where I discovered that the scaffolding company had been employing unqualified workers. Several of which, had also been killed when one or more of them apparently made a mistake. The design of the scaffold — that was being dismantled at the time - had been judged fine by experts. They suggested the cause of the collapse was most likely down to human error; someone had undone the wrong bolts at the wrong stage in the operation.

I did get financial compensation for the loss of my wife. It was much larger than I'd expected, because of her young age and more than doubled because Marnie had been pregnant.

I believe a couple of the scaffold company's directors served some time for corporate manslaughter; but I didn't attend the court for that part of the proceedings. I'd only been interested in why the scaffold had collapsed.

It was two years after Marnie's death that the tool of my retribution was handed to me on a plate. It came in the unlikely looking form of an enchanting young woman by the name of Alice. Alice was the twenty-three year old daughter of a distant relative of Marnie's. An unmarried mother of a two-year-old with a bit of a reputation in her own hometown; anyway she needed somewhere to stay in town for a couple of months and I was only too pleased to make my spare room available to her.

Now, I suppose it would be useful if I described Alice and her character to the reader. Well, let's put it as succinctly as possible; Alice was sex on legs! Long legs, that went all the way up to the shapely little arse of hers, which usually was only just covered by her skirt, which could justly be described as a wide belt. Necklines just don't plunge as low as the ones Alice normally wears, for logistical reasons. Those damn great knockers of hers would literally fall out whenever she bent over to pick up her child. Not that many red-blooded guys would object to that happening; but the child didn't come to stay, she stayed with her grandmother for the duration of Alice's visit.

Alice's actual character can only politely be described as gregarious. Or to put it bluntly, as beautiful and attractive as she was, Alice was still the village bike. She had one other quality that I needed but I'll leave that one until later, if you don't mind.

The week Alice moved in, I called around the guys to ask if they were still playing poker on Thursday nights. I was informed that a suitable venue no longer being available — Marnie and I had always hosted the Poker nights before her passing — they'd kind of fallen by the wayside.

That first week, half a dozen guys turned up and were virtually gobsmacked to see the sexy looking Alice hanging all over me when they arrived. Alice as I said was gregarious and flirtatious. She had this habit of hanging onto me as if we were married. I think all the guys were impressed and none mentioned Marnie.

The next week and every week after, all twelve guys turned up and we had to return to using two card tables, as we'd had to do when Marnie was alive. Alice played waitress every Thursday as well, nearly always dressed in one of her sexiest outfits.

Something else in my life changed, besides the poker games that is. Once again like they had for years before Marnie's passing, one or two of the guys would meet me as I came out of the office some evenings and we'd go for a drink or two together. When we did Alice, as Marnie had done before her, would complain that the dinner she'd cooked for me had gotten cold.

I'd just smile and tell her I was surprised she'd had time to cook it. Alice would grin back at me and wink.

But all good things must come to an end and before I really knew it Alice's two months were up and she went back home to her daughter.

"Jesus, I bet you're going to miss having that sexy little arse of Alice's around the joint," One of the guys said whilst we played poker the following Thursday.

"Well, I'm going to miss her cooking that's for sure!" I replied.

"Give over and the rest. I'll bet you've been giving Alice the seeing to of her life every bloody night since she's been here. Christ she always looks like she's chafing at the bit!" One of the other guy's said.

"You must be kidding; I wouldn't touch Alice that way if my life depended on it. I replied.

"What are you, mad? That little babe has been begging for it ever since she turned up here. Are you trying to tell us that you never shagged the arse of the little minx? We all thought she was really sweet on you."

"Sweet she might be, but Alice tends to hang out near the docks when she's down home. Silly little bitch picked up a dose of the Saigon flu last year. Real bastard strain as well, virulent and almost incurable."

"Is that anything like the Asian Flu?" One of the other guys asked.

"No, Christ don't you guys remember when we were kids, there was that strain of Clap the US soldiers were picking up in the Saigon brothels; there was a lot in the papers about it being incurable." I explained to them.

"No that weren't the Saigon Flu. But it was called the Saigon something. Maybe it was the Saigon Clap!" Yet another of the guys interjected laughing.

"Well, anyway Alice picked up a dose of the same strain of VD off some bleeding foreign seaman. That's what she's been up here in town for; they've been giving her jabs everyday trying to cure her at the STD clinic in town. But I think they've given it up as a bad job now." I told them all, with wry smile on my face.

Funny though, I noticed that about six of the guys had suddenly lost all the colour from their complexions. And you know what? Now those same guys seem to have quit turning up on our poker nights any more, as well.

I suppose I'd better tell you that eventually they did cure young Alice and she firmly keeps her legs crossed around strangers nowadays. Mind, it didn't stop her popping up to see her favourite uncle now and again; well, quite often really. That is, until Stephanie and I got married.




Retribution Ch. 02



(Some people have commented that the story is too "harsh" and brutal for their taste. I just want to remind them that this is just a work of fiction and I am just trying to push the boundaries in this piece. If I offend your sensibilities, I apologize sincerely.

P.S – Please read my previous submission "Retribution" for the sake of continuation.)



There was a smile of contentment on my wife's face as she lay there on the bed having been fucked by three different men. She was still knocked out but would shiver involuntarily from time to time. She was fully covered in the cum of these three men and white specks splattered her face, her breasts and her tummy. A stream of dried cum led from her pussy and disappeared in between her buttocks.

I was still sitting on the chair, my hands cuffed behind my back and a gag stuffed in my mouth. As the guys took turns ravaging Suman, my wife, the girl had undone my pants and underwear and had jerked me off to near orgasm. She had stopped moments before I could cum and my pants and underwear still lay around my ankles. There was a fierce ache in my loins and I would have begged her to let me cum.

Instead she walked towards me and punched me hard in my balls. The pain stung like a million jolts of energy and I doubled up on the floor. She indicated to the guys and they propped me up on the chair again. She came closer to me

"Let us meet your daughters. I do not think you need your pants now."

They lifted me off the ground and my pants and my underwear slipped from around my ankles.

They dragged me out of the room and pushed me into the next room. As soon as we entered, they slammed the door shut and switched on the lights.

Anu was on the bed.

She was still in her tee and Bermuda shorts. That is the way I had last seen her before we had been attacked about 5-6 hours before. These 6 hours had been a blur...

Her hands and her legs were tied to the bedposts and she was laying spread eagled on the bed. There was a gag in her mouth and her eyes were wide open with the glazed look of absolute terror in her eyes.

Oh my God!

She was wide awake and definitely not sedated like my wife had been.

I was standing naked from below my waist in front of my 22 year old daughter and my hands were cuffed behind my back. I cringed in shame and tried to hide my nakedness.

The girl laughed aloud seeing my reaction. She came closer to me, held my drooping penis in her hand and gently caressed its form from the root to the tip. Then she gripped it full in her hand and slowly started jerking me off. I felt my penis harden and in about 20 seconds, it was rock hard poking straight ahead in her hands and my hips started moving involuntarily egging her, begging her to go faster. She stopped just before I could climax.

She left me hanging high and dry and took out a scissor from her pant pocket. She proceeded to the bed and started to cut the shorts of Anu. The elastic snapped as she reached the top and she did the same on the opposite side. She then pulled the front off that came off like a flap.

Anu's pussy was so beautiful. She was a tall slim girl and had a small milky white mound with two brown flaps guarding her sweet love hole. The scissors made its way to her tee and similarly cut off a flap from the front. Within moments her breasts were bare too. Her breasts were just divine. They were definitely bigger than my wife's and stood upright with her faint brownish nipples standing tall a little to the upper part of her breasts. Her pussy glistened with sweat or was it her secretions?

Was Anu aroused by all this?

The girl was through and indicated to the third man, who looked older and was bearishly heavy. He had fucked my wife twice just fifteen minutes ago. He gladly stepped out of his pants and underwear, took off his shirt and went to the dressing table, picked out a tube of Vaseline and squeezed a lump some on his hand and applied it on his penis. His penis was erect again within seconds as he jerked his penis within loads of Vaseline. He knelt between Anu's legs. 

Anu's eyes were dancing wildly in horror and yet she could only squirm in terror as she was tied securely to the bedposts. The man held her thighs in her hands and slowly rocked his hips back and forth in air with his erect lubed cock moving inches from Anu's pussy. He then went on to smear the Vaseline off his hands on to her breasts. He kneaded her breasts slowly and his there was a shiver in Anu's body as he started to knead her breasts slowly. He would knead it slowly and end each swirl by pinching her perky nips. She closed her eyes and tears rolled down the corners of both of her eyes. He moved a little forward and pushed the tip of his penis an inch into Anu's pussy. She shuddered at this violation but still kept her eyes shut.

He then spread her pussy lips apart and rammed his penis inside her pussy. It went in with such a force that Anu jerked up, arching her back and screamed into her gag, her eyes straining to pop out of her sockets. It was as if a sledgehammer had been rammed into her pussy.

He groaned in pleasure and turned back to me and guffawed

"This slut is definitely not a virgin! But by Jove! She is tight. She must be hosting some tiny weenies in her twat. She needs to have some real cock in her and I am going to give exactly that to her." 

He pulled out and rammed in harder into her. She buckled up with the impact and her back arched up as if all her senses had been assaulted again from inside her pussy. Another of her screams was muted by the gag. This time he stayed in motionless for half a minute. She seemed to relax, her pussy relaxing and accommodating around his massive member. He started rocking in and out. Her feet clawed the air and her hips bucked up to meet his thrusts. Her pussy juices started flowing out of her pussy and she was squirming under him as he continued his assault on her pussy while he bent his torso on her suckling her breasts one by one. Within a matter of seconds her thick creamy pussy juice bathed his cock as it continued its merciless assault on her pussy. It was about a minute of this continuous pounding before I saw my daughter shake up and arch her back up while clutching the bedsheets hard with her bound hands. She probably had her first orgasm. He didn't let up on his speed his sensitivities having been numbed by the fact that he already had fucked my wife twice in the past hour. He continued on and on and Anu was again rocked by another orgasm in a couple of minutes. He just went on and on. 

He was biting my daughter's breasts hard and each bite left an impression around her erect nipples. 

By now she was moaning in a conundrum of pain and pleasure. She alternatingly screamed at each bite of his mouth and squealed at each thrust of his hips. He was like a machine that just went on and on and on. She was lying exhausted on the bed as the beast pounded into her pussy. Her body shuddered occasionally and I would know that she had another of her many orgasms.

The girl pushed me on to a chair that she had moved to the foot of the bed that gave me a direct view of the man between my daughter's legs and I could see his penis rise up and dive down into my daughter's sweet pussy. I could see his thrusts being met halfway by Anu who was constantly and sedately bucking and grinding her pussy into the cock of this man.

The girl spread my legs apart and knelt on the floor between my legs, took my throbbing and hurting penis in her hands and lowered her head on to my penis. She licked the tip of my penis and it sent a shiver through my body. She slowly put it inch by inch into her mouth and then started slowly bobbing her head up and down on it. I was aching for a release and needed someone to jerk me off real hard and fast and till the end. The girl on my penis was anything but fast. She was just teasing my cock slow and gentle and that just doubled the ache in my loin. The man on the bed was furiously pounding away and my daughter convulsed to yet another of her orgasms. She screamed in pleasure and then shuddered to a serene stillness being jerked involuntarily by the now increasing thrusts of the man between her legs. He was close to his orgasm and within seconds offloaded himself into her pussy. There was a copious amount of cum that filled my daughter's twat and overflowed by the sides of his now shriveling penis that was still buried in her. He must have been exhausted by the third fuck within an hour and just collapsed on top of my daughter. The view was intoxicating not withstanding the fact that it was my daughter being ravaged that was intoxicating me. The guy rolled off my daughter and my eyes were still riveted at her pussy that oozed cum mixed with a tinge of blood. She was still, her eyes closed, her hips still bobbing up and down in air.

And just then the bitch stopped bobbing her head on my cock. I cried out in anguish. She smiled and made her way to the bedside by my daughter, took out her gun and pointed at my daughter's head.

"Finish off within her or I will finish her off this instant."

My daughter heard the words but I guess she was too thrashed to register them.

I shook my head hard and screamed but the words got choked in the gag on my mouth. She took her other hand to the gun and cocked it. She looked up at me and started counting back from 10 and I understood that my daughter's life didn't mean anything to her.

I stumbled forward from the chair and hobbled on to the bed. My penis still stood unashamedly erect, throbbing at the prospect of finding release. It was difficult doing this with my hands bound and I just got between her legs and started poking her pussy. It was difficult to see her hole that was still bathed in the curd of my daughter's cum mixed with the man's jism. 

My daughter opened her eyes, looked down towards me and there was pitiful disgust in my eyes. She brought her hand down, held my penis and guided it to her pussy. 

The girl's countdown stopped at 2.

I started to push and my penis slipped through content in the wet cunt of my daughter. She looked away and started to buck her hips towards me. Her pussy was wet and my penis easily slided in and out of her dripping pussy. She kept at her thrusts and was slowly milking my penis. I could she her head turned repulsively to one side while she kept bucking her pelvis up towards me fucking me. I stood silently and then my penis took control over my body and I started to push my penis down into my daughter's pussy. 

It was strange as my mind resisted this climactic build up and yet my penis was rejoicing this unholy fuck. My penis was wild with excitement and it was as if it had whipped my hips into action and I started pumping down harder on my daughter's thrusts. I felt the release build up fast and there was this tremendous rush of pent up passion that stood on the precipice of a giant fall. And then I let go.

I started cumming.

My body convulsed forward and my penis squirted loads and loads of cum into my sweet daughter's bucking pussy. This particular orgasm felt as if it had started from deep within my penis and had spread everywhere from there. 

My entire body convulsed towards my penis that was still buried in my Anu's pussy. The girl was watching me from behind and pulled me from my daughter. My penis plopped out meekly and I shrunk on the bed in shame. Another guy, who was naked now took over and got between Anu's legs. He took the piece of Anu's shorts that was lying on the bed and wiped cum off her pussy that was still dripping down her pussy. He spread her pussy lips and entered her wet insides. He fucked her slowly as I watched inches away on the bed. Another guy turned me around and bent me over a pillow on the bed with my feet planted apart and my ass pointing high up towards the ceiling. I hadn't any idea of what to expect when I saw the girl talking out from her bag what I later came to know was a strap on dildo. She strapped it on her waist and climbed onto the bed behind me.

I realized what she was about to do and shook violently. She was thrown off me but she caught her balance and immediately reached for her gun and pointed towards my daughter. Tears rolled off my eyes and I shook my head affirmatively pleading her not to shoot.

She came back on top of me and mounted me again. She asked for the Vaseline and applied it liberally on her dildo. She then pushed into my arsehole. It was something that I had never ever experienced and had never thought I would go through. It hurt like hell as the penis shaped dildo slipped despite my sphincters having been lubed by the Vaseline. She must have buried herself to the hilt and I felt something cold and firm tearing into my rectum. It was a funny feeling and I felt the urge to pass urine. She started moving up and down and the dildo started shearing into my anus back and forth. She started increasing her tempo and it started feeling better and a bit funny inside my rectum. I was slowly getting aroused and felt my penis harden.

She called on to the guy standing behind to hand her the scarf that was on the clothes stand and then she slung it around my neck and started riding me like a pony. I felt a tightening around my loins and it took some time for me to realize that it was another orgasm building up within me. The scarf was tightening around my neck and I felt choked for air as she continued riding me rough and sending the dildo deeper and deeper into my arse.

I saw the guy riding my daughter release his load another take his place. I was close to my orgasm and felt that I would blow any second. The girl tightened the noose and this time deliberately choked my windpipe as I struggled to breathe against the resistance. I could feel my loins tighten and a massive and yet decidedly different orgasm hit my body and I could feel my rectum throbbing in pleasure around the dildo. The sensation of this massive release exhausted and numbed my oxygen deprived brain into darkness and I passed out...

(to be continued)

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JJ Murray



Retribution Ch. 02



I had never in my life felt as miserable as I did with my insides filled with so much water never mind my throbbing cock that was twitching for relief. I moved, shifted, leaned down and put my face on the bed but to no avail. I even tried to push the water out only to feel it dribble out and drip onto the bed. I could have kept pushing trying to get it out but the last thing I wanted was to be covered in warm shit water; so I quit trying to push it out.

It felt like an eternity later when the door in the darkness opened and the man returned. I wanted to plead with him to take it out and let me empty myself but I knew if I spoke out of line he would beat me and most likely do so while I was still full. So I remained silent for the most part; I did moan in discomfort hoping he would get the message but I wasn't to be so lucky.

I heard him moving things around behind me then the hose in my ass shift followed by the sound of a motor being turned on.

"Alright bitch;" he started. "we're on your second bottle and you will determine how much more water you'll be forced to hold based on how fast you answer my questions."

I decided of course that I would answer as fast a possible no matter what was asked of me.

"How this will work is I will ask a question then I will start the pump and begin to fill that tight ass of yours up. Once you answer I will stop it BUT..."

I didn't like the sound of that 'but' and feared I was going to end up filled to the brim with the second bottle no matter how fast I answered his questions.

"I strongly suggest you think about your answers before you give them because you won't be able to change your mind later."

What was he talking about? Why would I want to change my answers later? None of this was making sense; I just wanted out of here, away from this place, and for this man to rot in jail for the rest of his life for doing these things to me.

"Alright first question." He started. "Oh and these are multiple choice and you will only pick one answer for each unless otherwise instructed. Understood?"

I slowly nodded my head in the affirmative. "Yes"

"Good" he purred in that sick way that I knew whatever this was about it was not going to end well for me.

"Kittens or puppies?" He questioned and I heard what sounded like a pump kick on followed by my insides being filled with more water.

"Kittens" I answered as fast as possible and felt the pump shut off as soon as the word left my mouth.

"Question two; which do you prefer watching, being watched, or both?"

The pump kicked on and I answered with the shortest answer of the three in order to get the water shut off as fast as possible. "Both" I moaned in agony.

"Question three; Sandi, Bambi, Candy, or Trixi. Which one appeals to you the most?"

That question took me off guard for a second not understanding what he wanted from me but the filling of my guts made me answer as quickly as possible. "Trixi"

I heard him snort when I answered and briefly wondered at it only to be left with no time to wonder when he asked his next question.

"Question four; yellow, pink or purple?"

"Purple." I answered not really sure why I picked that color but didn't care I just wanted the pump shut off.

"Question five; Prostitution, stripping, escort, or slave?"

"Escort" I answered; it being the smallest of the four words and the quickest to say. Then again slave would have been just as quick but I heard escort first.

"Hmm..." The man hummed behind me. "You're the first in awhile to pick that one."

'The first in awhile?' I wondered to myself. 'How many others have there been before me? What were these questions about anyway? More importantly why were there others and what happened to them?'

"Question six; two, three, four, or more?"

The water kicked on and I couldn't answer this one because I didn't know what he was asking. 'Two, three, four, or more what?' However as my stomach began to feel like it was being pushed up into my lungs I just opened my mouth and whatever came out came out. "Four!"

"Question seven;"

I groaned miserably wondering just how many more questions were there going to be? My curiosity about all this had given way to the intense painfully full feeling I was suffering from and I just wanted these pointless questions to end.

"Leather and lace or fur and bows?"

"Fur and bows." I heard him snort at that one but didn't care all I knew was the shortest words equaled the shortest time the water was pushing into me.

"Question eight; BDSM, S and M, bondage and spanking, exhibitionism, or all of the above?"

None of those sounded like anything I would do and somehow through my physical misery my mind worked fairly clearly and deduced that BDSM and S and M meant pain and a lot of it but so did being tied up and spanked. "Exhibitionism" I answered quickly.

I heard him chuckle lightly with the answers I was gave him and briefly wondered why he would find that answer so funny.

"Question nine; tattoos, piercings, or both?"

"Both?" I quickly answered with a slight draw of my brows. I wasn't really sure why that question took me off guard and seemed to throw me off slightly causing me to pay for my sudden lapse in better judgment.

"Are you asking or telling?" He growled not bothering to turn the pump off.

"Telling!" I nodded. "Both! Both!" I answered again causing him to cut the pump.

"Last question;"

I sighed happily to myself at that glad that there would be no more and with any luck he'd let me empty myself.

"Jewelry, perfume, animals, or candles? Pick two."

I didn't know what that one was about either and answered with the two that sounded the most manly surprising myself that I was even considering what was manly and what wasn't. "Animals and jewelry."

The pump was shut off and I felt him grip the tube right against my ass. "You better hold your water." He ordered darkly. "One drop leaks out of that ass and you'll regret it. Understood?"

I nodded my head and looked under myself and at my swollen stomach. As soon as he pulled the tube free I clenched my sphincter as tight as possible fighting against the desire to push the water out.

"Good girl." He moved around to stand in front of me. "Now lets review and the sooner you learn the sooner I'll take you to go to the bathroom. You will repeat everything I say and memorize it."

I nodded my head at him waiting and wishing he would hurry up so I could go to the bathroom.

"From this day forth your name is Trixi." I could feel him staring hard at me from beneath his hooded robe. "What is your name?"

"Trixi" I answered slowly coming to realize what the questions were about.

"Your favorite things are kittens..."

"Kittens" I repeated when he went silent and said nothing further.

"stuffed animals and jewelry. Repeat it all."

"My favorite things are kittens, stuffed animals, and jewelry." And it clicked; the questions were me creating a female identity for myself. I would have felt sick to my stomach was I not already feeling miserable with all the water inside me.

"Your favorite color is purple."

"My favorite color is purple." I repeated as quickly as possible knowing the faster this went the faster my misery would end.

"You like to wear fur and bows."

"I like to wear fur and bows."

"I'm an escort that likes to perform, to watch, and to be watched having sex." I repeated properly and quickly.

"I want to have a foursome." Now I knew what he meant by really considering my answers before giving them.

"I love showing off my tattoos and piercings."

"Very good." He nodded. "Now recap so I know you memorized who you now are."

I curled my fingers into fists and clenched my eyes closed tightly when my body tried to push the water out. "My name is Trixi." I whispered painfully. "My favorite things are kittens, stuffed animals, purple, fur and bows, being watched, watching, tattoos, and piercings." I answered quickly.

"Wrong!" He growled walked around behind me and laid his leather covered hand to my ass. "Do it again! And girl you better get it right or you'll be holding your water all night."

I gritted my teeth when he slapped me nearly letting my water go.

"Now do it again."

I took a slow deep breath through my nose trying to remember everything and started over. "My name is Trixi. I like kittens, stuffed animals, purple, fur and bows, watching, being watched, tattoos, piercings and..." I closed my eyes and wracked my brain trying to think of what else there was. "Performing for others." Yea that was one; I hope.

"Umm... Foursomes... What else?" I whispered to myself trying to remember. "Jewelry..." Was that one? I think so; he didn't hit me so I must have been one.

"What else?" He questioned with a dark edge to his voice just daring me to blow it a second time.

"Escort?"

"Are you asking or telling?"

"Telling" I nodded my head. "I'm an escort."

"Very good. I strongly suggest you keep repeating it to yourself until it's ingrained into your brain so when someone asks you your favorite color you just answer without thinking. You either take my advice or you don't but if you do it will make your life a lot easier from here on out."

"Okay" I slowly nodded and as soon as I did I felt him unhooking my ankles from the foot of the bed then move around to stand in front of me.

"What is your name?" He questioned with his hand on the lock to the chain connecting from the bed to my neck.

"Mmii... Trixi." I quickly caught myself.

"Good" He unlocked the chain from the bed. "now get down."

It wasn't easy maneuvering off the bed with the poles hooked between my thighs and wrists and I was sure I was going to spill my water all over the place when I fell off the bed and landed hard on the floor tearing a deep painful moan from my throat.

Slowly I got myself back up to my hands and knees clenching to make sure I didn't lose a drop.

"What is your profession?"

"I'm a cons..." I stopped when I saw his hand clench tight around the chain lead. "An exhibitionist."

"Close." His hand loosened some but not enough for me to feel comfortable.

"An escort."

"Correct" He nodded and pulled the chain forcing me to crawl along behind him while asking me questions about who I was, what I wanted, and what my favorite things were.

I would answer and if I was correct he would lead me further into the darkness of the room heading for the wall I knew to be in front of him. If I got an answer wrong I was moved back to my bed and had start over again.

It seemed like forever before I finally got all the answers to his questions right and he stopped at the wall. I had to wonder how he could see so well in the thick darkness of the room but when the door opened in front of us revealing a bathroom I didn't care.

He led me over to the toilet and I could feel him smirking at me as he stared down at me. "Here you are you may empty yourself." He waved a hand at the toilet.

I stared at the porcelain dream and realized I was on my own to get up and get on it. It was no easy feat to get myself up into a squatting position bound as I was but before long I was sitting on the toilet and sighing in relief as I emptied my bowels.

Once done I was instructed to crawl over to the shower for cleansing.

I sat in the middle of the little square shower area wondering how or who was going to clean me for I certainly couldn't clean myself. However my wonderings were soon answered when I felt jets of warm water spray me from above and below.

I was then covered in a soapy spray mixture and the vision of a carwash passed my mind when the man grabbed a brush on the end of a pole and started scrubbing me down from head to toe and everywhere in between. It was the worst experience easily outshining the enema.

The brush wasn't soft bristled; no the bristles were rather coarse and felt like it was scrubbing the top layer of skin off my body. The crack of my ass, my balls, my half hard still cock ringed dick, and especially the cuts on my ass from the belt hurt like I have never experience before.

Before long he was done scrubbing me and rinsed me off with another spray of water from above and below. Once I was sufficiently rinsed I was then led to another room off the bathroom and blasted with a large jet of warm air until I was completely dry.

After that I was led back to my room which had another bowl of salad sitting by the bowl of water. Now knowing what the dressing was I knew I would NOT eat it no matter what they (which there was obviously more then one person here based on the salad bowl) said and the man did have something to say on the subject.

"You will continue to repeat who and what you are and you WILL eat your food." I know he could see the disgust on my face as I looked over at the bowl. "Oh you will eat it or we will have a repeat performance." He pointed at the small wet spot on the bed from where I leaked my water.

I sure as hell did not want a repeat performance but I did not want to eat the food either.

"So which will it be?"

I slumped slightly and glanced at the food.

"That's what I thought." He nodded at me. "Once you drop those extra pounds perhaps we will allow you a thicker diet."

I couldn't help but glance down under myself thinking that I wasn't overweight by any stretch of the imagination.

"I don't mean fat weight; I speak of the muscle weight. Can't have a girlish figure with a body like that." He pointed out.

All of this finally settled in on me like a ton of bricks; they were going to turn me into a girl. The name and the girly things I was told to like based on my own answers to the questions. Then I really realized what I was going to be doing if they had it their way. I was going to be an escort that did sexual exhibitions.

I began to slowly shake my head as the sickness of all this settled into my gut.

"I see you've finally figured out why you're here."

"You can't do this." I stared wide eyed at him.

"I can." He pointed out with an edge to his voice. "And am."

"People will be looking for me!" I growled slowly gaining my composure.

"I highly doubt that." I could feel him smirking as he stared at me. "We cover our bases and I can assure you no one is looking for you."

"What? What do you mean?!" I demanded.

"That is none of your concern. Now I have humored your pitiful little outburst long enough. One more word and I will double your fifteen lashes; now nod your head like a good little bitch to show you understand."

Instead of nodding I shook my head slowly from one side to the other.

"No? No; you don't understand or no; you won't do as you are told?"

"I don't understand." I shook my head. "You kidnapped me! That's illegal!"

"It's only illegal if the person kidnapped is missed and you my little bitch aren't being missed." He chained me back to the bed, stuck his hand into his robe, and withdrew the belt he had beaten me with earlier. "Now bitch do you have more questions or are you going to do as you are told?" He questioned as he dangled the long thin piece of leather in front of my face.

I shrunk back slightly causing him to chuckle.

"That's what I thought. Now you will eat your dinner like a good bitch and I better hear you repeating your lessons for if I don't..." He jerked the belt causing it to gently slap me in the face.

I read the message loud and clear do it or get beat and do it anyway. "My name is Trixi." I whispered.

"Good girl." He put the belt back into his robe. "I will return shortly and your bowl better be clean."

I watched him go and sat there on my hands and knees trying to take it all in and sort out how I was going to get out of this.

"Oh I almost forgot." He suddenly reappeared before me. "Can't be a proper bitch with out these." He placed a plastic dog nose over my nose with the elastic around the back of my head and a headband on my head with two little black pointy ears.

He then held up a tail that was black with a white tip and at the base of the tail was a large thick rope knot about the size of a child's fist.

"Open" He pressed the knotted end against my lips hard enough to force me to open my mouth.

The rope was hard with no give telling me it was glued into a knot to keep its shape.

"Now get it good and wet with your spit; it'll hurt less if you do." He twisted the knot in my mouth.

I had a good idea what he was going to do with the knot but how was I going to fight him to stop it? I couldn't even stand up bound as I was so I complied and produced as much saliva as I possibly could to coat the knot.

"Good girl." He purred when he pulled it from my mouth. "Now if you cry out, yell, scream, or make any other noise than a whimper you'll be sorry." He warned then shoved the knot into my ass in a none too gentle fashion.

I gasped loudly against the searing pain that shot up my spine and seemed to slam into the backs of my eyes causing tears to seep from the corners.

"You're one of the best bitches I've trained thus far." He mocked sadistically then gave the tail a slap causing it to wag back and forth a few times.

I could feel the knot in my ass moving with the tail forcing me to shift and try to push it back out but every little push made it hurt worse then it already was.

"Now eat your dinner." He pointed to the bowl, gave one more slap to my tail, and walked off. "I don't hear you repeating your lessons." He called from the darkness.

"My name is Trixi." I said loud enough for him to hear. "And I want to go home." I whispered as quietly as I could to myself.

~*~

The next day or at least I assumed it was the next day being trapped in the center of darkness time couldn't exist on my level. I just knew enough that after a miserable time of sleeping not being able to stretch my legs out and after the fifteen lashes from my outburst it was the next day for me.

The man returned not long after I woke up with a bowl of fruit in hand and set it on the floor.

"Fruit and yogurt."

I cringed in disgust knowing full well what the yogurt was.

"Now up." He ordered coldly.

I shimmied myself so my feet were hanging over the edge of the bed and sat up with my arms sticking straight out in front of me. Yet the position did me no favors for the knotted tail in my ass causing it to bend awkwardly and press against my insides uncomfortably. However before I could do anything for my situation the man moved to stand in front of me.

"Today is reward and punishment day."

Reward was good and whatever this reward was I'm sure I wanted it because I knew for certain I did not want any sort of punishments.

"If you can recite a biography of yourself I will remove your bonds. If you miss ONE single thing you will be punished. Ready?"

I nodded my head vigorously wanting out of these bonds. My hips were aching from being bent for so long and I just wanted to stretch out.

"Alright begin." He crossed his arms over his chest.

"My name is M... Trixi. My favorite things are kittens, stuffed animals, and jewelry. My favorite color is purple. I like to wear fur and bows. Piercings and tattoos are cool and I wish I had them. I like watch and be watched having sex and to perform for others preferably as part of a foursome. My dream career is to be an escort."

"Not quite but passable." He nodded at me from within his hooded robe. "You don't want to be an escort you ARE an escort. As for your tattoos and piercings it's not that you wished you had them for you will have them. But for now since you don't I will let that one slide as well."

I watched him produce a key from within his robe and wondered what all he had hidden in that layer of silk. He removed the bonds from my wrists and thighs but left the collar.

Once I was free I stood up with a wince when my hips fought against the change of position but relieved at the loosening pressure of the knot in my ass.




Retribution Ch. 02



"Alright bitch get down there and eat your breakfast then we'll get move on to your next lesson."

When I just stood there staring at him debating on whether or not I could take him and try to escape he decided I was stalling. In one swift motion he grabbed me by the back of the neck and threw me to the floor.

I grunted when I hit the cold hard floor causing a sharp pain to shoot though my knees.

"Now eat and you have no more than a minute to do so or I'll beat the shit out of you."

I closed my eyes tightly and began eating my breakfast trying not to gag at knowing what it was I was eating. I ate as fast as I could to get it all down and licked the bowl clean knowing he would make me do it whether I wanted to or not. Once I was done I made to get a drink of water to wash it down only to be stopped when he jerked me by the leash.

"No time for that we have a lot to do today." He pulled on the leash. "Now come along Trixi. Fitting name you chose." He mocked.

I crawled along behind him cringing at the way he said the name; it made me feel dirty. However I didn't have much time to dwell on it as we entered the bathroom.

He led me to the toilet with had similar to the one he used on me the day before sticking out from inside the bowl. 'Was that there yesterday?' I wondered to myself. 'Or is it something new?'

I didn't have much time to ponder on the toilet as he moved around behind me, pressed me face down onto the cold tile floor with a hand on the back of my neck, and pulled the knotted end of the tail out of my ass.

I could do nothing but moan in agony against the sharp pain of it being jerked out of me. I was sure he ripped me open and I would soon feel the gush of blood down the crack of my ass.

"Now get up and sit your ass on the toilet." He ordered darkly leaving me with no room for arguments.

I slowly lifted myself up with a flinch as my anal muscles clenched trying to grasp onto what wasn't there any longer and to relieve the pain.

As I sat on the toilet I felt the tube thing pressing against the crack of my ass and shifted trying to push it back behind me knowing full well where it was supposed to go. I was hoping he wouldn't notice but of course he did and dished out his ordered.

"Sit on it!" He growled. "I want it up in that pussy of yours."

I sighed in defeat, reached behind me, and maneuvered it so it slipped into my slightly stretched hole.

"Good now if you move you'll regret it." He nodded as he reached behind me, grabbed a small controller, and hit a button.

I felt the water gush quickly inside filling me nearly as full as I was filled the day before. I couldn't help but groan in misery when the water just kept flowing through the tube deep into my gut. Then just when I didn't think I could take one more drop the tube pulled out of me until the tip was barely pressed against my hole and the man ordered me to release.

I did as I was told happy to feel the water gushing out of me and the stretching feeling quickly subsiding. Yet my relief was short lived when the tube pressed back into my body and once again began to fill me up.

We repeated the process one more time and the third time I was filled with water he told me to hold it and not to lose a single drop. I stood up when he told me to feeling the water shift with my movements and wanting to push it out.

"Bend over and grab the back of the toilet." He ordered.

I did as commanded and had to clench tightly at the sudden change of position once again making me want to push the water out.

"Girl you better hold tight to that water." He growled and I felt him pushing the knot of the tail once again against my ass and with a not so hard push it slipped right in. "Now come." He ordered with a tug on the leash.

I turned to get down on my hands and knees only to stop when he shook his head at me.

"No you will walk proper. This is lesson one in how to walk like a proper bitch." He gave a pull on the leash and led me back out to the dark room.

I could feel my hips gently swishing from side to side as I walked with me taking smaller steps due to the tail and the water.

He led me across the dark room, past the bed in the center, and into another room that held nothing but a treadmill and a rack with high heeled shoes on it. It wasn't hard for me to put two and two together and know what this room was for.

"Alright" He turned to face me. "time to learn to walk like a proper whore."

He led me to the rack of shoes and had me stand on one foot so he could figure out which shoe size fit me best. It didn't take him long to find a pair of black shoes with a heel that looked as long as my forearm. Was he kidding? Did he really expect me to walk in those things?

When he put the first one on and I set my foot down I had to bend deeply at the knee to keep my other foot on the floor and keep my balance.

"Other foot." He ordered.

I began to lift my bared foot and instinctively grabbed him by the shoulders to keep from falling over. When I touched him my previous thoughts of maybe being able to kick his ass were wiped away into the darkness.

The man's shoulders were thick and hard; I could feel his muscles slightly shifting as he buckled the second shoe around my ankle. I knew he was a big man but the robe hid his form very well.

He stood up abruptly forcing me to release him and to nearly fall over.

"Now get your ass up on the treadmill." He ordered with a pointed finger towards the machine.

I stared at him for a silent second before I turned and attempted to make my way over to it. It was only a mere two feet between me and the machine but with the shoes it may as well have been a mile.

My first step was okay albeit it a little wobbly but my second step caused my foot to slip to the side essentially falling off the heel leaving me to catch myself on the hand bar on the treadmill.

"I suggest you learn to walk in those a lot quicker than that." He snorted once I got back to my feet. "Now get up there and grab the hand bars."

With a clench of my ass cheeks to make sure everything was still in place after the fall I slowly stepped up onto the treadmill and gripped the hand rests. I tried to work out my center of balance as the man produced a pair of handcuffs from the bottomless pockets inside his robe and cuffed me to the machine.

"You will start off on level one and once you mastered the basics of walking in your new shoes you will learn to walk properly." He pushed the button to turn the machine on. "Oh and I suggest you learn to walk immediately; if you fall I can assure you treadmill burns hurt worse then any beating I could ever give you and I will not shut if off. One hour."

I watched him hit the timer button up to sixty minutes followed by setting the speed to the lowest setting and lastly the start button.

The mat began to move and I had no choice but to walk or fall.

"Now the sooner you master walking and if you can manage to walk properly with one foot directly in front of the other without stumbling you won't have to repeat this lesson. If not you will keep doing it until you get it right. Do you understand?" 

"Yes" I answered with a small nod though keeping my eyes focused on my feet.

"The quicker you learn the less you'll have to do." He said as he made for the door then suddenly stopped. "One more thing when you hear the voice on the speaker you WILL repeat everything it says the exact same way the voice says it."

"Yes" I answered.

"What did I just say?" He questioned with a small edge to his voice.

"The less I do repeat the way the voice says it." I answered still focused solely on my feet.

"Well I hope for your sake you heard me for if you don't follow the instructions I have just given you will pay dearly for it."

"Instructions" I mumbled with a small nod and heard him snort at me before he left the room.

I watched my feet closely and stumbled a few times until I finally figured out that I was for the most part walking on my toes which helped make this a little easier. Not by much though; between the shoes, the water, and the tail sticking out of my ass it was hard to keep focused on one thing at a time.

Then I heard it; a small soft voice almost like a woman's voice coming from the speaker on the machine.

"My name is Trixi." It had said.

"My name is Trixi." I answered back knowing I was practicing the bio I had unknowingly made for myself.

"That's four." The man's voice growled through the speaker.

I knew exactly what that meant but on the same token I didn't know why. He told me to repeat what the voice said or at least I think that's what he said.

"I am an escort." The soft voice came through the speaker.

A small misstep and I nearly fell while repeating the words back.

"Eight" His voice once again came through the speaker.

What was I doing wrong? I was sure I was supposed to repeat what the voice was saying.

"I love having foursomes."

I drew my brows and repeated the words.

"Twelve; you should have listened." His voiced mocked through the speaker. "By the end of the hour I believe you'll be up to a hundred if not more."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Figure it out." He growled.

"I want people to watch me suck cock." The womanly like voice spoke softly through the speaker.

I stared at the speaker for a long silent moment while trying to focus on walking and while trying to ignore the pressure in my gut from the water and the movement of the tail in my ass.

I know I was supposed to repeat what the voice was saying that much was a given since it was similar to what I had been repeating before. So what was I NOT doing that I should be doing?

"Bitch you better repeat it."

"I want people..." I stopped as it hit me and changed my voice by speaking a little softer and raising the pitch of my voice trying to sound as girly as possible. "I want people to watch me suck cock."

"Fifteen" I could hear the chuckle in his voice.

"I love the feel of cum in my pussy." I cringed as I repeated it in my not so girly girly voice.

I wanted out of this nightmare so bad to just go home and put this bastard in jail for the rest of his life and anyone else taking part in this. But he made sure I was thoroughly stuck here wherever here was and forced to live by his rules.

Well when I got away which I was sure I would since I was sure he was going to slip up at some point I was going to make him pay and pay dearly for doing this to me.

"I'm a little cunt that likes to dance around in ribbons and bows."

xx

I could feel my legs beginning to cramp and suddenly had a new respect for women who wore these shoes all the time. How they managed it without looking like they were being tortured was amazing.

"I'm a cock loving, cum sucking, whore." I repeated with a glance down at the timer and nearly smiled when it said sixty seconds.

Of course that sixty seconds felt like another hour but eventually it wound down and the treadmill stopped.

"I want my pussy filled with big dicks."

I repeated the last line then fell to my knees in exhaustion when the treadmill shut off. I barely paid the man any mind when he walked into the room nor did I notice the needle in his hand.

I let off a small hiss when he jabbed it into my hip but beyond that barely acknowledged him.

"So fifteen was it?"

He knew full well how many I had coming but I still didn't care... well I didn't until I felt the belt across my back in a quick succession of all fifteen in a row. I arched sharply trying to get away but only managed to give myself two rubbed raw knees against the tread of the belt I was kneeling on.

"There perhaps next time you'll listen." He growled.

I nodded my head trying to pull back the small tears that built up in my eyes. I was a fucking man not a girl and men don't cry... ever!

He removed the cuffs from my wrist releasing me from the treadmill which in turned caused me to fall onto my hands. "Now get up and come along." He gave a small yank on the leash.

I slowly rose up and followed trying to keep pace in the heels while ignoring the stinging of my back, the strain in my legs, the water putting so much pressure in my gut, and the tail swishing back and forth from the swaying of my hips with every step I took.

An eternity or so it felt like later we entered another room and I could barely believe what I was seeing.

There in the middle of the room was a man, hands bound behind his back, gagged, blindfolded, with headphones on, and standing high on his toes. Behind him was a large blue rubber cone that was about the size of my thigh at the base and tapered up into a point to about the size of my fist which disappeared between the man's crack. It was obviously pressed against his ass hole and to make matters worse for the man there were clips on his nipples with chains that led to the floor pulling so tightly against his clearly reddened nubs I could see his skin pulling away from his body.

"Now bitch your next lesson." He said as he led me into the room to stand in front of the bound man. "You are going to learn to suck cock and not gag AND if your feeling real ambitious and want to cut your lessons short you can try deep throating him. Now down on your knees."



Retribution Ch. 02



Oh yeah, at least seven divorces eventually came out of that little escapade. It appears to me that someone else's wife — if not more than one - might well have been putting it about a bit, whilst he was out playing games himself.

Hey maybe Alice and I are responsible for the growing divorce rate that they keep going on about in the newspapers.

Life goes on



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Retribution Ch. 1



Author’s Note: The following story is completely fiction. Some location material is non-fiction, but none of the characters or events are real.

Some have said my stories are too long. This one is also long, but I have broken it into four chapters. Hope this works better for you.

Chapter One

Reverend Robert A. Bushman, in one word, is conservative. His approach to everything in life; dress, politics, family values, and most importantly, his position on religion is conservative. To be honest, conservative does not do justice to Rev. Bushman’s positions. Terms such as ultra-conservative and extreme rightwing are closer to the mark. 

Among the major goals in Rev. Bushman’s life is to correct what he sees as the moral decay of American society. Constantly, he preaches from the pulpit of his church, and any other stage he can gain access to, on the need for reform, a return to basic Christian values, a complete and total condemnation of homosexuality, and a return to the true purpose of sex; continuation and propagation of the species, and nothing more. The podium he is using this evening is as a guest on “The American Right,” a live interview television program dedicated to conservative values. 

“Rev. Bushman on the line we have Ronald from West Virginia; go ahead Ronald.”

“Good evening and thank you for taking my call. I want to hear your answer so I will ask and then hang up. I have never heard any public statement by you that was anything other than extremely conservative. I am pretty sure I know your answer, but would you give us your thoughts about using anal intercourse as a form of birth control? Thank you.” The caller disconnected, while the host and guest were left with astonished looks on their faces. 

Rev. Bushman’s neck changed colors through various shades of red as anger attempted to take over his emotions, but he maintained control; “This is clearly not an appropriate venue to ask or answer that question, however, since it is on the table let me say this; anal intercourse is not a prescribed way for a man and woman to join their bodies. It is unnatural, vile, contemptible, and it is an abomination on the face of God. There should be no question of birth control. There should be no question of anal intercourse. There is only one purpose, and correct connection of our sex organs. A man joins with a woman for the continuation of mankind. This is accomplished by insertion of the man into the woman for the length of time necessary, and only that minimal time, to discharge his seed. These actions are an obligation of man to his maker. Any other use of our sexual parts is deviant. I want to stress that sexual intercourse is not for pleasure. To use it as such is an affront to God’s word.” 

Six people, from the comfort of their home in the mountains near Camp David, the Presidential retreat in western Maryland, carefully watched Rev. Bushman’s interview. They watched with amusement because they suspected a different side of Robert Bushman. Gathered around the TV were Jake Adams, his wife Tanya, as well as Bill and Gail Jones along with their children Tom (20) and Toni (18). This small band was only one of many similar groups that would like nothing better than to expose the true nature, and abuse of power wielded by Rev. Bushman and many of his associates and contemporaries. 

Jake picked up the phone and dialed the 1-800 number for listeners to call with their questions. It was answered on the second ring. “The American Right;” do you have a question for today’s guest?”

“Yes, can I ask live?”

“It will be a few minutes, but if you are willing to wait I think we can get you in before the program ends.”

Jake waited for almost fifteen minutes before they told him he was next. “Rev. Bushman, thank you for taking my call. During the program today, you have given us very specific guidance on the appropriate use of our sexual beings. Rev., those statements do not seem in accordance with the events of April 15, 2000? Would you plea…….” The microphone with Jake’s call went dead, but the TV didn’t. 

To the most casual viewer, Bushman was visibly shaken, and the announcer a bit flustered. “We seem to have lost our caller. We’ll take a short commercial break while we get our next caller on the line. 

Roger Green, a Washington based freelance reporter and writer, regularly watched and taped the program because his political views were completely at odds with “The American Right.” He watched to find out what crap the right-wing extremists were feeding to the public. It was not unusual for guests on the program, just as guests on many other live interview programs such as Larry King, to receive crank calls, but Bushman’s reaction before the cameras panned off piqued Roger’s curiosity. Roger, speaking out loud as if there was someone else present; “How fuckin strange was that? That’s the first time I’ve ever seen Bushman flustered?” Roger hit rewind to watch the segment again. What he saw confirmed his evaluation of Bushman’s reaction, he also noted that Andrew Whittaker, the host, went as pale as a ghost.

There was something to this that begged investigation. Roger wasn’t sure what or exactly where to begin. Two broad fronts came readily to mind. One was to see what he could find out about the person who called in the question. There was probably not much hope there. Neither the show, nor the station would likely release any information of that nature. However, he did have some friends, actually one friend, who might be able to extract the info out of the station computer system. Front number two was to find out about Bushman’s itinerary on April 15, 2000. If Bushman was doing something on the side it might not show, but it was a start. To Roger it seemed a little ironic that a possible solution to problem number one was his dinner date for this evening; Maddy Davies; more correctly Dr. Madeline Joyce Davies, PhD, from MIT, in 1990, and the current holder of the Mason Chair of Information Science at Georgetown University. 

Among the many things to occupy Maddy’s time were several research projects, her information systems security company, Davies System Security, and when she wasn’t doing anything else she exercised the most immature desire to hack into every computer system she could find. Actually, there was a justifiable if not legitimate motivation for the hacking; you break into a company’s system to convince them they need a new security system.

Maddy and Roger first met during their undergraduate days at a small college in central Texas; Tarleton State. How all of the liberals, Maddy and Roger in particular, survived their time there is a mystery. It wasn’t the school so much as the Bible-belt ultraconservatism in the surrounding communities. As an example, consider that in those days each county in Texas could decide if it was wet or dry as related to alcohol. Of course Erath County was dry, but it was hypocritically humorous to watch all the strait-laced churchgoers who publicly opposed the consumption of alcohol in their county drive up to the liquor store located not more that 100 feet on the other side of the county line. But enough of those woes; Maddy and Roger gravitated to each other and found a common interest. They discovered they liked to fuck, and they especially liked to fuck and to get fucked in the ass. They enjoyed it then, continue to enjoy now, and they looked forward to a repeat this evening.  

From his seat at the bar Roger saw Maddy walk through the door of the Tilted Glass; a favorite hangout of theirs in McLean; a Virginia suburb northwest of D.C. She saw him wave and walked over. As she neared, Roger placed a drink order, and moved toward an empty booth. “Hi Maddy, how are you this evening?” he asked as he kissed her cheek and slid into the booth across from her. His move to sit down was not so quick that he missed the flash of stocking and thigh as Maddy swung her legs under the table.

“To be honest Roger, I’m horny. I tried to call before you left the office to ask if we could skip drinks and go directly to your place. Let’s finish this one drink and go fuck.”

Just then the drinks arrived. “You’ll get no argument here. But, while we’re sipping this one round I want to ask a favor. Did you see Bushman on TV earlier?” Maddy shook her head no. “Near the beginning of the show he responded to a question about anal intercourse.” Maddy’s eyebrows shot up at the topic. “Later there was a call that asked him about events in April of 2000. Bushman almost exploded before they cut the call and went to a commercial break. And guess what; Whittaker was almost as shook as Bushman.”

“I’m all for anything that upsets Bush-ass; bet it was fun.” 

“Yea, it was cool, but I wonder what happened, and can you help me. Can you, ----- no, will you crack the station’s system to find the origin of that call?” 

“Shouldn’t be too difficult. Let me think about it and I’ll tell you after your mandatory performance.” Maddy downed her drink, started toward the door, then turned and said in a voice loud enough for several sitting at the bar to hear; “How long you gonna be? I’m interested in some of your cock up my ass.”

With a speed as if a cattle prod was poking him in the butt Roger jumped out of the booth and rushed to meet her just as she went through the door. Very rarely did either of them spend the night, so they both drove the five blocks to Roger’s two-bedroom, two-story, tastefully decorated townhouse. There were only three areas of this place Roger cared about; the dining room, master bedroom suite, and the kitchen. At the moment the bedroom was the most important.

Maddy and I first fucked in 1981. After twenty-one years I can tell you exactly what she looks like down to the tiny moles on her labia next to her clit. We know what we look like, and we know what each expects from our weekly liaisons. Between us there is no need for subtly, but in all our time together I have never overcome my awe at her beauty, nor of her ability to fuck me into the ground. Tonight is no different. She is standing on the other side of the bed casually opening her blouse buttons when she glances up to see me staring; “Like what you see big boy? It’ll cost you to see more. I’m not going to let you see my naked body until I have a promise.”

This was new. This was something different, and very unlike Maddy; “What kind of promise? I don’t know if it’s something I can do.”

“The question is not can you, but will you.” Maddy’s voice deepened, and while her head was tilted down her eyes stared up and directly at me; “If you want to possess my body tonight you must promise two things. First you must promise we can do it again, and again, and again. Second, you must promise that by the third again you will put a diamond on this finger.” With her right hand she pointed at the ring finger on her left hand. “You have asked me about a dozen times over the years, and now I am demanding it of you; I’m demanding you marry me.”

It may seem she is issuing an ultimatum, but what Maddy is doing is finally agreeing to a request Roger had posed to her many times. Until tonight the answer was always no; she wouldn’t even consider living in the same apartment building let alone getting married. Roger couldn’t imagine what had caused her to change her mind, but right now was not the time to ask questions. “Madam, your wish is my command, but are you sure?”

Maddy crawled across the bed toward Roger; “Yes Roger, I’m sure. I’ll explain later, but right now will you please make love with me?”

Her arms reached around my neck and pulled my lips to hers while I did my best to place our bodies as close together as possible. The kiss and embrace were physically no more intense than others we had shared in the past, but to me they were different. She was no longer just the love of my life. She was now my fiancée. 

We explored each other as if we had just met. Each new piece of exposed flesh brought fresh sensations of excitement and pleasure. I rubbed my hands up and down her back for several minutes as we kissed, but the time came to move onward. I stepped around behind her; adroitly unsnapped the hook of her bra, stood away from her body, and allowed my hands to move under her arms to gently cup her breasts in my palms. At age 43, her unsuckled breasts sagged just a little, but it only added to the sensuous of her being. I rubbed my thumbs over her still unexposed nipples feeling them come erect, and causing her to tremble with each pass. I played with her mammary appendages for a moment then reached to help her remove the blouse and bra. Maddy crawled on her knees into the middle of the bed where she momentarily posed for me briefly caressing her breasts before she reached to her side and unfastened the button and zipper of her skirt. With a push and a wiggle, the material slipped to her knees to reveal a bright purple garter belt attached to shear black hose. No panty blocked my view of her pubic hair and the jewels beyond. 

“I’ve a surprise for you later.” She said as her hands ran down her body and through the mass of hair on her pubic mound. “But first there’re some things I want to do.” Maddy stepped off the bed, and began to undress me. She moved slowly, just as I had done to her, to make each revelation of skin a new and thrilling experience. First my coat, tie, and shirt after which she kissed, licked, and nibbled my nipples. Then downward her mouth moved so her tongue could penetrate my belly button, and her hands began to unbuckle, unsnap, and unzip my trousers.

“Roger,” Maddy said teasingly; “the way your pants are straining you must be extra hard tonight. Did what I say excite you? Did it turn you on?” As she asked the questions, in what seemed a single action, her hands thrust my trousers and underwear to the floor, and her mouth engulfed my throbbing cock. Without any hand support, Maddy placed her tender red lips around the bulbous head, sucked very hard, and then slid down the shaft until my prick was lodged in her throat; an act accomplished only after much practice; an act Maddy performs with great skill. There is no accurate way to describe what it feels like to have your cock jammed as far down a woman’s throat as possible, but I can tell you it feels damn good.

Maddy backed off of my pulsating prick until her lips rested on the head then she slowly descended along the shaft so once more my cock was fully ensconced in her throat. Gradually, she increased the pace at which she face-fucked me moving me ever closer to spewing my seed down her gullet. The pressure and pleasure were exquisite, but I know my limitations, and I want at least one other of her holes tonight. I place my hands on her head, and at the end of an outward stoke I force her to stop, disengage, and bring her mouth to mine.

“You don’t know how good that feels, but I want to play too.” I laid her on the bed and began to fervently kiss every inch of her body. No spot was untouched, but erogenous areas such as tits, clit, pussy hole, and most importantly her asshole received extra special attention. Those areas were not only kissed, but also licked, slurped, and nibbled upon. Apparently I was doing things correctly because as I traveled around Maddy’s body her moans became more frequent, louder, shriller, and longer. Lastly I concentrated all my tongue action on her clit, but to add impetus toward a cascading orgasm, using fingers on both my hands, I plunged two fingers each into her pussy hole and past her anal sphincter. The passage of my fingers into the inner sanctum of her body drove Maddy over the edge. She leapt into an orgasm that made her body stiffen, and forced a stupefying moan of ecstasy from her upper lips. The lower lips didn’t scream with sound; they simply soaked themselves and everything around them with clear, sweet smelling, orgasm induced, cunt juices. 

She calmed, but I was not through giving her oral and digit inspired pleasure. Again and again I unleash my tongue to lave her perianal area. I lick up her sweet juices while I rapidly shove my fingers in and out of her most private body parts. Maddy writhes, and moans with pleasure, and when I think she can withstand nothing more I throw her legs up high and plunge my cock into her ass.

She screams, but not with pain. Maddy loves to have things in her ass. Cock, dildoe, fingers, tongue are all welcome in her shit-chute. I pump with long powerful strokes pushing her ever closer to the major orgasm building in her body. Her orgasm was not the only one I was concerned about; my own was approaching with every stroke. At last I climbed the mountain and reach the crest with a huge squirting of seminal juices and sperm into the deepest recesses of Maddy’s rectum. As she feels my hot sex juices wash along her anal walls she too erupts into orgasm; an orgasm as pleasurable as any she has ever known before. Our muscles become tense. Our mouths yell. Our bodies collapse. It was not our normal habit, but the intensity and passion of our actions exhausts us and we sleep in each other’s arms until the bright light of sunrise forces our eyes awake.

Sun shining through his window also awakens Robert Bushman. It wasn’t difficult, as he slept fitfully because of concern created by the caller. He thought the incidents of that infamous day were behind him, but clearly someone remained who knew what had happened. Bushman punched in a number on his cell-phone; “Andrew, do you have any new information?” He knew there wasn’t any, but he had to ask; Andrew would have called him with any news. In a brusque manner, before hanging up the phone, Bushman said; “Meet me at 10 in the Watergate office.” He racked his brain, but nowhere was there any clue as to whom, and how much they knew.

As the sun rose over the Maryland mountain tops Bill Jones could feel the hard-on between his legs. It was a pisser, but why waste a perfectly good erection. There were several people within his immediate reach to act as a receptacle for his cum juices. The closest was Toni, his 18-year-old daughter. She was a beautiful girl with honey-blond hair, nice round tits, and an absolutely perfect ass; perfect to take his nine-inch cock. Bill was one of those men who exceeded the norm by more than a couple of inches.

Toni was able to sense her dad as he came near her. Of all the men she regularly fucked her Daddy was her favorite. The man’s cock was huge, and he knew how to use it to make a woman feel good. He could put his cock in any of her holes any time he wanted, but she knew there was only one hole that would interest him this time of morning; he would slip that monster cock up her ass, piss inside her lower bowel, and then literally fuck the piss and shit out of her. As Bill neared, Toni rose on to her knees, grabbed and spread her ass cheeks to expose the little brown hole for his exploitation. 

The woman was so experienced she could relax and permit the hard piece of man-meat to slide with ease into her anal opening. “Good morning Daddy, does a little bit of ass-fucking interest you? Daddy, please do me my favorite way. You know, piss in my asshole before you start pounding; you know how much I like that.” Bill likes it that way also, and is more than happy to accommodate his daughter’s request. He shoves his boner into her cunt to get it wet, and then into her exposed anus until he is as tight against her butt cheeks as he can get, and after Toni slightly relaxes her anal sphincter he allows his bladder to empty. The depravity of pissing in his daughter’s ass adds multiples to the excitement level; adds beyond the sensations of Toni’s anal walls contracting around and rubbing his cock. An additional excitement comes from the mental visualization of his piss impacting on Toni’s turds; it acts much like a hydraulic mining hose and an enema. 




Retribution Ch. 1



Here is a rule about anal sex, if you want to fuck ass you have to like shit; Bill likes shit, and he especially likes to see Toni’s shit leak out around his cock when he fucks her ass. Every time he pushes his cock deep into her rectum a squish of runny shit slides out the gap between her sphincter lining and his cock. In and out he pounds until at last Toni moans, and shudders with pleasure. Shortly there after Bill also shudders, then pounds with intense single strokes before he adds one more type of liquid to Toni’s ass; his sperm-laden seminal fluid. When the fuck is over, and Bill withdraws his rapidly shrinking cock he proudly observes two final scenes; Toni turning to lick his cock clean, and the massive expulsion of Toni’s shit and his piss from his daughter’s ass. 

The sun is shining brightly, and Roger, after taking a morning leak, crawls back into bed and looks lovingly at Maddy. He is more than ready to fulfill his promise from last night if that is still what Maddy wants. Roger watches her, and from his perspective what seems to be madding slowness, Maddy emerges from her sleep. “Morning Roger. I love you so much. You will never know the depth of my feelings for you Baby. Let me pee then we have to talk.” She moves quickly to the bathroom; Roger watches the sensuous sway of her hips on the outward trip and the bounce of her breasts and nipples on the return.

“Roger, the answer to the question hanging off your face is I’ve simply decided it’s time. I can’t explain why after two decades I now want to be your wife. Just accept that I love you, and now is the time. One other thing; do you think you can get it up again? My pussy didn’t get any last night.” 

There was a challenge to manhood if I have ever heard one. “Can I get it up again? Is the Pope catholic? Is a rabbi Jewish? Does a bear that lives in the woods shit in the woods? Just put your poor deprived pussy here on my face and watch the magic as “Mighty Cock” begins to rise.“ Maddy straddles my face, and as her juices begin to flow past my nose and across my lips the erection she was in search of begins to appear.

“My O my, you do have another one in you. ….At least for show, but can it perform?” Maddy moves her cunt off my face, down my torso, and quickly sheathes my manly sword in the dripping wet folds of her womanly scabbard. She engulfs me, and the lifting of my hips to stab into her, makes it seem similar to a knife as it passes through soft butter. She moans with delight. I moan with delight. Then we begin the mutual movements that rub our sexual members together once again taking us on that road to physical heaven; in other words we fuck, cum hard, and then bask in a post-coital glow. With a jarring jolt the radio alarm clock sounds.

“Damn, Roger!” Maddy screams as she jumps into her clothes, and heads toward the door. “I’ve gotta run to make it to my first meeting. Don’t even have time to shower. Oh well, everybody will know what I was up to last night; hope it makes them jealous. If I get some time this afternoon I’ll start looking into the Bushman situation. Oh, Roger, I’ve got another surprise for you tonight; meet me at my place for dinner at 7. Love you. Bye.” 

Roger didn’t hold out much hope of being able to get his hands on Bushman’s itinerary for April 15, 2000, and even if he did obtain a copy he doubted if it would be correct. If the mere mention of the date shook the man that much he would certainly remove any pointers. Roger placed a call to Bushman’s public office; “Good morning, Bushman Ministry’s, how may I help you?” 

“Hello, my name is Roger James, I’m a doctoral candidate at George Mason University, and I’m hoping you can help me with some research.” Roger presented his ploy about the national and international impact of evangelists such as Bushman, Billy Graham, and others. “What I’m hoping to obtain from Rev. Bushman is a complete set of daily itineraries for the years 1998 thru 2001. Is it possible to obtain those?” 

“Mr. James, since we are a private organization we are not obliged to provide that kind of information, and normally we do not. However, in view of your research position if you will leave me a contact number, I will ask Rev. Bushman for his permission.”

The ball was rolling. At worst, Bushman would say no. At best, everything would fall into Roger’s hands like manna from heaven. The questions now were what other means of obtaining the information was available if Bushman did say no, and what to do with the information if he ever got it.



Retribution Ch. 2



Author’s Note: This is chapter two of a four-chapter original work of fiction. Some of the locations are authentic, but none of the characters or events are real.

Chapter One ended with as Roger asked the secretary at Bushman Ministries for copies of Rev. Bushman’s daily itineraries for the past several years.

CHAPTER 2

Gail Jones always found it arousing to watch her husband Bill fuck their daughter. This was particularly true when Bill’s cock was pumping the shit out of Toni’s ass. Gail enjoyed it when Bill did it to her, but sometimes it was fun to watch. Now, every stroke made her passion increase, but she didn’t want to play by herself this morning, and she could see neither Bill nor Toni were in any condition to help her. Tom, Gail’s 20-year-old son asleep on the couch across the room was a possible solution, but only if she wanted the dominant position using her double headed dildoe to fuck his ass. Tom was a little strange about sex, and it was Bushman’s fault. Another option, Tanya Adams, walked naked through the bedroom door.

“Tanya” Gail whispered; “its a little smelly right now. Bill just took Toni’s ass; we’ll clean up in a little while. Listen Babe, I’m …. Fuck this nice approach. You fancy a girl to girl fuck?” 

Tanya nodded yes and flung herself onto the bed beside Gail. Following a brief, but passionate kiss the women took the position of one-face-one-crotch and commenced to suck pussy as if it was the last time ever. They couldn’t tell you how, through multiple orgasms, they maintained their focus on the other. What they could say was as one tongue licked up the other licked down until Tanya spoke; “Wait, let’s try something different. Spin around and put your pussy on mine. That’s right; grab my leg like I’m grabbing yours. Now grind that wet cunt of yours on my sopping wet pussy.”

Pussy lips and clits rushed to make contact with their counter parts. The women rubbed and squirmed with unpracticed movements until passion took control and they moved to satisfy themselves; not their partner. Gail preferred a back and forth sliding action while Tanya was very much into a circular rubbing and pounding motion. Both types of movement contributed to the ultimate satisfaction of the women. Both women came with in a staccato of hammering hip movements that left them washrag limp, but oh so very satisfied. 

Bushman looked through the Watergate Hotel office window at his view of the Potomac River. Downstream on the left was the Lincoln Memorial, and across the river he could see the Pentagon, and planes taking off from Regan National Airport. “Andrew, I thought we had this under control. How could anybody know about what happened that day?”

“Bob, I can’t answer that, but clearly someone knows. Now we, you, have to decide how to deal with it. Seems to me at the extreme ends of the options are go public, or exterminate. One publicly destroys you while the other only harms you if someone finds out about it.”

“Whoa, slow down. Who do we exterminate? Are you serious; you would kill someone to keep the secret?”

“You know I would; that is the way YOU trained me!”

Bushman grinned then said; “First step, find out who called. Get the program to give you the call-in files. Ask them nice. We can apply leverage later if necessary. Second; arrange for the committee to meet at the lake house tomorrow evening. Third; arrange for the appropriate entertainment and food. Do you have anything else we need to discuss?” Whitaker departed, and Bob Bushman continued to stare out the window.

Tapping into the television station’s telecommunication system was child’s play for Maddy Davies. Getting in was easy, but finding exactly what she needed was another story. The station had ten fulltime lines with an additional fifty part-time lines to use for call-in shows such as telethons, and interview programs all served by the same 1-800 number, and while Maddy knew the general time frame there were still a large number of calls. To find “the call” might require Roger doing some extensive legwork, but some people have the luck of angels, and today it was Maddy; sticking out like hard-ons at church were two calls from the same area code and exchange in western Maryland; the rural part of western Maryland near Camp David. What made them extra lucky was a flag on each indicating the system’s recording was still active. After finding the files it took Maddy very little time to collect what she needed. She then re-coded the computer to keep the messages on file, but not accessible to anyone but her. As far as the world would know the messages didn’t exist.

Maddy’s next task was to connect a telephone number with a physical address. The first number was a dead end for further knowledge; it was a pay phone located between the men’s and women’s rooms at a little restaurant called Jones’ Catfish Parlor. In the early evening on any day of the week the place was packed. To the general public they served excellent food at very reasonable prices, but to those with a more discriminating palate there was a private dining room in back where Chef Charly Ba?ass prepared gourmet meals, and had the wine to match. The second number was more promising; a listing in the name of Jake Adams for a private residence near Lake Cumangetalittle. 

  Roger rang the doorbell, and when Maddy opened the door he knew her news was good. She stood before him, her shoulder-length honey-blond hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. She wore a pale blue, shear, diaphanous gown that hid nothing of her body she desired him to see. Underneath the gown she wore a matching blue negligee with a lacy bodice that concealed the shape and color of her tits, and a dark blue thong panty. Only occasionally did Maddy greet him like this, and it was always when she had good news or a surprise; tonight he hoped there were both.

“Hi Roger, close you mouth. Like what you see? Later on, if you’re a good little boy, you’re going to see more, but right now let me tell you what I discovered. She quickly briefed him about her trip inside the television station’s computer system and what she found. “If you can walk tomorrow I think it might be worth your time to call on this private number. The timing between the two calls is about right, and my guess is this is the source for the call that really upset Bushman.”

“What do you mean if I can walk?”

“Well I have a surprise for you, and after the night is over you may not have the ability or desire to walk away from me. …….. When we watch porn, hard or soft, and a woman enters what is the first thing you look at? I mean before her face or tits.  STOP! Don’t answer; let me do it for you. The first thing you look at is her pussy to see if she is natural, partial, or bald. Is that correct? Of course it’s correct because you always point out the bald ones to me hoping I’ll take the hint and shave off my pussy hair. Tonight dear, as a gift for accepting my proposal of marriage you get to shave as much of my pussy hair as you desire.”

Maddy led Roger to the bedroom then said; “Do you want to have me one more time before you shave off all the hair from my innocent little pussy?” Maddy hoped he would say no. She was dripping with excitement, and wanted him to get started with the removal of the hair around her pussy and ass. In hopes of guiding him along there was a huge, thick beach towel on the bed, along with a safety razor, shaving cream, basin of  warm water, towels, and lotion on the bedside table. “If you don’t want to fuck me this last hairy time I’m ready for you to shave as much hair as you want from the top of my pussy mound all the way back around my asshole.”

Roger saw and heard everything, but nonetheless was in a state of shock. He had tried for a long time to get Maddy to remove her pussy hair. It wasn’t that he found it ugly, but he was tired of constantly pulling hair from between his teeth, or having to unwrap them from around his tongue. Besides that, he thought the no-hair look was extremely sexy.  “We can fuck later. I want to be fresh and hard when I pummel your hairless vaginal area with my cock.”

“Hairless cock.”

“What’s that you say?”

“Hairless cock. Whatever you shave off me I will shave off you before we fuck. Do you agree?”

Roger thought about it for a moment then agreed to Maddy’s proviso. He then started to undress the magnificent creature before him, but Maddy had other ideas. “No nakedness. You must expose only the minimum necessary to shave what you want to shave, but you won’t see me naked until you’re done and I have shaved you.” This was difficult for both of them; Roger couldn’t remember the last time he had pre-cum leaking from his cock so copiously, and Maddy was as turned-on as ever in her life. The thrill of the blade caressing her skin, plus Roger manipulating, stretching, and tightening her pussy lips were causing her to drip excessively. Was the wetness on the towel caused by dripping water or Maddy juice? When he was through Roger had removed every hair from Maddy’s clit back to her asshole. Above her clit, in a moment of artistic whimsy, Roger had not shaven a narrow strip of hair much like a vertical Clark Gable moustache. He looked proudly at his work and said; “I’m done; your turn now.”

Maddy checked herself in the mirror to see what her lover had done. She found it exciting to see and feel the newly bared skin. The skin had a different feel as she caressed it with her fingers. Had Roger not been waiting she would have taken the time to finger herself to orgasm right there, but a new look waited for Roger; a new look that only she would create. 

      Maddy made Roger remove his trousers and underwear, and she laughed when the steel spring in his erect, and soon to be hairless cock caused it to move with force and speed to point at his head. Roger is a hairy man, and the removal of hair from his cock, balls, taint, anus, and general pubic area took quite some time. To his credit, he never flinched from the blade no matter how close it was to the head of his dick, scrotum, or asshole. He took it like a man until just before Maddy finished cleaning him. Then he really took it like a man when she, without warning, jammed two fingers up his ass. Roger, his body much tenser than he would have ever admitted, arched clear of the bed before he realized something pleasurable was happening. His fear at the sudden intrusion into his ass passed quickly as Maddy’s fingers began to massage his prostate. Very soon his concentration was focused on the walnut size gland while most other parts of his body relaxed; place emphasis on most parts, but not his cock, balls, or any other part involved in the orgasm producing process. Maddy loved the reaction she obtained from Roger as she ran her fingers in and out of his asshole. That reaction was not new. She had caused it to happen on other occasions, The new item was Maddy had never shaven a man in this manner before; it was one more step along the path of  her sexual being.

Since her birth Maddy had innocently exuded a sexual presence. Until she reached puberty she was a sexual creature in development, but that development took a radical step forward when she returned home after her graduation from junior high school. Her boyfriend kissed her at the door, she walked in, and her family pounced upon her. That night, and throughout the weekend, her father, mother, sister, and two brothers repeatedly fucked every hole of her body. In Maddy’s mind it began as a rape against which she physically and mentally resisted valiantly, but as her body reacted to their ministrations her mental resistance waned, and the situation changed to what her family had hoped she would experience; a multiple orgasm climb into sexual ecstasy. Ever since that day Maddy had enjoyed anything sexual, but she had a particular fondness for the sensation of rubbing her fingers along a bowel lining; preferably someone else’s, but in a pinch was quite happy to feel her own. With regard to whose bowel lining she rubbed she wasn’t overly selective; anybody’s ass gave her pleasure, but it was particularly pleasurable with Roger. His ass lining was like all others, but there existed a mental and emotional bond between them that added emphasis to her tactile sensations. At the end of shaving his crotch clean of hair, and as she continued her combination movements thrusting in and out of his asshole feeling the bowel lining, and massaging his prostate gland, she thought back to the day when they first met.

It was the first day of student orientation at what was then Tarleton State College. The day was hectic just like any other first day at any other college or university. Even now, twenty plus years later,  Maddy didn’t truly understand why she decided to attend there, but it was fortuitous because it was on that day, in that hot, humid, God forsaken conservative hell-hole called central Texas that Roger knocked her down, fell on top of her, slipped his hand up the leg of her baggy shorts, and copped a feel of her pantyless naked pussy. Hot, humid, and God-forsaken are givens, but the rest of the story, while appearing very scintillating, is somewhat more innocent. 
      We were moving into the dorm, and because of the heat I was wearing as little as I could get by with; an extra large sleeveless blouse without a bra so that every once in a while someone got a better than normal view of one of my tits, and a pair of loose leg shorts under which I had on no panties. Airflow was a big issue that day with the temperature right at 103 F, and the humidity level around 95%. 

   The doors of the dorm were labeled IN and OUT for one-way traffic, but for an unexplained reason, and I don’t know which of us was wrong, I carried a full armload of possessions through a door just as Roger, who was watching elsewhere, tried to exit through the same door; we collided and sprawled to the floor. Roger ended up on top of me, and his bare right hand was inside the leg of my shorts pressed firmly against my equally bare, and constantly horny, wet pussy.

He started to move, but I quickly said; “Stop, stay exactly as you are. I want to check you out….. I mean I want to do a system check on me before I move.” Making his body remain still was easy, but to keep his true-blue heterosexual fingers from exploring my pussy hair and wet lips was impossible. Show me a normal teenage male that can do that and I’ll show you someone who is numb from the wrist down. Later I found out it was only the second pussy Roger had ever touched.  

“I’m sorry.” He said; “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I think so, except for the part where your hand is, it feels a bit wet.” I watched him squirm, turn red, and bashfully look away; he was a beautiful innocent babe. Not that I was so experienced. Yes, dicks and dildoes had penetrated my holes, but that doesn’t mean you know or understand anything. What I did know was this boy was causing my horniness level to increase rapidly. “I don’t mean to embarrass you, but I like the way you feel on top of me. I like the way your hand feels on my cunt. I like your face. If you’ll get off me and give me some help with my things I bet I’ll like your cock where your hand is now.”

All of this brazen conversation took maybe thirty seconds so nothing seemed amiss to those around us as they came to help. We got up, and I looked the boy in the face; “Look, if what I said is too strong I’m sorry, but I believe in asking for what I want. Right now I’m very tired, thirsty, horny, and as you know I have a very wet pussy. My roommate won’t arrive until tomorrow so does a visit to my room interest you?” With his mouth about to drag the floor, and his eye afire with excitement, he nodded yes.


We collected my bags, went to the air-conditioned dorm room, and collapsed on the bed. “I’m Maddy, Maddy Davies from Houston. Who are you?”

“Hi, call me Roger, Roger Green, nice to meet you. I live just south of Lubbock. Were you serious about what you said back there?

Maddy rolled from her back onto her side toward him and reached with her free hand to grasp the hard lump in his trousers. “Roger, listen carefully. When a fuck is up for offer I am always very serious. Never, ever doubt that!”

Roger looked like a trapped animal. He wanted to act macho, but in honesty he was a virgin whose past experience with girls had seldom gotten past light petting. “There’s an innocent quality about you which suggests we are about to do something you have never done before. Don’t act the big man for me, be honest; are you a virgin?” His ego was deflated, but he had the good sense to nod yes. “Good. This is my first time too.” Maddy paused to look at his confused expression. “Don’t be silly. Not to fuck. I’ve been fucking for years, but I’ve never fucked a virgin. Relax, we all have to start somewhere, and I promise by the time I get through you will be a man, and you will enjoy yourself.”

She guided him, and in a sense both of them, along the path of sexual exploration. Each piece of clothing they removed provided another area for sensual investigation. Each exposed erogenous zone created a direct pleasure pathway to the central nervous system’s Orgasm Control Complex. They each used their eyes, hands, lips, and body’s to explore and arouse the other; Maddy showed Roger the basics and then guided him in how to pleasure her. He was a quick and daring learner who was anxious to please. Almost everything, in reality everything, was new to him, and he was curious to know about tits, nipples, and the other excitement zones on Maddy’s body, but he was most interested in learning about the hairy juncture between her legs. 

His hand had visited the furry triangle once, but he was ready to return, and after he explored her with his fingers, much like a moth to a flame, he was drawn to the smell and taste of her womanhood. She guided his hands showing him how to caress, rub, and stroke her body. She placed his mouth on her nipples and showed him how to lick, suck, and employ his teeth; all this she did before she maneuvered his willing face and tongue between her legs. Once she had his face lodged in the fur covering her nether parts she told him to be gentle with all his exploration tools, and that he was not yet to try and put his dick inside her; that was for later.

With infinitesimal slowness, almost a complete contradiction in terms for an eighteen-year-old male, but a slowness that to this day Maddy finds as arousing as anything she has ever experienced, Roger employed his tongue, nose, and fingers to feel out each nook and granny of her vulva. Up and down the outside and inside of her pussy lips he wandered. Around and into her pussy hole he delved. Each move simultaneously heightened her excitement and frustration levels until she could stand it no longer. When that point was reached, Maddy forced Roger’s mouth and tongue onto the nodule of sensitive nerve endings called her clitoris. “Suck, lick, and nibble that you fucking Goat Roper.” [Goat Roper - A derogatory term of endearment by those of us with some civilized upbringing toward those who think it is cool to wear funny-looking hats and pointy-toed boots] He followed her directions, gaining confidence with each of her reactions. Each time she moaned or whimpered he knew he had performed correctly. 

“You have one more oral lesson before we move to the main course. Push my knees up high toward my head. Now, with your eyes wide open so you can see what you’re doing, use your mouth and tongue to lick, taste, arouse, and open my asshole. I love this stuff Roger. Do it right and you have a good chance of fucking me there later.”

The time for Roger being shocked by anything this beautiful, sexy, sensuous, dirty minded girl said or asked passed long ago. He had never considered licking an ass, but all the rest she had shown him was fun, tasty, and very arousing so why not this. He had trusted her this far, so why not a little further. He looked at the beautifulness of her pink pussy then at the crinkled brownish-gray area of her asshole. She was visually clean and while the area had a slightly earthy smell it was pleasant and exciting. He tentatively extended his tongue exploring the texture difference of her skin at the orifice and the surrounding area; there was a slight difference that added excitement to his actions.




Retribution Ch. 2



“Roger, open me with your tongue, and then with your fingers.” Maddy directed. She was on fire, and needed him to move along, but she did not want to move him so fast he became scared.

As directed, Roger stiffened his tongue and attempted to pierce into her rectum. At first the muscle tissue resisted his efforts, but then a slight opening emerged; an opening that he enlarged until he could penetrate to the utmost length of his lingual member. With the maximum effort of his tongue attained, Roger made preparations to insert a finger, but before he could do so she made him pause; “Stop, I want to give as well as receive. Turn around so I can get to your cock, balls, and asshole.” Roger complied, but with a certain degree of apprehension; it was one thing to play with a woman’s ass, but something completely different to play with his. He did not want to give the impression he was a fag, while at the same time he did want to cease being a virgin. In his mind Roger quickly evaluated the situation. This was his first ever serious opportunity to get laid, and if it required access to his ass; well what the hell. Roger completed Maddy’s tasking then plunged one, immediately followed by a second finger inside her rectum; he plunged then waited. 

When Maddy had Roger’s crotch in the proper position she began to use her sense of sight, touch, and taste  to explore his exposed private parts. Roger has what is considered a normal size penis; 6 to 6½” long by 1½” in diameter attached to a normal size pair of testicles. Maddy ignored the head of his dick because to touch it would have meant instant orgasm for the young man. Instead she licked, and wetted the entire length of his penile shaft before she shifted her concentration to his balls; taking them into her mouth; licking and sucking them singularly and together. But, she was not content with Roger’s testicles; she also wanted him to experienced his first anal penetration; penetration by one or more of her fingers. 


In the process of laving Roger’s balls a large amount of saliva ran across his ass completely wetting the surrounding area. Maddy, for Roger’s sake, tentatively and lightly rubbed her finger across and around the entry to his bowel; strange to call it an entry when clearly the anus was an exit point. The first time she did it he totally tensed his body, but with each subsequent touch he relaxed more and more. He relaxed to the point that when she began to run her fingers in circles around the outer edge barely penetrating into the orifice he actually moaned in a pleasurable manner. To Maddy, his reaction signaled it was time to act, and without ceremony she quickly inserted two fingers past his sphincter. She plunged, paused, withdrew, and then plunged again, and again, and again. So intense was her piston like action past his sphincter, and the interlocked pressure applied to his prostate that Roger erupted in a mind and body shattering orgasm; his hot, sticky, cum juice squirted between their bodies. 

The sensations built quickly in Roger. He was near before she finger-fucked his ass, but when she did that he exploded. Never, in his wildest imagination, had it ever entered his mind that something stuck up his ass could cause him to cum. Not only did he cum, but the quality of his orgasm was wonderful. He was completely drained both physically and mentally; the girl was teaching him things of which he had no knowledge; wonderful things of which he wanted to learn more.

At age eighteen a human male is nothing more than a walking, talking hormone production unit. As such, the recovery time from one ejaculation to the next is very short. In this instance Roger never lost his erection. They shifted positions, Maddy guided his prick to her vaginal entry, and they both shoved; one enveloping a male member while the other used a male member to strike toward the quintessential depth of a female. As Roger’s hard, rigid, man-pole slid along the smooth, velvety surfaces of Maddy’s cunt his name was struck for the list of virgins. He pumped his hips, and in the manner of most selfish teenagers he took himself to orgasm without concern for his partner. Maddy allowed it to happen this one time so he could say he was in control as he transitioned sexually from a boy to a man; this one time he was not required to show consideration and restraint. This one time happened before he was considered well trained, but do not be concerned for Maddy’s pleasure and satisfaction, she experienced both as Roger pounded her pussy.

At last he began to shrink, but before he could withdraw from her pussy, Maddy began his training by saying; “Not so fast! You made that mess now use your tongue and mouth to clean it up.”

“Eat my own cum; no way.”

“Yes way; it tastes like me now, and you like that.” Then with a slightly ominous tone; “Besides, if you ever want to put your dick in this body again you’ll get your face down there.”

Just as he had done ever since their collision at the dorm’s front door Roger obeyed. In a very fluid movement he withdrew his cock from her pussy, and covered her vulva with his mouth. His actions were neither tentative, nor half-assed; Roger did Maddy’s bidding with enthusiasm, and he discovered he liked the feeling and taste of their combined cum sauce. He sucked and licked until no more juices were detectable, and then sat up only to hear the words; “Kiss me. I want to lick our juices off your face!” Roger obeyed.

Before that day was over they completed the transfer of all their possessions from cars into dorm rooms. In between trips they found time to eat pussy, suck cock, abuse each other’s assholes, and fuck in a variety of positions; twenty plus years later they were still involved in those same activities. Maddy’s thoughts returned to the present situation, and while running her fingers along Rogers rectum was one of her favorite activities, she knew they needed something more; they needed their first hairless fuck and orgasm. She proceeded to give them exactly that.



Retribution Ch. 3



Retribution Author’s Note: This is chapter three of a four-chapter original work of fiction. Some of the locations are authentic, but none of the names and events is real.

When we departed Chapter Two Maddy and Roger were just getting ready for their first hairless fuck.

Chapter Three

Jake and Bill had been friends since childhood. They played sports, hunted and fished, worked together at the same factory, acted as each other’s best man, and they shared everything including political views, religious perspectives, and they had fucked each wives and offspring as the children came of age. In reality they had a multi-family incestuous group marriage except they lived in separate homes; of course the houses were next door to each other because they didn’t want to upset their parents or arouse suspicion among the neighbors. They had shared everything from early in their lives, and now they had to share something else; something unpleasant.

Tom was Bill and Gail’s oldest child, Jake and Tanya’s godchild, and something was wrong. When he came home from college after his freshman year (two years past) his entire personality had changed; it had changed in the short period between Easter and finals. Someone or something had dramatically altered Tom’s outlook on life. From a happy, caring, extroverted young man he had changed to a sullen, mean to the point of cruelty, introverted asshole. Tom was now a person who would have made Mr. Scrooge proud; a person from whom no happiness escaped. 

For two years, from the day of his return from school until roughly six weeks ago he had given no indication of why the huge change in his life. He just moved straight ahead as if everything was normal, but it wasn’t normal, and no amount of pretending could change that fact. The first chink in the wall of ice Tom built around himself occurred when Jake and Bill took him on a weeklong fishing trip. An unplanned part of the trip was the opportunity to listen as Tom talked in his sleep. Tom’s nighttime ramblings covered a gamut of emotions from happy to sad, and included some very worrisome episodes of total fear; complete and total fear always associated with the name Robert Bushman.

Slowly, over the next few weeks, the adults were able to put just enough information together to understand Tom had gone to an off campus meeting on April 15, 2000 (Tax Day) hosted by Bushman Ministries. From that time to this he was a changed man with no conscious memory of what happened.

At the lake cabin the phone rang; “Mr. Adams? My name is Roger Green. I’m a freelance writer and reporter working out of Washington. Mr. Adams I’ve received information from a reliable source that three days ago a telephone call was placed from your number to the television program “The American Right;” a call, that to my great delight and pleasure very much upset the guest Rev. Robert Bushman. ----- Mr. Adams is my information correct?”

“What if it is, why should I talk with you about it?”

“There’s no reason you should other than I don’t care for Bushman, and I’m always looking for a story to put him in his place. I will say this though; Bushman is a very powerful individual. He’s not someone you want to anger without considerable backup. My associates were very lucky to access your phone information. If we can do it so can Bushman. Right now the path that led me to you is blocked, but at best it is temporary. I don’t know how long the block will hold if Bushman wants to find you.”

“Is that a threat?”

“No sir. I didn’t mean it to sound that way; you do as you please without regard to me. We put a block in place that will last as long as it lasts. I’m just saying it might be a good idea to cover your ass, so to speak; Mr. Adams would you be willing to meet with me and my associate Maddy Davies?” Jake agreed. 

The meeting was set for 4:30 that afternoon at Jones’ Catfish Parlor. Maddy and Roger knew they’d arrived first because there were no other cars around. They entered and sat in a very large circular booth near the back. Maddy sat with her back to the entrance so Roger could monitor the door. 

“May I help you?” a tall, busty, bleach blond waitress with the name Marla on her tag asked.

“We’re expecting some other folks shortly. I’ll have some coffee; how about you Maddy?”

Marla departed, and returned shortly with two large cups of steaming coffee and all the trimmings. The coffee was three things; very potent, very hot, and very tasty. “Marla, when the rest of our party arrives would you please bring coffee for them also? Thanks.”

Jake, Tanya, Bill, and Gail arrived a few minutes later. Roger rose from the booth; “Are you Mr. Adams? We have the booth in the back would you please join us.” Introductions were made, coffee was brought, and then many questions were asked and answered in group fashion; peeling off the layers, and getting to the fact they knew very little. Despite the limited knowledge, the discussion continued through dinner, and then was adjourned to the lake cabin.

As they arrived, and Roger the setting he whispered to Maddy; “This is just beautiful. I might go broke with a place like this as I sure wouldn’t want to go into the city to work.” Maddy agreed. During their brief tour Maddy saw the computer center and asked if she could check her e-mail. Bill told them it was a very limited system, but she was welcome to try. No one had told them the qualification of the lady at the computer; she was simply introduced as Maddy, Roger’s associate.

Bill was correct when he said limited, but Maddy’s expertise shone, and she was quickly online to her company office. Through a real-time Internet exchange that reasonably precluded a trace to her present site, Maddy began to hack her way into the files of Bushman Ministries. “What’s she doing now?” asked Jake.

“My guess is poking her nose in where it doesn’t belong, or at least isn’t wanted. I didn’t tell you when I introduced her, but Maddy is a computer genius. It was because of her I was able to find you.”

Maddy turned away from the screen and waved; “Roger, come here a moment please.”

“Yes, what you got?”

“I’ve located Bushman’s schedules for everyday of the past two decades; everyday except 10 thru 20 April 2000. If I didn’t know better I might think something was not right in Whoooville.”

Just then two totally naked, very sloshed, as in drunk, young people came bounding through the door. They didn’t see Maddy and Roger in the corner so began to act in their normal fashion. The girl led the way addressing each adult by name, placing a passionate kiss on their mouths, and then groping their genitals. A very interesting point was the girl addressed Jake and Tanya by their given names, but Bill and Gail she called Mom and Dad as did the young man who followed her. Toni and Tom had arrived on scene, and in the flash of a moment had revealed the family secret to two complete strangers; a reporter and a computer genius.

Gail and Tanya both looked at Maddy and Greg as if begging them to say nothing. “Don’t worry ladies. Your family secrets are safe with us”

Maddy poked Roger in the ribs and whispered; “That’s Tom, the one with the problems isn’t? If it is he looks pretty normal and happy right now.”

“I was noticing that also. Let me check with Bill. I’ll be right back.” 

“Bill, is this mood normal for Tom?”

“It was until two years ago. He use to have a few, get happy, and talk your head off.”

“You think that might happen now?” Roger asked as he handed Bill a six-pack of Buds.

Over the next hour Maddy and Roger observed a very interesting family interaction. They were there, but nobody seemed to notice as the adults acted quickly to take advantage of Tom’s condition. They removed their clothes, and gathered around him as he sat by the fireplace where Bill had started a small, but comforting fire. When Tom asked for something to drink it was provided. If he wanted a feel it was given freely. At last he appeared to feel relaxed and safe. It was then he began to talk, and when he started to talk we all listened attentively; all except Jake who had taken Toni to the back room to keep her occupied and quite; in other words fuck her until she passed out.

Tom rambled for a long time, but with some gentle questions from Bill and Gail he began to talk of the events around April 15, 2000. In the rambling manner and slightly slurred voice of a person who has drank too much, Tom told his story; “You know I used to act this way all the time. At college we got drunk every weekend and sometimes during the week, but I’ll never do it at school again.”

“Why not get drunk at school?” Bill gently prodded.

“Too dangerous, Dad! Did you know getting drunk at school can get you raped and killed? That’s right, happened to three of friends of mine a couple of years ago.”

“Wow, it was wild in my days, but KILLED? Are you sure about that?” Gail asked disbelievingly. 

“Yea Mom, I’m sure. I saw it happen. I may be drunk, but I’ll never forget that night …”

My friends, Randy Stock, Paul Smith, Janice Williams, and I, to fulfill a community service requirement at school, volunteered to help at a soup kitchen sponsored by the Bushman Ministry’s. It was unexpected, but Robert Bushman, with the ministry’s board of directors made an appearance just after four that afternoon. What was even more surprising was they invited all the staff and volunteers to an outdoor burger-broil that evening. Not being people to turn down free food, we all attended. 

It was a good time with about twenty-five volunteers, some staff from the kitchen, and off to the side was Bushman with five or six associates. The only ones I recognized were the television guy Andrew Whittaker, and those two way-to-the-right Sunday evangelists William Powers and Jerome Watkins. The others I didn’t know. We were all having an okay time, but it got better when we saw Bushman down a can of Foster’s; the entire character of the party changed from food to beer.

I don’t remember how many I drank, but it was quite a few, and then I remember nothing. The first time I woke up I was lying behind some bushes away from the fire, and most of the people had departed. The only ones remaining that I saw were Randy, Paul, Janice, the Bushman group, and two very large men I hadn’t seen before. All of them were gathered around the fire talking. 

The next time I awoke the situation was different. My friends, who appeared to have passed out, were naked, and tied over a large log. Randy and Paul were face down with their butts upward, while Janice was bent backward with her legs spread very wide. If that wasn’t strange enough, Bushman and the old guys were also naked with yellow and red stripes painted down their arms and legs, and they all had hard-ons. It was like a strange Viagra rite as they danced around the fire waving their erect dicks in the air.

The two big guys, also naked, walked into my field of vision carrying buckets full of water they splashed on my friends returning them to consciousness. The spewed and sputtered, and when Janice realized her position it became very loud with her screams. Randy and Paul joined her until none of them could scream anymore. It was only then that Bushman approached; “The three of you are very fortunate. We have chosen you as the vehicles we will use to praise God. You will look back on this day with fond and pleasurable memories. As you can see there is nothing within in your power to change your fate. Relax; absorb the essences of our religious beings.”

One by one my friends were raped again, and again, and then again. The only lubrication any of them had on their holes was blood that flowed from their first fuck. The very proper religious freaks plugged their chemically erected members into one hole then another. Janice had it the worse, because of the way she was tied the men had access to either of her holes, and they filled both of them repeatedly. Not only were the older guys involved, but the two big studs also participated. When I say big studs I am referring to their cocks. They each had to be at least a foot long, and as big around as my wrist. Each time one of them entered my friends there was renewed attempts at screaming, but all that emerged was a dull, raspy, croak.

How long this took I don’t know. It seemed like hours, but it might have been only minutes. Janice, Paul, and Randy were fucked until they were limp rags, and I don’t think any of them ever had one bit of pleasure from it. That’s a shame; because of all the people I know at college they were the most likely to have willingly fucked with those men through the night. What makes it worse is I did experience pleasure. I couldn’t help it. All the fucking made me hard and I beat off a few times. It’s not like I was big enough or had enough courage to make them stop, or to even run away. Had they known I was there they would have stretched me across a log.

After several rounds of fucks, everyone was exhausted; everyone except Randy, Paul, and Janice. They were beyond exhaustion; they were dead. I guess they died from drugs or something. Let’s face it, fucking, even as emotionally and physically traumatic as they experienced would not have kill them almost simultaneously. 

“Are they done?” One of the old guys asked. Just to be sure he tested the pulse of each, and to make doubly sure he stuck a very large needle into each body several times. It seemed he received as much pleasure via the needle as he did from his puny prick; now that his erection had subsided he was the owner of a puny prick. “No pulse and no reaction to pain. They’re dead.”

The two big men untied the bodies, and did the most horrible thing I have ever seen. They used very sharp knives to dismember my friends, put the parts in large garbage bags, and then after thoroughly cleaning the area everyone departed.

I didn’t know what to do. I was hung over, sick from my head throbbing and from what I had witnessed, and I was extremely scared. First I thought to tell the police, but no one would ever believe me against the word of Robert Bushman. The more I thought about it there was nothing I could do except keep my mouth shut. My plan was to say nothing until an investigation began into the disappearance of my friends. That investigation never happened, because Randy, Paul, and Janice all who lived out of state, withdrew from school the next day, and were seen driving away from campus together in Paul’s van.

The story was out, and Tom relaxed into the oblivion of alcohol. Roger addressed everyone; “That’s almost unbelievable; what a terrible load of shit, shitty shit, he’s been carrying around! It is either completely true, or he has an exceptionally vivid imagination. I tend to believe the former, but let’s find out which. Maddy, would you please check to see what you can find on those three kids. Folks, for right now there’s nothing you can do except take care of each other. Give us a little time, and in the morning we will see where we are. 

Maddy got online and dually accessed her computers at home and work. In a matter of hours she knew everything there was to know about Roger, Paul, and Janice. The significant points of interest included their sudden withdrawal from a college in which they were each B+ students, and the fact they all died in Kansas two days later when the van they were driving collided with an 18-wheeler carrying gasoline, exploded, and the bodies were burned beyond recognition; identifications were made from dental records. 

After a couple hours of sleep everyone except Tom and Toni met in the living room. Gail began; “The kids are still out of it. What can you tell us?”

Everyone was stunned when Roger related the information Maddy had uncovered. The information did not prove Tom’s story, but it did mesh with, and gave a great amount of support to his allegations. Roger continued; “I’ve thought about our situation quite a bit this morning. We have Tom’s story in which he says upfront he was drunk; difficult to imagine the police taking him seriously particularly two years after the incident. Secondly; in view of your family’s organization and sexual practices are you willing to expose yourselves to the Righteous Right of America, and another group just as vicious; the press? You are a band of adults that indulges in multi-partner incestuous group sex. I don’t see any hope of publicly challenging Bushman in the face of that. The question remains, if you take Tom’s story at face value what do you want to do; let it drop or attack Bushman?”

There was careful thought by everyone, and then some whispering between Jake, Tanya, Bill, and Gail. As for Maddy and Roger they knew what they wanted to do, but would take their lead from the other adults. At last Bill spoke for the group; “We want to get Bushman and his bunch, but we need to hear from someone else. Tom has an important voice in this, so we think he has the right to be part of the decision.” With that said, there was no choice but for everyone to settle down to await the hangover kids.

In Washington, at the Watergate, Bushman, Whittaker, plus Jerry Feltwell, and Jim Bakeoff met over breakfast to discuss the developments. Bakeoff, his mouth spitting eggs, spoke with alarm; “What do you mean someone knows?”

“Exactly that” Whittaker responded. “Either it was a very lucky guess, or someone knows about the party on April 15th. The caller was very specific about the date. Unfortunately, there’s no reference in the station’s computer system that allows us to trace back the call. Someone got into the system and removed that and the earlier call about anal sex. We have no way to pursue.”

“Gentlemen” Bushman interjected; “the question is what do we do now. I don’t see that we have any choice except to wait for the next contact. In the mean time I have arranged a little morning entertainment for us.” 

Bushman pushed a button under the table and a sliding panel door opened to reveal a large room with various structures and apparatus to aid dominant sex. In the middle of the room were two naked men and women, each wearing a full-head mask, and bound over chair ottomans in such a manner as to expose their genitals and anal openings. These people were not resisting their bonds, and there was a copious amount of a clear jelly around each nether body entry point.

“These people don’t know where they are, but they can hear. I recommend you say nothing, but do enjoy the morning brunch. Jim, I think it’s your turn for first choice.” Bakeoff removed his clothes then moved to investigate and evaluate the stock on show. Into each one’s ass he thrust a finger to test for tightness. His choice was woman number two. After Bakeoff the others, in a predetermined sequence, selected their choice, and when everyone was ready they in unison pushed their erect and throbbing members into a holes of their choosing.

With chemically induced erections they were able to insert and hammer into each prisoner’s orifices. So long did they pummel that blood began to show around a couple of the anal rings. It was the sight of blood that caused each of the fine, upstanding gentlemen to reach orgasm, and to squirt their conservative juices into whichever hole they were in at the moment.

Shortly after noon, Tom, naked and with his hands holding his head, wandered into the kitchen looking for a glass of water. What he found were two vaguely familiar people, also naked, involved in a passionate fuck on the kitchen table. As he watched, and despite his throbbing head, another part of his anatomy began to throb. The couple was immersed in the passion of their fuck and at first did not notice his presence, but their actions stirred within him a basic need. His right hand grasped the shaft of his tool and began to stoke back and forth in time with the strokes of the man’s cock into the woman’s pussy. Every time the man shoved into the woman Tom’s hand stroked out along the hard shaft toward his dick-head. 




Retribution Ch. 3



In the blur of excitement Tom almost came unglued when an unknown hand joined his. He didn’t shriek, but he did jump enough to attract the attention of the table couple. While they knew of his presence they did not slow down in their pursuit of pleasure. If anything, his presence, and that of his sister Toni only added to their intensity.

As for Tom, he relaxed when he identified the familiar feel of Toni’s body, and the smell of her breath. She pushed his hand away from his cock and took up the action he had previously begun. Toni stroked him with unselfish determination to make him shoot his cum juices onto the kitchen floor. However, Tom, not being a totally-selfish prig reached his hand behind him to feel the wetness of her cunt, and satisfied that she was ready he pulled and pushed her to her knees on the floor in front of him and mounted her from the rear. He carefully aligned his cock with her cunt opening before he pushed with his hips to bury the dagger of his loins in her pulsing pussy.

The brother-sister act on the floor encouraged Roger and Maddy to greater heights of pleasure. They were not experiencing the greatest fuck of their life, but it was damn good, and the presence of Tom and Toni made it better. Roger paused to unplug his cock from Maddy long enough to place her on the floor in a similar position and facing the kids. He then commenced to again hammer her vulva moving them further along the pleasure path they were traveling. 

Sexual intensity in the kitchen was very high when Toni took it to another level. She first leaned over and planted a passionate kiss on Maddy’s mouth; a kiss that involved the intrusion of her tongue part way down the older woman’s throat. After the kiss, Toni disengaged from Tom, rolled onto her back, and slid her body underneath Maddy’s so that she was in position to simultaneously get fucked by Tom while she licked Maddy’s clit, as well as Roger’s dick and balls. She had it all, plus if the woman on top were willing she would receive some mouth action on her clit; the woman was willing. Of course when Maddy lowered her head to lick Toni’s cunt she blocked Tom’s access. Tom was left with no hole to plant his rigid rod. He had no hole until he looked up at Roger and saw his mouth shaped in the form of an O. Tom arose quickly, and presented his cock is such a way as to allow Roger to apply a strong moving suction to the head and shaft.

Everyone rejoined the act doing the best they could to bring pleasure to their partners, new or old, as well as themselves. Everyone reached orgasm; not together, but close enough to make it a lot of fun. Afterwards they lay collapsed on the kitchen floor each with a euphoric glow about them. “This may seem a little after the fact, but who are you people?” Tom asked.

“Tom, Toni, this Roger and my name is Maddy; we’re new friends of your folks. The four of us met last night, but you were both a little out of it then.” Maddy answered. “Your not out of it now, and while I enjoyed the taste of Toni’s cum I hope later on you will let me try a little of your man-meat in my pussy.” 

“Tom do you remember any of our conversation last night?” Roger asked. Tom nodded negatively, and Roger continued. “You told us a very interesting story about an event you witnessed two years ago. Don’t be afraid! We’re here to help, not condemn. After you passed out last night we, your parents and us, talked about it, and Maddy did what she could to find out what happened.” Roger gave him the other information. “The question for which all of us are waiting for you to answer is would you care to engage in some pay back?”

Maddy, still slightly out of breath from cumming so hard, jumped into the conversation; “Look Tom, we don’t, we can’t know what you’re feeling, but we think we understand. Do words like pain, frustration, and anger ring bells? Your friends weren’t the first, nor I doubt the last that Bushman and his cronies have hurt or killed, but without overwhelming proof and public credibility, neither of which you have, the police won’t help, so you’re on your own. However, with your input and cooperation, plus some friends of ours we have an opportunity to fuck them, and I do mean fuck them over real good, and put them out of business at the same time. Don’t say no right now. Think about it first.”

“I don’t have to think about it, and I won’t say no. I want those bastards to suffer. If I could I’d kill him this moment!” 

“Tom, killing is too good for these shits. It lets them off the hook too easy. To my way of thinking a much worse punishment is they should have to live with the knowledge the entire world knows what they did and what they really are.” Roger said calmly, with an inflection in his voice that carried the seriousness of an executioner.



Retribution Ch. 4



Author’s Note: This is the final chapter of a four-chapter original work of fiction. Some of the locales are authentic, but none of the names or events is real.

At the end of Chapter Three Roger was telling Tom that death was too easy a punishment for Bushman.

CHAPTER FOUR

Bushman and his cronies calmed down over the next few days as no additional calls were received and nothing was reported in the press. Maybe the storm was past, but deep down they each expected something more to happen. Any person who knew what happened that night was a threat who needed elimination. Bushman, in his mind continued to question who the threat was, and how to deal permanently with them. 

For almost six weeks Roger and Maddy worked hard with the lake people to develop a plan to humiliate and destroy everyone involved with that terrible night. The big names were easily identified through press photos taken at the soup kitchen; present that day were Robert Bushman, Andrew Whittaker, William Powers, Jerome Watkins, Jerry Feltwell, and Jim Bakeoff. Only two players remained unidentified; the two large men who Tom saw after the crowd departed the cookout, but at last that a clue appeared when Tom, while maintaining surveillance of the Bushman Ministries Building, saw them exit a car identified by a side-sign as belonging to Bakeoff Farms. From that sighting it was fairly easy to follow them and obtain their identification.

When everything was ready, Maddy initiated the plan with a very short e-mail to each of the seven players:  
Dear  ______________,

You were present at a cookout on April 15, 2000 after which you, and the others identified below, raped, killed, and then dismembered Randy Stock, Paul Smith, and Janice Williams . The time for RETRIBUTION has arrived. When you are ready to talk send a reply via e-mail to Imaslut@mindspring.com. 

“What do we do now Robert?” Feltwell excitedly asked. “Who ever wrote this knows exactly what happened and who was there. What do we do?”

“Nothing! Ignore them. If this person really had anything they would go to the police. They haven’t done that which means they have no proof. With no proof who will the authorities believe; us well-known and upstanding members of the community or some unknown just making wild accusations. Just relax. We do nothing.”

That was okay for the big guys, but Ralph Cramden and Ed Norton were neither well-known except by the police, nor upstanding members of society. Both were two time losers with major crimes behind them. They panicked when their note arrived. In their mind they couldn’t afford to take the wait and see route, and just as Roger expected they answered the mail very quickly. Instructions went out immediately for them to meet at the Taco Bell in Stafford, Virginia on Saturday at 2pm, and wait for a call on the payphone located adjacent to the outside eating patio. 

Roger placed the call, and when he was sure both were listening; “Pay attention, I am going to say this one time so listen carefully. We have an eyewitness who saw you at the cookout, knows you raped and dismembered those kids bodies, and who is willing to testify. However, neither of you two are who we truly want. If you play with us we will do what we can to get you somewhat better treatment than we plan to levee on the others.”

“Mister, we understand we are at your mercy, but if we cooperate can you at least promise you won’t give us to the authorities. I we go up again we go for life.” Cramden said.

“We understand, but right now we can’t offer you anymore. Maybe later, depending on your performance we will have something better. Will you play or wait for the gavel to fall?” After a moment they agreed to do whatever they were tasked; the first of which was to make a video-tape  confession of the incident including who they were, their relationship to the big-wigs, what their duties were at the cookout, and what they did before, during, and afterwards. This was done at a rented cabin near Luray Caverns, and afterwards the men went into deep hiding; after all when the next phase took place some very powerful men would want them.

William Powers rose angrily as Robert Bushman entered the office; “We waited patiently, now we have a fucking disaster on our hands! What’s your plan now?”

“Nothing has changed. Those two guys are thugs that Jim hired out of the goodness of his heart, and this is how they repay him for his kindness. I say we do nothing. Even if I were agreeable to some other course of action what would you do? We have no idea who or where these people are located. We don’t know if it’s one person or a group. We know absolutely nothing. So what do you want to do?”

 “I don’t like it, but I see your point.” Jerry Feltwell added. “Nevertheless, I’m very nervous.”

“I am too, but now is not the time to let your nerves take control.” The phone on Bushman’s desk buzzed. He pushed speaker; “Reverend Bushman, sorry to interrupt, but there is an urgent call from a man named Cookout, who says he must speak with you now.”


Bushman thought for a moment then said; “Mrs. Ames I’ll speak with him, but I want you to immediately begin tracing the call.” In a very polite voice he addressed the party at the other end of the phone; “Hello, Bushman here. Whom am I speaking with?”

“For you and your associates my name is Cookout. I figure you’re trying to put a trace on this call, but you’re wasting your time. I am quite willing to speak with you from now till forever, and you won’t find the point of origination; too many computer patches. Also, you are not listening to my true voice. Now that we have that out of the way we want to set up a meeting to discuss this situation.”

“Why can’t we do this over the phone?”

“Part of it we can, but we still want a meeting. Each of you, and I assume all of you are present, will receive confirmation of what I’m going to say via e-mail at your private e-mail address. Here is the initial penalties for your actions. 1) Each of you, from your personal accounts will donate $10 million dollars distributed per your individual letters. 2) You will each publicly dissociate from all, and I stress all, of your public and private organizations. All of these are listed on your individual letters. 3) Within in two weeks you will depart the United States, and take up permanent residence in a third world country designated on your letter.  

Gentlemen, we know everything there is to know about you. The money we are asking for will not come to us, nor will it make you destitute particularly where you are going to live. All of us listening to this conversation know you should have a reserved seat on some prison’s Green Mile, but we are letting you off easy. If you agree to our terms take the necessary actions. We will follow your monetary transactions by internet, the press will keep us informed of your public announcements, and we’ll provide you tickets and information for flights to your new homes. When items one and two are complete we will contact you again about the meeting. It is your choice, but I warn you, if you refuse to accept your fate we will bring weapons to bear you cannot imagine.” The phone went dead.

“Mrs. Ames did they get a trace?”
      “No sir, they got through three computer switch stations before our computers were completely overloaded. Sorry.”

   Bushman looked at his associates; “Gentlemen, we must each make our own decisions, but I know we have a better chance if we stay together.”

For the first time in a very long time Jerome Watkins jumped to speak first; “You’re right, but here are some other things to consider. If they have been able to find this information they can find more. They can find enough to send all of us to jail without even touching the events of that night, I have no desire to end my days in prison so I’m inclined to take the offer and run.”

The others talked back and forth then agreed with Watkins, leaving Bushman as the only holdout. After a lengthy pause he turned and vehemently said; “You are a bunch of serpentine cowards. I can’t believe you would give into such threats. Well, you do what you have to do. I’m going to fight them. Now if you will excuse me I have other business.”

A week later, Roger looked at Maddy with a big shit-eating grin; “They’re buying into to the plan. I’ve gotten e-mails from everyone except Bushman, which is what I expected. I guess it’s time to start his phase three.” Maddy nodded her agreement and went to the computer terminal to type in a few commands. In seconds all bank and security accounts to which the Rev. Robert Bushman, SSN# 935 67 2723 was linked were empty. Seconds after that every company and association to which Bushman had a membership or affiliation was likewise bereft of funds. Not only were they all broke, but every stockholder and board member was instantly sent an e-mail or snail mail letter telling them exactly, and in vivid detail why they were now destitute. All of the reasons were clear violations of existing laws, but none of the reasons were in any way associated with the events of April 15, 2000. Another aspect of the notifications was an assurance that companies and associations who issued a binding public disassociation from Reverend Bushman would recover all lost funds including interest. Within in three days every entity affected by the funds removal complied with the directions, and their funds were reinstated as promised; as far as anybody was publicly concerned, Robert Bushman, SSN # 935 67 2723 did not, and for that matter, had never existed. Three days after that Bushman sent an e-mail of surrender. It was the final step before the people at the lake put the last act in place to complete their pact of retribution. 

Each of the guests of honor, every man who participated in the murders of Randy, Paul, and Janice, was collected separately at different locations. When they entered their individual black limousines in which the windows were blacked out and access to the driver was precluded, they found written instructions on the luxurious leather seat to remove all their clothing and to place the provided blindfold over their eyes. Included in the instructions was a warning the assistant driver was monitoring them via closed-circuit TV, and for no reason were they to remove the eye covering; their life depended on compliance. Their journeys took convoluted routes over several hours during which they were entertained with their favorite taped music. Simply put they received no visual or auditory input that would indicate how to get to, or where their final destination was located.

At a private facility on the Shenandoah Valley side of the Blue Ridge Mountains was assembled a group of people, mostly men; roughly 200 in count. Only very few knew, or had any connection with anyone else in attendance. They were a varied lot from the four corners of North America enticed $10,000.00 to attend a privately funded weekend retreat to discuss the impact of communicable diseases on the common citizen. Some appeared wealthy while others were obviously poor. Some were clean while others were unclean. Some were nattily attired while others were very unkempt. On Friday evening all were feeling very well fed, relaxed, and comfortable.

Among the assemblage awaiting the guests of honor were two very important groups. The first was the eight organizers of the meeting, Jake and Tanya Adams, along with Bill, Gail, Tom and Toni Jones, as well as Roger Green, and Maddy Davies. The second group of three couples had never met until earlier in the afternoon when Maddy and Roger greeted each of them as they deplaned from their flights at Baltimore Washington International (BWI) airport, but they shared a common bond; they were the parents of Janice, Paul, and Randy. They knew the purpose, and they heartily approved the planned events of this gathering, but as with the larger group, they were currently unaware of who had the staring roles. Normally, none of them were vindictive or revengeful people, but when Tom related what he had witnessed, and how their children had died, each of them individually, and with intense loathing in their hearts, had vowed to do whatever they could to extract vengeance, and obtain some degree of justice. They wanted the killers to suffer physical and mental abuse. They wanted to know who the killers were, but accepted why at this time they could not, but as part of the punishment they wanted the killers to know who they were.

Roger, standing on a quickly constructed stage holding a microphone that was connected to a sound system spoke; “May I have your attention please? Thank you. My name is Roger. I am one of your hosts for this weekend, and I want to say welcome and thank you for attending. We hope in the next 48 hours you enjoy the food, drink, and entertainment.” The crowd roared with approval. “I must make a confession to you that we brought you here under false pretenses which I will explain momentarily. Regardless of why you are here, let me assure you that each and every one was carefully screened and selected to attend. Each of you is important to the events that are about to unfold. After you hear our story and plan, if you desire to leave we will pay you the balance on your promised $10,000 and deliver you to BWI this evening. Those of you who elect to remain and participate will receive a very substantial bonus.” Roger paused to allow the applause to roll over him.

“Ladies and gentlemen the reason we are here is to extract some revenge. We are here to obtain retribution from some individuals who have done much to damage America. Along the way they have done many evil things, but toward us they committed a very heinous crime; a crime of mistreatment and death.” The crowd grew quite as Roger’s words sank into their brains. “Folks, some people are going to arrive shortly who owe mankind a debt for which death would be too painless a punishment. What they deserve is to experience what they inflicted and then have to live with it. Look around you and see the numbers. Does it sound harsh when I say we want each of the 150 plus of you to have anal sexual intercourse with each of our honorees. Let me put it another way, these people have fucked everybody else so now it is time for them to get fucked. By Sunday afternoon we want our guests to experience at least 150 cocks, dildoes, or fists up their asses. It may sound callous to think of 150 to 200 fucks in less than forty-eight hours, but before you make you decide I want you to listen to Tom. He is the only living witness.”

As Tom related his story it was possible to see the anger of the crowd grow in intensity. At each revelation they seemed to growl until Tom reached the part where the bodies were dismembered; then they gasped in revulsion. Near the end of Tom’s talk the first of the limousines arrived and came to a halt near a small cabin. It was here the guilty would remain until they received their reward. 


Roger took the microphone; “You have heard the story. You may eventually discover the identity of the villains, but it will not happen this weekend. We are doing that for your protection. If there are any of you who do not feel you can remain we understand. If you will see the lady back by the swing she will make the proper arrangements” Not one person stepped away from the stage. “Here’s how this will work, each of you will make a blind draw from this bag and select a disc. On the disc are two numbers. The first number represents the person you will fuck. The second number is the order of sequence. If your disc reads 7-23 you will be the twenty-third person to fuck the ass positioned under the number seven. When every one has completed the first round of fucks, the line will shift to the next highest number, and we will start again. I will tell you now that none of you has turn number one on any of our villains. That privilege is reserved for the six people now coming on stage plus Tom. These are the parents of our dead friends, and they deserve the honor to be the first to ram their dicks and dildoes into those asshole’s assholes.” A roar of laughter and approval went up and the participants, in an orderly manner began to file past drawing their disc from the bag.

In the cabin the seven men heard all that was said outside. They understood their fate, and all of them were sorely afraid. Then two men entered grabbed one of the prisoners, placed a black hood over his face and led him outside. He was taken to a padded sawhorse that had a large numeral hanging above it from a limb, bent over stomach down, and his hands and feet were shackled to the legs. As a gesture of humanity a large glob of KY was rubbed around and into his anus; humanity for the fuckers not the fuckees. This action was repeated with each prisoner. When all seven were ready a person, some naked some not, with either an erect cock or a huge strap-on dildoe approached their head, bent over, and whispered in their ear something like “You killed my daughter. Now I’m the first of 200 who will fuck you till you are raw and bleeding. I hope you live through all this because you deserve to suffer.” The ravisher then went around back, and with no pre-stretching of any kind pushed their cock or fake cock into the appointed asshole.

The fun began, and continued almost non-stop for forty-eight hours. Each of the recipients passed out many times only to be doused with cold water and reawakened. Their anal openings never closed. One, they had no opportunity, and two, before long they were well stretched by the multitude of cocks, none of which were less than nine inches long by two inches in diameter; some were much larger. At the beginning, the men screamed in pain each time a new cock slipped past their anal ring, but over time the voices grew so hoarse and raspy they were no longer heard. Within the first hour cum and blood dripped from their assholes and ran down their legs. Hour after hour the constant pounding continued with no mercy given.

Around 2am Sunday morning the fucking was complete. Every one present had fucked every recipient. “Folks, there is no where to go until four this afternoon. If you are so inclined, feel free to fuck any and all that you desire. Don’t forget there are mouths at the other end.” It was like the party started anew as multiple pricks, dicks, cocks, Johnson’s, dildoes, and for the more refined, penises forced their way down every asshole’s throat. The second round of fucks continued until no one was able, or had the desire to fuck again. By then it was near departure time and the mass of partiers began to board chartered buses for transport to airports to catch their homeward flights. Each man and woman, as they boarded the bus, was handed $100,000.00 in cash withdrawn from the remaining balances of the personal accounts belonging to the honored guests; this action substantially reduced the amount each expected to have in their new country.

      At last all that remained were the lake folks, the parents, and the guilty. Roger speaking to the stars; “Maybe you are feeling sorry for yourselves and think we have severely mistreated you, but consider that at least you’re alive. That is more than many of your victims can say. You deserve much harsher physical treatment, but as long as you follow our direction you will not get it from us. You know from our previous instructions where you are destined to live, and how much money you have to make a new life for yourself. Because of this party, given for your benefit, that money is halved. As you have learned we are a very powerful foe. Do not ever think you can fuck with us, but always keep in mind that we can and will gladly fuck with you. For the remainder of your lives you will be under constant surveillance. One final warning; never attempt a return to any modern country in the world. That means no Japan, no Australia, no country in Europe or the entire Western Hemisphere.”




Retribution Ch. 4



The physical terror was over, but more humiliation and mental trauma remained. The shackles and hood of each man were removed as a video-cam recorded their faces and assholes, which were stretched wide by twelve-inch long dildoes. Without their chains it looked much like they were in this position by choice, and from a certain perspective that was correct. Each man’s blindfold was replaced, and they were immediately departed to what remained of their lives. In the car, four hours into their drive back to civilization, they were told they could remove the blindfold and redress. Each man found on the seat in front of him a video copy of the weekend’s activities including the last part where they alone were revealed. Also in each car, written in a feminine hand, was an unsigned note telling them the last three fucks they received were by men who were confirmed AIDS carriers; it was a lie, but what’s wrong with a bit more mental anguish. The men were so deep in physical pain and mental agony they could do nothing but stare out the window until they arrived at Dulles. There they caught their respective flights into exile. All except one caught their flights; proud, arrogant, stupid Robert Bushman was of a mind to get even.

Unfortunately for Bushman, he no longer had the money, friends, or power to make anything happened to anybody.  What he wanted and what he received for his efforts were not the same. The people of the lake expected this of him, and he had no sooner departed the terminal than he was again in their custody. “You’re not very bright are you? Matter of fact you’re pretty damn stupid. Where is your brain? I don’t care where you lost it, but now you must pay a price for being stupid.”

Bushman was placed in the back of a service van so that his butt was the first thing visible when the rear doors were opened. After that he was hauled to a gay bar near the airport. The driver walked inside; “Any of you interested in a free piece of tenderized ass? If so, come out to the van.” After an average of fifty people per bar in everyone of the hundred bars they stopped at in the D.C. and Baltimore areas nothing remained of Bushman’s ass. When he was shown the video taken from face-on angle of each of those fucks, as looks and sounds of pleasure by him were edited into the film, all the remaining fight left his body. More precisely, he was on the verge of a complete mental breakdown. All he needed was one more push; a push he would receive if he failed to board his plane for the first leg of his trip to Madagascar; his home in exile.

At the lake Roger, Maddy, Jake, Tanya, Bill, Gail, Tom, and Toni gathered for a night of celebration. Each of them had contributed their unique skills and talents to destroying the conservative coalition headed by Rev. Robert Bushman. Now was a time to celebrate.

After a wonderful meal built on a main course of steak and lobster, and finished with a dessert of Amaretto-Orange cheesecake, the group sat around the fireplace discussing the events of the past several months. “I want to offer a toast.” said Roger. “Tom alone carried the burden when this began. Then, as loving parents, you discovered the source of his pain and tried to help. Finally, as a group we have done a little to extract some retribution from those very sore assholes. It was a painful process, and it took a long time, but at last that is behind us. None of us will ever forget, but we should take with us a deep sense of pride in a job well done. So here’s to us.” He raised his glass of champagne. With that he and Maddy said their goodbyes, and headed back to Washington.

As soon as Maddy and Roger departed the people in the cabin celebrated in the way they did best; they fucked each other until none of them could fuck anymore. It did not take long for the men to reach the point where they were not going to get it up for awhile, but they were still able to use their mouths, fingers, and on a couple of occasions donned a strap-on borrowed from the ladies. As for the women, they fucked in the way that women do. Each of them gave and received equal amounts of pleasure. All in all not a single hole on any human present went unfucked by every other human in the room.  By morning everyone was satisfied, and well coated with layers of sexual juice drippings, piss, and shit; remember, it doesn’t make sense to do anal if you can’t deal with shit.

Maddy and Roger returned to their home near Tyson’s Corner; the home they had shared since their wedding a month after Maddy’s surprise change of mind. They walked into the den where Roger took Maddy into his arms for a passionate embrace and deep soulful kiss. Their hands moved about the other’s body feeling each curve, edge, and bulge. With slow steady movements they removed the clothing that covered their nakedness. In the process no erogenous zone went unexplored; no nipple was left untweaked, no genital was left uncaressed. Each in their turn did their up most to arouse the other as high as possible. Each in their turn succeeded in helping their partner reach the pinnacle of sexual arousal. Then, and only then did Maddy roll Roger onto his back, smear KY all over his cock and her asshole, then lower her body so the sheath of her rectum acted as the scabbard for his hard-as-steel male sword. She lowered her ass onto his cock in a strong downward movement that drove him deep within her. The passage of his cock past her anal sphincter sent shivers throughout her being; shivers that increased with intensity each time she raised and lowered her body.

Roger also experienced an extreme intensity of pleasure. The tightness of Maddy’s butt grasped and stimulated his cock in ways not attainable by her pussy. It wasn’t better, but it was very different, and so very, very enjoyable. He could feel himself getting nearer and nearer to his climax as Maddy literally pounded her body up and down the length of his pulsating prick. Suddenly, Roger grabbed Maddy in mid stroke and pulled her body toward his. He quickly rolled on top and commenced a powerful sexual stroke achievable only by the male of our species. His strokes were fast, deep, and forceful, and they drove both the participants over the edge into orgasmic bliss; a state of bliss so strong and deep that when they finished, without disconnecting their bodies, they fell into a deep sleep that lasted well into the morning. 

The afternoon following that tremendous fuck Roger began to type the final chapters of his manuscript for a work of nonfiction titled “Retribution.” He wrote in a clever style to tell the story just as you have read it. He revealed everyone and everything along with factual evidence including graphic photographs. Several publishing firms declined to publish it as a book because of previous associations with Bushman or one of the others; they simply returned the manuscript. However, a small company, Golden Books Press, released both hardback and soft cover editions to the tune of over 3,000,000 copies. The first twenty-one copies, autographed by the author, were distributed between the people of the lake, the parents, and to seven addresses in poor third world countries. 

When the overseas books arrived one of three things happened. Option one; the reader did nothing except fall deeper into depression (4: Ed Norton, Ralph Cramden, Jerome Watkins, and William Powers). Option two; commit suicide (3: Jerry Feltwell, Jim Bakeoff, and Andrew Whittaker). Option three: vow revenge (1: Robert Bushman), of course it is kind of hard to do anything from your cell in the National Institute for the Criminally Insane located in Antananarivo, the capital of Madagascar, which is where the local authorities placed Bushman after they received a tip of his plan to sneak out of the country with a large caliber weapon, and a suggestion they read the book Retribution. The tip came courtesy of Maddy Davies, but to the authorities she identified herself simply as one of the lake people.



Retribution of a Solar Empire Ch. 01



Hello Everyone,

I just wanted to let everyone know that this is my first it of content that I have written for public viewing. This is a story is set in a world that is nearly ten years in the making inside my head. If you want to stick around it's going to be a wild ride.

That being said, this story is a bit of a slow burn to start over the first couple chapters. I also want to apologize for those who find the story a bit to abrasive/abusive toward the captives it's just what works for me.

Enjoy.

-Anbraxas

PS. If Fem on Fem is not your thing, the master will enter in chapter 3. 

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Why did I come here! Akima shouted in her head. I knew better I fucking had backup on the way what the fuck happened! She berated herself as she strained against the thick chains the entire carriage groaning as they pulled inward on the thick wooden walls.

"You won't contain me I won't be held for long and when I break free your as good as dead!" Akima shrieked into the empty container more than loud enough for the driver to hear. With a sudden jolt the carriage stopped knocking her from her knees and into the coarse wooden panels. It was only then she became aware of the chorus of noise outside of her prison.

She could see nothing in the utter blackness of the container, no light. Just the muffled sound of the outside world to keep her company, until a moment ago only the motion of the carriage had given her respite from the mental battery she was giving herself over her mistakes.

There was a sickening squelch as Akima listened to the nails being wrenched from the wooden doors of the carriage. Within a moment the container had its first ray of light since she had entered nearly three days ago. With the light came a cacophony of noise and shouts.

"Get ready men she is weakened but we are not out of the woods yet!" A burley voice shouted as the door fell over onto the ground with a dense thud denting the earth beneath it. 

Akima squinted looking through the entrance at her captors, mostly a new batch of men but the larger of them she recognized as the driver. It nearly sent her into a blind rage as she strained against the heavy welded chain links attempting to reach him.

"You asshole I am going to run you through from cock to chin!" Akima's shrill voice blasted out of the container, the entire wooden structure groaning under the strain of her pulling against the chains. Her fevered attempt at revenge causing the other men to back up a few feet.

"That's what you think beautiful, your not going anywhere without a new owner" The burley driver said with a sadistic grin on his face as he waved someone over. To Akima's dismay three guards appeared at the entrance armed with glinting pikes and short sabers tied to their hip. 

Akima recognized them instantly by their uniforms. They were private soldiers for the slave auctions in the southern province. She nearly screamed as she realized where she was. Just as she began to piece the puzzle together her mind fell to the chains wrapped around her armored body. They were moving! "No!" Akima shouted as she began to slide forward toward the guards the chains pulling her along. Within a moment her head hit wood door that had been left on the ground her body armor making the sound ten times louder as it connected with the wooden door.

Before she could even begin to sit up, she felt hands grip her bare upper arms lifting her swiftly off the ground and just above eye level with a pike. A quick glance to the left and right reveled the other two pikes where aimed for her naked throat and she was surrounded.

"Move or you will be executed on the spot angel" The guard in front of her spat out as he took one step back. At first Akima did not move remaining just as resistant as the night she was captured. However the two gentle pricks to the back of the neck by the other guard's weapons provided encouragement enough to move forward. Akima was being coaxed toward a large structure the she could only assume was the auction house one reluctant step at a time.

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There was quiet the commotion inside the auction as Katherine moved from station to station eyeing each slave up. Katherine was having some difficulty finding anything that really sparked her interest. She paused for a moment, before moving from the isle to inspect beautiful young woman who was restrained to an upright wooden board like the majority of slaves at the auction. The newly captured slave seemed half defeated as their eyes met and Katherine's tender but firm hand gripped her chin.

Katherine stared into her eyes for a moment as if looking for something. The girl let out a slight squeak as Katherine pulled her mouth open peering inside the girl's mouth turning her head side to side. 

"You have lovely fangs my dear." Katherine's icy voice spoke as she nearly tossed girls head as she released her chin. "Shame I can't use you, vampires just will not do anymore to easily broken." She said spitefully to the girl and abruptly turned and moved back into the busy aisle with a loud sigh.

Katherine continued along her way, her walk a clear indication of her predatory nature. As she passed a group of girls huddled inside a large cage and Katherine took a deep breath a smile spreading across her lips as the girl's distress fed into her. It is a shame humans are so fragile she thought to herself. I swear if I leave empty handed again I am just going to go on my own hunt. She noted to herself again moving at a brisk pace. 

She turned her head as if it were on a swivel her dark eyes passing with a certain amount of scrutiny as she went when she noticed a small crowd that was growing larger by the moment feeling their intense excitement she began to make her way over. Well that is interesting. Katherine though to herself. Her heels clicking against the stone floor as she made her way to see what the commotion was about. It's probably just another example being set because some idiot let their new capture get out of line. She told herself having spent hours at auction already she was nearly prepared to retire for the evening.

Katherine's eyes lit up as she made her way to the front of the crowd and she laid eyes on the most recent addition to tonight's auction.

Katherine nearly squealed with joy as she laid eyes on the captive angel. "Oh my word she is beautiful, but how in the world did you catch one!" She exclaimed stepping past the crowd with rough impolite shoves up to the very front of the crowd her heart beginning to race. She let her eyes take in on of the rarest creatures to have graced the auction in the last few years.

Stepping closer Katherine reached forward touching the soft feathered wings which had been restrained to the wooden platform by curved spikes. She let her hands trail down the wings to the angels shoulder resting on the armor pauldrons. The angel's armor was elegant and ornate crafted from a metal not found in this region of the continent. She smirked as the angel lashed out shouting obscenities but it seemed as if her heart had frozen solid when Katherine's dark gaze met the angel's eyes which illuminated with a soft blue hue. Katherine broke the stare after a moment looking on the angels raven black hair and supple pale skin.

Goose bumps traveled over Katherine's body as she looked back into the angel's eyes seeing exactly what she wanted. "Oh my you're exquisite, that fire in your eyes... so much anger, so much confidence and determination. Even though you are greatly weakened, I dare say to the point that your as vulnerable as a human your resilient as ever! I simply must have you!" Katherine exclaimed as the angel began to thrash again wildly.

"No" Akima began shouting over and over struggling wildly against the platform restraints. "You can't do this!" Akima screamed the last thirty minutes placed her squarely in line with standard psychology of freshly capture slaves. Akima was struggling to cope with the situation and held desperately to some hope that there was a misunderstanding or someone would step out revealing this to be a giant joke. It was the plight of all new captures that did not have time to be trained properly. They all believed they were still free and independent when that reality had been destroyed the day they were captured. However, her circumstances were a little different being what she was. The angels were not the mythical creatures you would have found in the humans books. The angels were a race and culture all their own and their image like all stories passed along by humans happened to be rooted in half truths.

Angels were not immortal beings serving a god. It was true they would likely outlive many of the other species on their planet but they were flesh and blood. Just like everything else. They had always tried to remain far removed from the conflicts of humanity and the other species. All the angels that ever have been and likely ever will be were situated on a small island thousands of miles north of the nearest trade route. They lived by the power of SOL the name of their sun. The star's light allowed them their mystic properties. Nearly impossible to kill in direct sunlight their bodies would heal nearly any wound so long as it was not damage to the brain or the loss of a limb. Their skin, very much similar to humans however happened to be immune to the climate of their world. Beyond their wings and these few details they were closely related to humans. They had nearly all of their flaws and weakness they simply were just stronger in all the right areas it seemed. That is unless they have been removed form the sunlight for extended periods of time. Sunlight gave them everything. Sustenance, their strength, and their lifespan. When removed and angel will become as weak as a human within a weeks time leaving them just as vulnerable.

Which meant an angel at auction not only was a rare occasion considering their immense strength and cunning speed. It was a tragedy for the angel that was captured. Perhaps not at first but inevitably any angel captured was sought after by the most sadistic members of the society. Sometimes acquired by those seeking political revenge on the angels for their interference in armed conflicts. If managed properly an angel could be held in bondage for a lifetime. Any damage done unless fatal could be undone by exposing them to sunlight. Essentially they were the perfect pin cushion and simply did not have the limitations most species endured.

The petite but muscular angel strained against her restraints with a strength many species did not posses. Precisely why the chain links had been welded together to keep them from warping under the stress. However after a mere three days it was clear to anyone watching the Akima was in a vastly weakened state and it would not be long before she became just as soft as they were. For the sadistic it was a beautiful site and a rare privilege to witness this near transformation. Most of the time the angels were beyond approach.

Akima's thoughts were interrupted as she stared defiantly at the still growing crowd that was gathering around. It seemed everyone was murmuring to each other, including a small group of vampires, which Akima knew would certainly be placing bids on her since her blood would be a highly prized and exotic treat.

Her gaze broke as she lay eyes on the auctioneer as he came pushing through the crowd. He had a sign with him, and Akima strained to see what was on the sign as he approached. 

"Hold still girl" the auctioneer barked at her moving to hang the sign around her neck. Akima shook her head side to side violently making his job all the more difficult. When she felt the string move past her ears she let out a loud exasperated sigh and craned her neck forward trying to read what was on it as the auctioneer turned to the crowd beginning to shout.

Akima's blood ran cold, the color draining from her face. "W, wha, what... I... 500,000 pieces, but I don't... I'm not worth that much am I?" She stammered half speaking to herself half hoping it was a mistake and the auctioneer would correct himself. The sign read plainly the starting bid would begin at 500,000 pieces and increase in increments of 50,000. 

Akima barely registered the auctioneer's words as he shouted into the crowd for the participants to make their way to the main stage so begin the auction. Her heart was gripped in terror, hardly noticing that a small portion of the crowd was already leaving for the next room over. 

500,000 pieces this is insane! Akima thought to herself the gut wrenching feeling in the pit of her stomach becoming worse. How can I be so valuable, why would they start the price so high? Who even has that kind of money! The thoughts coming faster and becoming more terrifying as she answered her own questions internally. I am fucked... I will be under lock and key at all times. Hell I would even hire someone to watch me sleep if I had that kind of money this is so fucked! Akima's mind screamed, not wanting to give anyone still watching her the enjoyment of listening to her panicked thoughts keeping a stone like look on her face while she hung before them... 

She did not have long to contemplate her issue as she watched six guards this time approach her from all angels keeping their pikes focused on her neck. The chains that bound her were released.

"Step forward" the guard standing directly before her instructed taking a step backward, the rest of the guards stepping at the same moment Akima did forming a tight circle of dangerous metal directed at her neck. Akima winced as she felt her wings removed from beneath the curved stakes and forcefully folded against her back, then bound several times in leather straps and buckles ensuring she would not take flight.

Akima felt helpless for the first time since she had been captured. She was losing her strength steadily and knew if she attempted to make a run for it now she would surely be killed.

"Forward slave" the guard shouted, the entire group stepping in tune with Akima ensuring she made the main stage. For course the stakes were high for the auction house they stood to gain a significant price at the end of her sell and wouldn't risk her escape.

Akima had little choice for the time being. When her gaze passed over the room she could see each exit had several guards posted in the unlikely event of a full blown escape attempt.

You can escape later. Akima told herself as she was walked onto the wooden stage, her greaves punctuating each step.

"Face the crowd now!" The lead guard shouted inches from her face his hand raised to strike. Akima apparently so deep in thought she had been completely filtering out his voice and commands.

Her face flushed a little as she turned to face the crowd and absorbed the site of over a hundred faces staring right back. Each pair of eyes pouring over her. Akima instinctively began to turn away when a rough hand grasped the back of her neck reaching under her breast plate the thick fingers scratching at her skin as they pushed under the nearly skin tight metal obtaining a firm grip to keep her from bolting.

You need to get out you shouldn't be able to feel that so easily! Her mind shouted at her consciousness which was going numb before the crowd. Akima was mortified by all the prying eyes, if not for her armor protecting her more vulnerable areas she felt she would have died of embarrassment by this point.

"The bidding begins at 500,000 do I hear 550, six Hun, six fifty! "The auctioneer screamed trying to keep up with the bids his hands a blur as he pointed around the crowd.

Akima was keenly aware of his words now as she watch a flurry a paddles in the crowd. Each increment made the feeling of dread sink deeper and deeper into her stomach. The reality of the situation was beginning to sink in. She had no clue what a slave did other than serve food and drink. She had never been to a part of the world that had allowed slavery. Her lips pursed together at the next thought. Well, they obviously would want to bed me, but if that woman has me maybe I will be ok... maybe I will just be a trophy of sorts. She seems the type maybe she just is a collector. Akima rationalized to herself.

She resigned herself to the fact that she was going to have to comply with the situation for a while until an opportunity for escape presented it self. 

Akima did not have much time to take in the sight of her new owner. Only seeing the woman which had inspected her already as the last paddle in the air. The next moment she felt a sensation she had not felt for many years. Pain, real pain and it was squarely in the back of her head. What's happening her mind cried out as her vision blurred she was falling forward and the world was fading to black as she did. One of the guards had knocked her unconscious and Akima lay face down on the stage as a group of guards picked her up quickly moving her into the back room to prepare her for departure.

"Nnngggg my head" Akima moaned as she started to come to still out of her senses for a moment a thick fog clouding her mind. "What happened to me" She moaned moving to rub the back of head when she realized she was still bound. Everything suddenly came flooding back to her. The auction, the darkness and the feeling of falling. 

The thoughts were cut short when she realized she still could not move, she was bound tight and still in the inky blackness. "H, hello!" She shouted listening to her voice echo. For a moment she was silent. "Hello if anyone there?" She shouted a bit louder her voice echoing against the cavernous walls.

The distinct sound of a lock turning was heard in the pitch black room. Someone had entered but whom? Akima listened intently to the noise, her eyes an obvious giveaway to her location in the dark. Akima watched as sparks from a piece of flint and steel flew into the darkness. A moment later radiant light and flame burst into existence as a fire took hold snaring itself around some logs in a fireplace. It became obvious now who was with her as the flames picked up momentum the light growing brighter revealing the slender woman from the auction house. 

Akima shuddered involuntarily as the warmth of the fireplace began to spill into the room. That was the first time Akima had been aware that she was cold something she had yet to really contend with before today. Unknown to Akima today would just be the start of many terrible new experiences for herself.

Heels clicked against the floor of the room which had now been revealed to be an almost bunker like structure. No windows, no lights, and no torches on the walls. Just hinges with O rings along the ceiling and walls. Katherine approached Akima with the same predatory swagger witnessed in the auction house.

"Good evening my little pet" Katherine said her voice chilly and quiet filled with contempt. "I am sure you must have many questions, and I have many answers but first you will answer mine." Katherine said softly stopping a few feet from the angel. Katherine was still dressed in her sleek black dinner gown that she had worn to the auction. Elbow length gloves and knee high boots with a metallic heel. Her arms crossing over her chest waiting for a response.

"Gggrrrraahh" Akima screamed lunging at her this time; she was slow, so much slower than she had been before she had woken. The chains around the body had been secured to the walls, her wings still bound tightly to her back. Everything was so heavy now and Akima really noticed.

"Let me go you have made a terrible mistake brining me here I was kidnapped I am not a slave!" Akima shouted not even in a pleading manner but in anger and in a matter of fact tone.

"Awe you poor thing you must be frightened, but I am well aware that you were captured against your will..." Katherine spoke calmly not phased by Akima's outburst. "You are a slave now girl... I purchased you that are what we are here to talk about while I wait for the rest of your strength to drain. Now if your have questions speak. Tonight will be the last night you speak freely" Katherine hissed in a demanding matter of fact tone.




Retribution of a Solar Empire Ch. 01



Akima blinked half in shock at the words, a moment later that same fiery rage flared up causing her to grit her teeth together speaking in anger. " You have lost you mind woman I am an Akir we never weaken" Akima hissed attempting to display that strength she took pride in she struggled to remove herself from the floor the weight of the chains bearing down on her frame, with a scuffle she was standing now defiantly facing her captor.

"I will end you the moment I leave these chains!' Akima snarled like a wild animal. Leaning forward against the chains as if she could strike the woman.

"Oh?" Katherine said with an evil smirk on her lips realizing her wait may no longer be necessary. "Here I am trying to be patient, and allow you to question me to make this experience a little easier on yourself. Here you are already begging for your first lesson." Katherine grinned moving away from the angel back to the fireplace staring into it for a moment before kicking one of the bricks with her boot. The chains that bound Akima to the walls suddenly released the chains that had been coiling around Akima's body allowing her to move freely.

Akima had a bewildered and shocked look etched into her face for the first for moments as she watched the chains fall away. The little knot of fear that had seemingly been present the last few days disappeared in her anger. As she took a step from the pile her body shivering. Was it the cold or the raw emotions that made her shake so furiously? No it was strain from weakened muscles but Akima was new to the feeling and would not have been able to identify it.

The angel moved her arms freely in a wide circle facing the woman. Her eyes blared with the intent to cause harm. In a moment Akima lunged toward the woman unthinking caught up in her powerful feelings. In the fifteen feet or so it took Akima to reach the woman it became dreadfully clear that the angel was moving far slower than she ever had before. Akima's gauntleted fists reached out looking to connect with the woman, but met only air as the woman easily leaned back side stepping the blow.

Akima stumbled catching herself she tried to bring her bare elbow back to strike as her now clumsy feet tried to catch up with her seemingly heavier body. Another miss for Akima but not for Katherine as Katherine again stepped just out of range of the elbow and braced herself against the wall. Before Akima could even read the movement Katherine's boot was in her bare side expertly aimed between Akima's breast plate and the armored skirt the force not meant entirely just to hurt but sent Akima off balance and crashing across the floor in a loud tangled heap of angel and armor, Akima's head bouncing off the far wall.

Akima gasped the wind knocked from her body as pain shot through her. Akima had felt pain only a handful of times and the sensation was absolutely overbearing. "Uggg oh what's happening to me!" she cried out coughing the will to fight drained from her for the moment as she lay on her side crumpled on the floor not wanting to move just yet. 

"Oh you poor thing what's wrong I thought you were going to give me a thrashing" Katherine said her voice dripping with venom as she moved toward the angel her heels tapping on the floor as she walked. "Is my little girl having second thoughts?" Another kick connecting with Akima's bare flesh forcing the angel to react.

Akima crumbled slightly as the second kick but tried to deliver her own. Katherine took a step back as a feeble blow hit her lower leg. Akima scrambled away and back into a standing position using the far wall as support. Akima was coughing trying to catch the breath she had lost, preparing to defend herself. The fire in her eyes burning brighter than before she had been forced to the ground.

Akima tried once more to land a blow on Katherine's face. This time the moment was so agonizingly slow Akima had to watch in helpless as Katherine grabbed her wrist and stepped nearly behind Akima, the arm was wrenched painfully behind the angels back and Akima's face hit the wall.

"What!?" The angel cried out as she was pushed into the wall. In the next moment she was on her knees Katherine's spiked heel digging into the back of her leg. Katherine's free hand tangled in the angel's dark hair and violently pulled back and down forcing Akima to look up, her chin and throat firmly against the wall.

"I think you might be starting to understand the position your in at the moment... slave" Katherine said cruelly with the most sadistic smirk on her lips. Akima's head was wrenched back further with each small struggle she made until she was certain any more and her head may pop off.

"Let go you miserable cunt!" Akima's screamed defiantly.

"You would like that wouldn't you pet...but we have so much more ground to cover." Katherine kisses releasing the angel's hair and grabbing the remaining free arm pulling it in a submission point on the angels back. Akima screamed in pain as her arms were twisted. It was the first time she tasted the feeling of being helpless as the situation washed over her body.

"What do you want with me why did you buy me... you must realize the danger your in if it's discovered I am here" Akima said trying her level best to calm herself her head still pressed against the concrete. With the last words escaping her mouth Akima felt a tension on her gauntlets and then the sudden release of her arms. Try as she might it took a moment before realizing they had been bound just under her wings.

"Oh my dear angel, there is no danger of anyone finding you here... you poor naive girl." Katherine cooed into Akima's ear. "Your so very far from home... and to answer your question slave..."

"I want everything..."

Akima's blood ran cold with the words. A million thoughts passing through her mind. The thoughts interrupted by the sudden upward pull on the back of her neck moving her to stand.

"You want everything... I don't understand?" Akima's voice was somehow lacking in confidence as she pulled against the restraints on her arms.

"You will understand in the coming days pet but first I think you need some alone time." Katherine paused another evil smirk on her lips as she began to push the girl forward toward the heavy metal door of the room. "I want you to have a chance to reflect on your first choices and how brilliantly they have worked out for you so far. The time for questions had passed slave you have lost that privilege." Katherine said coldly opening the door to the room pushing the angel through into a dimly lit hallway keeping a crushing grip on the back of her neck.

Akima winced at the pressure and the slightest whimper escaped her lips as she was pushed easily when the woman applied pressure. Anger still swelling inside her each time she was called pet or slave. Akima refused to offer a response to her new mistress's words as she was pushed down the hallway and into another room which contained a single light illuminating a cage.

The cage was hardly big enough for a large dog to fit inside. Akima knew exactly what this was meant for. It was her area of reflection it seemed. She felt her hands come loose for a mere moment and she seized the opportunity to brace herself against the door frame of the cage. This brief resistance was quickly met by another rough shove and she was inside the door closing behind her before she could escape.

Akima reached wildly through the bars trying to scratch at her recent assailant who was now just out of each. Her face pressed into the metal bars straining.

"I will return tomorrow pet to check on your progress. I suggest you think about your actions and all of the really important questions you want to ask. I will be teaching you a lesson tomorrow that will shed some light on your new role in life. Sleep tight my dear." Katherine said in a venomous tone and was abruptly gone the door to the room shutting behind her.

Akima let out a frustrated scream slamming her fist against the bars of her cage. "I am going to kill that woman I swear it." She muttered to herself as she turned to examine the new area.

The walls where the same bear mortared stone from the pervious room. No windows, no extra lights. Her cage was completely empty, no blanket no pillow no comfort to be had. She let out a loud sign sick of stooping over she resigned herself to a half curled up position grateful that her armor kept the bars from pressing into her skin.

Akima was weak, tired, hungry and cold. Not to mention sore along her side and the back of her head now. As the anger left the feeling of despair began to slowly sink into her body and mind. She looked up at the door she had been pushed through and it hit her like a ton of bricks. The entire weight of what had been happening to her the past few days came crashing down all at once. Before she knew it Akima buried her face against her arms and began to sob inconsolably.

She had no reference to time. The tears had long dried up, having cried herself to the point that she just couldn't anymore. Everything was now a dull pain. Her wings screamed for release having been bound for days on end they desperately needed a stretch. The side that has been kicked was now a nice blue bruise truly something she had never seen on herself before. Her knees and back were just a mass of dull pain from having to hold the same position for so long. Akima had plenty in the way of range of motion. She could lay on her sides and her knees but there just was not enough room to straighten out even at an angle. The worst pain of all came from her stomach. Akima had not eaten since the day she was captured and it was wearing on her. All she could do to comfort the feeling was sleep.

It seemed like forever before she heard the sound of her assailant coming back down the hall. When the door opened Akima no longer had the same burning anger from before. With dull eyes she looked up at the cruel woman.

Katherine was nearly beside herself seeing the defeated look in the angel's eyes but kept a clam cold demeanor about her as she brought out a loaf of bread from behind her back. She watched Akima's eyes intently a smirk coming to her lips as she saw the angels eyes light up with a little hope in them.

"Good morning pet, hungry are we? You seem to be in a slightly better mood this morning."

Akima reach feebly through the bars toward the woman her eyes affixed to the bread, her mouth watering uncontrollably at its sight though it was nothing but bread.

"C, can I have it please" Akima voice came out hoarse from the crying and screaming. Also in part because she was patched.

"Oh this? Sure it's part of today's lesson I hope you have come up with some questions for me." Katherine said an extremely disturbing friendly smile broke out causing Akima to shrink back.

Akima could almost feel the strings attached to the food now as she glared at the woman. "Yes I do, who are you? Why are you doing this? What do you want from me? Why me? Can I have food!?" All the questions came out blurring together as Akima's hand shot back out of the bars reaching for the bread.

Katherine shot daggers at the girl and Akima withdrew her hand under the gaze. 

"Good questions but not the questions you should be asking. Here pet let me explain as best I can. You are my property now. You will be trained as a slave." Seeing the stunned look on Akima's face as shock from the matter of fact tone hit her. Katherine tore a piece of bread free rolling it between her fingers.

"As a slave I own every part of you... "Katherine smirked seeing the indignation in Akima's eyes she dropped the piece of bread on the floor and stamped on it as if it were a cigarette butt." That means if I want you to starve you will if I want anything from you it's mine to take. Resistance is futile.... Now I completely expect you will resist, any free creature would. So it's my job to break you of those silly bad habits and prepare you for the Master.

There was an audible whimper of distress in from Akima as she listening and watched the piece of bread be ground into the dirty floor. Akima was desperate though and would have likely eaten it anyway.

"There are many lessons you will be taught each tougher than the last... I won't sugar coat this angel. You are going to have every last bit of your individuality taken. Willing or by force I promise... Which brings us to our first lesson? Everything must be earned!" Katherine said coldly and tore another piece of bread from the loaf.

"What is your name girl" Katherine said stepping up to the cage if only to stare down on the angel.

The angel didn't say a word staring up at her defiantly.

"You will answer if you want to eat. So tell me what your name is?" 

Akima grit her teeth in anger wanting to lash out as her stomach twisted in hunger pangs.

"Akima" She spat.

"Good Girl" Katherine said with another fake smile squatting in front of the cage holding the bite sized piece of bread just out of reach. "No, not with your hands angel I will be feeding you."

Akima lit up with rage as the woman made an attempt to humiliate her. Slamming a fist against the wall. "Fuck you!" She shouted seething

Katherine said nothing more standing up she dropped the piece of bread to the floor just out of the angels reach and turned to leave opening the outer door. She was nearly gone when the satisfying plea came.

"No wait please! I am starving!" Akima cried out, all anger had been erased from her voice desperation having replaced it.

Katherine stepped back into the room for a moment and kicked the tiny piece of bread she had dropped within reach. "That is it then you will get more tomorrow if your more cooperative" She said coldly and left ignoring Akima's pleas.

Akima collapsed into an absolute puddle in the cage having devoured the bite size piece of bread it only serving to make the hunger even more intense. She couldn't help but beat herself up over the fact that her temper had stolen food right out of her mouth. She shook her head of the thought glaring. Well I wouldn't have been in this position if I wasn't being tormented! She said internally. Ultimately she would cry herself to sleep again after many hours of enduring the discomfort of the cage.

The next day when she heard the clicking of the heels she did her best to straight up and remains calm. The door opened and in stepped Mistress Katherine today she was holding a tray. Katherine sat the try on the floor out of reach so Akima could gain an eyeful of bounty if she decided to play along. There was a new loaf of bread, a cooked potato a small bowl of cooked carrots with the little both, and a pear. Not to mention a small pitcher of water. Akima's eyes stared lustfully visibly drooling her hunger driving her near insane. Instinctively she reached for the tray only to have her gauntlet smashed into the floor and held by the Mistress's boot.

"Did you learn nothing girl, how many days will you goes without food before you learn?" Katherine said moving to take the tray away. 

"No please I am just so hungry it wont happen again!" Akima cried in a near panic when Katherine went to take the food back. 

"Very well girl, let us continue from yesterdays lessons. You must earn everything. If you want to be fed you will follow the rules. I have no issues with letting you starve." The words were bitter cold and contained no mercy causing Akima to squeak as she was given the chance to pull her arm back.

"Since you did not cooperate yesterday Akima...today's lesson will be a little harsh. I already mentioned everything must be earned. So for your bread you will hand over your gauntlets..." The voice was unforgiving in nature and left no room for argument.

Akima's mouth was ajar as she looked up to Katherine searching for any kindness. There was none to had. Akima thought for a moment if she would be willing to give her armor up for the food. Her stomach made a brutal case advocating the decision. Her mind was made up when she watched the Mistress again reach for the tray. "No wait!" Akima cried out shuffling uncomfortably. "I will do it, I will trade."

Katherine scoffed and let out a slight chuckle. "I don't think your understand slave, your not trading anything. You are earning this meal by complying with my instructions. I am being kind by sparing you details of how food is normally earned by allowing you to do something less humiliating. Do you think I was not going to take your precious armor at some point?"

Akima had let those words get the better of her thinking too deeply about what she was told. She realized it was true, why not cooperate and earn a meal instead of go hungry and have the armor taken anyhow. Wait what the fuck I am thinking! She said to herself.

After another moment Akima gave into her stomachs desires and skillfully unhinged her gauntlets. A blessing for Katherine because it may have taken a considerable amount of time to figure out the gear mechanisms.

"Here take them..." Akima said in an utterly saddened voice as she pushed the two gauntlets into the floor listening to them scrape as they went. Her arms now uncovered, she gave a small shiver the cool air getting to her hands and forearms.

Katherine scooped them up leaning out of the main door apparently tossing them into a container. 

"Good girl I am glad to see you are in a more malleable mood." Katherine said tearing a fist sized hunk of bread off and again squatting by the cage. She eyed Akima as if daring her to reach for it.

Akima eyes looked away her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment as she realized she still had to eat from the woman's hands. After a moment her stomach growled painfully and Akima submitted taking small bites of the hunk trying not to let her lips touch the Mistress's hand.

Katherine could not help but let her see a genuine smile as Akima removed the last bit from her fingers. "Are you thirsty girl?" Katherine said pouring a glass of water. The glass with thin clearly designed for this specific purpose allowing it to move between bars easily.

"Yes I am..." the angel said weary of what strings were attached.

"Good, I want you to start addressing me by my title. You may choose. Mrs. Mrs. Katherine. Mistress Katherine or Mistress. The choice is your for now. Comply if you want a drink."

Akima's eyes fell to the floor for a moment her face flushed again. "I guess today's lesson is on embarrassment right?" She paused for a long moment " Mrs. Katherine"

Katherine smirked sliding the glass between the bars pushing it against Akima's lips and tilting not waiting to see if Akima was ready or not. Akima started coughing unprepared for how the water would stick in her dry throat.

"Good girl, but today's lesson is not in embarrassment. You just feel embarrassed because you have so little control." Katherine smirked watching a little flame rise up and die out quickly with the sound of a growling tummy.

"Ok girl, the legs are next hand them over and you will be allowed the entire potato. Do hurry your cooked food is starting to cool." There it was again a purely sadistic smile and it makes Akima's skin crawl.

Akima's tummy growled as if angry at her indecision. Akima let out a sigh that nearly turned into an outburst of tears. She shored herself up determined not to let them woman see her any more vulnerable than she was. It took her nearly a full minuet to get both pieces of leg armor off. She pushed them through the bars with some difficulty and watched them disappear around the door.

"Good girl Akima, so cooperative today. Ok now your breastplate" Katherine said in a near cheery tone. Akima nearly went wild trying desperately to keep her temper under control.

"I gave you the armor I want my food!" Akima's voice came cross as angry and strained.

Katherine smirked "Oh my dear Angel, I did say that didn't I. Well promises to a slave are easily broken. I will give you the rest of the meal here once I have all of your armor. Of course if you feel your done eating for the day I could just pull you out and remove it myself."




Retribution of a Solar Empire Ch. 01



Akima's teeth ground together she was hungry, nay starving but she did not want to expose herself. It was a long two minuets but Akima again set to work when the mistress threatened to take the food way.

Akima still had on basic undergarments which kept her bits hidden still. Akima collapsed the skirt a breast plate and pushed them though the bars and settled back a little bit staring coldly at the mistress.

"Good girl, that will do we can get the rest when it's time to bathe." Katherine turned to leave just stepping outside the door when she heard one of the sweetest sounds. She didn't need to turn around to know Akima was making soft noises trying to reach the tray, listening to the angels nails scraping the very edge. Katherine turned around in amusement watching the angel. An evil chuckle escaped her lips. "Oh that's right your still hungry."

Akima had her face pressed right to the bar the finger nails just touching the tray, she felt herself about to start sobbing as the mistress spoke watching her struggle to feed herself. Finally Akima admitted defeat and cried out softly. "Please feed me Mrs. Katherine, this is cruel I was told I could earn that meal please don't deny me I gave you what you wanted." the angel whined softly at the mistress.

Katherine shuttered with excitement stepping over and pushing the tray up to the cage to allow the angel to feed herself. "Mmm you begging are absolutely delicious slave. Your going to give me so much satisfaction. For now slave I will withhold the lesson I so wish to inflict upon you. I will return shortly to bind your for your bath. Eat up my delicious plaything" Katherine cooed the lust in her voice shining through clear as day.

Akima had an absolute sinking feeling listening to the way Katherine spoke to her. It was obvious that the mistress had gained much more satisfaction during that engagement than Akima had; now biting into her potato. Helplessness was the feeling Akima could not identify, it was that strange empty space in her because she had let her dignity erode in exchange for the meal she desperately needed. It was a lesson she was not even aware of yet, but would plant the seeds and lay the foundation for events to come.

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The next day or so... at least from what she could tell seemed to drag by. She had not seen the mistress since giving up her armor. In the time immediately after finishing her meal and the pain of hunger had subsided that she bolstered herself mentally.

For hours she had fumed angry with herself over her willingness to bend for such a pathetic meal. She was an Akir or an angel in the human tongue. Such things should have been beneath her. Now she could not shake the feeling that she may be nothing but a toy for someone else's amusement and it made her sick to her stomach.

Akima lay down on her side to alleviate some of the pain of crouching on the bars each position she tired eventually ended in discomfort. Her mind consumed with thoughts of escape. If only she could get outside in the sun for just a couple of hours she would be able to break the leather bindings on her wings and fly home leaving this experience behind.

Akima's thoughts were interrupted abruptly by the sound of her cell door opening. She had not heard footsteps. Akima rolled back onto her knees peering at the cracked door. A feminine hand reached inside pushing the heavy door open further. In came a young girl, dressed in fine silk garments, the girl jumped seeing Akima staring back. "Wait doesn't be frightened can you help me?!" Akima whispered loudly not wanting to attract attention.

The girl rushed over to the cage kneeling down began to open the locking mechanism on the cage. "Shhh they might hear you." the young girl said in a hushed whisper. "I am going to let you out you need to follow me quietly and do what ever I say understood?" Akima nodded furiously and the door came open Akima stooped out straightening out with a slight whimper as her muscles ached. 

"Hurry follow me "The young girl said darting out the door and down the hallway her footsteps hardly making a sound. Akima followed quickly in a panic but extremely hopeful that she was about to be set free. The young girl rounded the corner and entered another door holding it open for Akima letting the angel enter before closing it behind them. 

The room was dark but suddenly lit up was caged lanterns around the room lit up revealing a large room with a pool like structure inside. 

"Here she is Mistress I must return to the master's side now" The young girl said giving a little curtsey. Akima whirled around to her horror the Mistress standing behind where the door had opened. Akima looked to the young girl mouth quivering realizing she had been cheated. Before Akima could say anything the mistress stepped to her and wrenched an arm behind Akima's back pulling her away. She lift so hard it caused Akima to drop to her knees in the attempt to escape the hold. 

"Good job Kass I appreciate the help with today's lesson you are excused." Katherine said keeping a firm grip on Akima as the girl exited the room.

Akima stared in shocked disbelief for a moment. Tears stinging at her eyes as the sudden hope she had felt was utterly betrayed. Worse yet she had been blinded by that hope long enough to be delivered right into the mistress's waiting arms. "No please" a harsh whisper escaped her lips as the realization set in.

" Tisk tisk, Akima I told you the lessons would be harder. What you should take away from this experience is. Any thoughts of escape need to die right here. We are hundreds of feet below ground without a guide what hope would you have of finding the exit?" Mistress Katherine hissed an almost seductive tone into Akima's ear. Katherine grinned as she felt the angels shoulders lump with her words. "Come now it's bath time slave" Katherine gently applied pressure on the arm encouraging Akima to move toward the center of the room.

Akima half in shock still let out a whimper trying to keep herself composed as she was pushed toward the water. After a few more seconds her thoughts cleared and anger replaced her momentary despair. "You cunt!" She cried out struggling to break free of the arm twist and strike the mistress. We a sudden shove she flopped into the poor of cold water coming back up with a shocked gasp trying to catch her breath. The moment she could speak she yelped "cold oh cold!" Akima grabbed at the edge of the pool and began to hoist herself out her wings feeling like ice the sensitive flesh beneath the feathers soaked, in turn chilling her to the bone.

Katherine had a stern and unforgiving look on the face as she put a boot to Akima's forehead and pushed her back into the pool leaving her to try treading the water. 

"Insolent girl is that any way to speak to your Mistress. After all I am the hand that feeds you. "Katherine said in a hiss staring the angel down." I should beat you within and inch of your life... alas your new you don't know any better. I will let it slide girl."

Akima came back up gasping trying to keep herself afloat as Katherine denied her any attempt at grabbing a ledge. The angel struggled to stay up in the water having spent very little time swimming, and lacking the energy to do so now.

"Let me out!" Akima screamed realizing she was not to be allowed to touch the edges unsure of how much deeper the pool could be. "Mrs. Katherine please I hardly know how to swim I am going to drown.

"You very well might pet, unless you relent to my demands. I want your under garments...now" Katherine said with a stern voice, amusement in her eyes watching the girl flounder. "In exchange you will be give soap and hair wash. When you have completed the task you will be allowed to touch the edge."

Akima coughed and sputtered nearly choking. She did not have much time to think about her modesty or the fact her sensitive areas might be exposed. She stripped her top off and threw it from the pool and then her bottoms her head going under each time. She had resorted to doggy paddling in her panic to stay afloat. Too panicked to think about simply rolling to her back.

Katherine had a toothy grin as she sat two different cups of soap at the edge nearest herself. "Here you go pet, best hurry you seem a bit flustered." A cruel chuckle escaping her lips. Akima snatched the cup dumping them both over her head panic setting in as she sank trying to wash her hair her hands moving swiftly over her body under the water before the came sputtering back up.

"Ok! Ok Mrs. Katherine I washed!" She shouted soap still in her hair and eyes as she gripped the side of the pool holding herself up. A moment later she felt a hand on her head pushing her under water. Akima struggled furiously the air escaping her lungs and mouth as she screamed. Taking in a deep breath of water caused her to really begin to panic.

A moment later she felt a tug and was pulled from the water by her hair by the mistress. She lay half in and out of the poor coughing violently trying to catch her breath her legs and arms burning from exertion. 

"Do not try to tell me your finished with a task until it is completed slave." Katherine hissed obviously out to terrorize the girl. "Now beg me for mercy and I won't push you back in. Remember girl the choice is yours make the right one."

Akima still trying to recover her breath wondered if this mistress could sense her fear. She had always been afraid on deep water and this experience had rattled her mentally. Without hesitation she begged. "Please Mrs. Katherine don't put me back in I am sorry for the mistake I..." Akima froze realizing that not even a day before she was ready for a fight now here she was begging.

"Oh, that's a real shame you were doing so well." Katherine said cringing and without a second thought kicked the angel back into the water. A frown spread across her face as she watched the angel start sinking she was doing much worse the second time around. Katherine could not help but make a mental note. "I think this one will end up with an aqua phobia. Katherine shuttered Goosebumps running up her spine. "How delicious" Katherine let Akima pull herself out of the poor when the panicked angel has finally managed to flounder her way to an edge. She just lay there coughing violently and began to sob shivering in the cold.

Akima girt her teeth pounding her fist into the floor and turned her head to look at her mistress. "You are insane you have no mercy at all" the words cracked around the room bouncing from wall to wall. "If you think I will submit to you just because you have temporary control over me you have another thing coming."

Katherine smirked rocking back on her heels. "Oh little angel, I am just teaching you some of the lessons now so you can understand your mistakes later. If you thought I meant to break you in the first few nights you were mistaken." The smirk faded from the woman's lips and an icy calm fell over her. "I am just getting started Akima I don't intend to break you entirely, I want to take you to the brink and back as many times as your mind will let me. I want to relish the process. You see the master will still desire to break you himself. I am just here to test your limits so that he might toy with you. If you wanted to know why you are here let me explain." Katherine began walking toward Akima in the same predatory stride she usually did this time she carried herself as if she was ready to explode with emotion.

"I love watching my girls suffer. I savor every moment of stripping a girl to her instincts and building her back up just to start the process over again. The reason we chose you is because angels may never break. If we hurt you we will force you to heal. We will extract what we desire from you for as long as we can." Katherine's words were coated with malice and danger. The room seemingly darkened with her cruel intent.

"You are our slave now Akima and you will live out your days in agony, sweet delicious agony." Akima was now whimpering trying to back away from the woman standing over her keeping her breast covered with one arm the other out stretched in case she was attacked trying to fend off Katherine's advance. Akima's mind was on fire as emotions tore through her as she listened to Katherine's words. The verbal onslaught enough to drive her to tears alone already shaken by nearly drowning. 

"No please you can't do this to me I have a family they will be looking for me. I... I... I...," Akima voice was nothing more than a squeaky whisper as she cowered away from the mistress.

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Retribution, Oh So Bittersweet



The night I found my fiancée in bed with another man, was when seething anger ripped though me and I swore immediate revenge. We had been engaged for more than three months and were to be married in another short two, to finally become man and wife.

My fiancée was more than beautiful, she was gorgeous, blond hair streaming over slender shoulders, blue eyes flashing above a patrician nose and bud-like lips; her oval breasts tapering to narrow waist and rounded ass, ending in long shapely legs.

From our first meeting, she had denied me her maidenhead, coyly saying she was saving it for our wedding day; until the day I finally found her declarations to be false.

Arriving at her apartment early, letting myself in with the key she had given me, I heard noises coming from the bedroom. Wondering what could be wrong, I hastened down the corridor, to arrive in shocked surprise outside her bedroom door.

The sounds that reached me were not of distress, but more animal in nature, guttural groans of pleasure, accompanying the slap, slap of heated intercourse.

Carefully, I opened the bedroom door and, with dismay, witnessed my future wife spread-eagled on the bed, legs wide, with a dark, hirsute youth thrusting deeply within.

Filled with rage, I emitted a strangled roar, crying out in choate anguish, as hurt, anger and primordial grief coursed through me. They stopped in mid-thrust, disengaged and turned towards me, guilt etched upon their faces. Fear was also there, as they recognized the wrath and determination in my eyes.

I calmed myself, thinking how to proceed. I knew what I now desired, to punish this interloper and, also, to humiliate and hurt my unfaithful lover.

A plan began to form, even as the youth leapt from the bed to hastily don some clothes.

Again, I shouted "Stop, we aren't finished yet. In fact we have hardly begun."

He stopped in midstream, unable to don more than underwear and one sock, one foot still in the air, suddenly frozen in a ridiculous tableau.

"Remove what you have already put on, young man; then hand me your belt and prostrate yourself over the bed to receive the thrashing of your life."

With shaking hands he pulled the broad leather belt free and gave it to me.

My fiancée still lay on the bed, legs invitingly spread, her golden pubic hair now growing amber in the dying light. Turning away, I ignored my would be temptress.

Meekly the youth stretched over the bed, ass raised, as if he had done this before.

I administered the thick belt without mercy, striking hard, glorying in each welt raised, exorcising some of my demons.

Soon his ass took on a rosy hue and then deepened to a darker red, splotched with claret, where bruising began to surface. 

At first he was quiescent but soon he was crying, sniffling softly. I wanted to break him, so I increased the force of each stroke.

He held up well and it was only towards the end that he finally broke. It was then he began to cry uncontrollably, face crimson, matching his ass, blubbering, as tears mixed with mucus rained down upon the bed

When I had finally done, I ordered him to depart, never to return. In pain he tenderly bent to pick up his clothes and departed the bedroom without a word. I heard him as he quickly dressed in the corridor, before his final departure, as the outer door closed.

A worm of shame, mingled with guilt wriggled to the fore; being abashed at any thought or hint I was a cuckold, I had taken my angst out on a mere youth.

Now I could tend my second client, my lovely intended, soon to be discarded, wife.

As my anger cooled, I still ached for her, seeing her angelic face, framed in hair of summer corn, her graceful neck and shoulders descending to jutting breasts, nipples erect, still aroused, then to narrow waist and widening hips, above her long tapering legs. 

It gave me pause, halting me in my purpose, until I quickened my resolve and knew I had to continue.

She thought she would get away with a good spanking, brazen it out, and then continue as before, but I had other plans.

Once denied her primary maidenhead, I knew I would take what was still intact, her remaining virtue, her virgin ass.

I originally planned to penetrate her hard and relentless, but that would never satisfy my intent, since I wanted her consent to explore her rear passage. I wanted to be invited in.

I left to hunt up oils or creams, to ease her penetration.

When I returned, she was crying quietly, golden locks cascading beneath her chin, tears streaming down her face, grief in every aspect of her body. I steeled my heart, even as it burst, knowing what I must do.

I hesitated a moment, struck by her pose of quiet contrition, wondering if it was false.

In silence, I offered her the instrument of her pleasure or pain, a thick cream, to accept or reject.

She knew what was expected of her, applying the rich lubricant thickly to my prick, then to my hand, so that I could rub it deeply into her ass.

Then she said, in tiny voice: "I freely give you all I have left to offer, my last bastion, my final virginity. I surrender it totally to you." Those words made my heart throb because then I knew that I had finally succeeded.

She understood my intent, having denied me before, she now willingly accepted me.

She knelt upon the bed in silent surrender, ass high and proud, wanting to be entered.

I met no resistance; the initial sensations were glorious, not only sending thrills through my prick but my whole body.

She was so tight, truly virginal, gripping me like a clenched fist, seizing me hugely as if she would never let go.

Then I began a slow rhythm, pushing forward, ever slow to withdraw, drawing it out lovingly.

She offered herself totally now, open, as if in recompense for her former betrayal.

She moved of her own volition, pushing back, wanting to be reaved, demanding to be penetrated deeper.

Her contractions then began, seizing and holding my essential manhood, clenching me tightly, until, with shuddering bursts, I began to come.

Too late, my questing hand sought her clitoris but she was already there, denying me, already pleasuring herself.

She finally came in gasps and great shuddering groans and elongated cries.

I continued to come in heaving spurts, splattering her inner walls, my spasms still reverbing long beyond their passing, Finally, we were still, as our last passionate throes died, having spent ourselves in total exhilaration.

Then she washed and tended my prick with care, stroking and kissing it softly. It saddened me that this was our final night; she was so achingly beautiful.

Now bereft of all anger, feeling tender regrets of what might have been and where our futures might have led, my soul aching with sudden loss, I hesitated.

After dressing I tried to leave, but my footsteps failed me, refusing to obey.

My emotions were shattered, wanting to stay, needing to go, feeling so wrought between anger, love and pain.

It was she who made the final decision, "Go, go now, although I would rather you stay, but that would be foolhardy, since I have wounded you so cruelly." 

As I passed through the door, I took one last longing look at her, my once bride to be, suddenly seeming very young and venerable, coiled upon the bed, silently weeping.

I paused and almost broke, then I gave her the only gift I could; I silently forgave her.

In grief and anguish I left this woman I had truly loved.

Analasis.

June,

2011. 



Rehabilitation Pt. 01



Prologue - The crime.

Nick and Don were both at university studying medicine. They spent all their free time together. Like all young men, their bodies and minds were awash with testosterone, and they were obsessed with sex. Every week they went out hunting, prowling the clubs and streets for victims. Many times they had caught a woman and taken turns to penetrate her in all her orifices while she screamed and struggled. This only excited them more and as time went on they became more and more violent. 

None of their victims identified them or even, as far as they knew, reported the crime that had been perpetrated on them. They always wore masks and condoms so the chances of being caught were slim.

One day a new student joined the class. She was tall and olive skinned with long straight black hair and legs that seemed never to end. She was dressed in tight leather trousers, heels and a close-fitting crop top that barely covered her breasts. She strode into the lecture hall arrogantly, looked around just long enough to be sure she had been noticed, tossed her head and sat down. All the men in the class and some of the women were staring at her, slack-jawed. She was really the ultimate desirable woman. Nick felt his cock stiffen and looking at Don sitting next to him, a swelling in the crotch area was very noticeable. 

After class, they talked. 

"Oh, man, I just have to have her!" groaned Don.

"OK, let's do her, but we need to be extra careful. This is very close to home."

They planned to follow her, find out where she lived and take her one night using a van borrowed from a friend.

Don followed the girl to a dingy block of flats, and watched her go inside. This was presumably where she lived. Just to be sure, he watched at the same time the following day and came back in the morning to see if she left. She duly arrived and left in good time for the class. 

The following night they got the van and waited down the street from the flats. When they saw her strutting along they got ready with a gag and cuffs and slid the door open. As she passed they pulled hoods on, stepped out of the van, grabbed her arms from behind, gagged her and had her cuffed and helpless in seconds. No-one could have noticed what happened.

Inside the van, Don held the girl down while Nick unzipped and pulled off her trousers, revealing a tiny thong. He ran his finger down the butt crack and she wriggled and moaned, protesting at the violation. He hooked his finger under the back strap of her thong, lifting it aside aside, and unzipping his fly with the other hand. After rolling a condom over his already stiff penis, he just pushed it roughly into her cunt, fucking her hard and fast. Very soon, he ejaculated with a loud expletive.

Then he took over from Don, holding her down while Don fucked her cunt and came as soon as Nick had.

They both did her mouth and then her anus, only waiting long enough for their penises to harden again.

When they were both spent, they shoved her out of the van and drove off, leaving her sobbing in the street. It was only later that Nick worried that the girl might have recognised his voice from class and, worse, realised that his condom had split.

Chapter 1 - Retribution begins.

Nick wandered aimlessly round town, slouched, head lowered, hardly aware of where he was. From time to time he groaned as the knot of fear in his stomach tightened. He jumped as his mobile rang. "Anything?" asked Don. 

"Not a fucking thing."

"She wasn't in class today again, was she?" 

"Nope. Maybe she hasn't talked..."

A pause. Then Don said, "I don't know how long I can go on like this, man, the strain is killing me, not knowing when the pigs might roll up and haul us off".

"Shit, don't think like that," growled Nick. "I feel sick too, but we just got to keep cool. And if they do come, stick to the story, it's only her word against ours, right".

Another pause. Then suddenly a loud rattle as if Don had dropped the phone. The sound of footsteps. 

"Don?" Nothing. Faint traffic sounds on the still-open line. Then the line was cut.

The two men in suits walked side by side down the fairly busy street without deviating from their path. They didn't need to - business-suited they might be but people automatically moved out of their path. Both were well over six feet tall, and their conservatively cut black suits didn't conceal their muscular physiques. The cropped hair and thick necks straining at their shirt collars contributed to the impression of power and controlled violence.

But as they approached Nick they moved slightly apart as if to pass each side of him. Nick, overwhelmed with panic was holding his phone and staring into space, not seeing them, or anything around him. As they passed, without changing pace, each grabbed one of Nick's arms and walked him backwards towards the open side door of a waiting black van.

It all happened so fast, Nick had no chance to resist: not that it would have made much difference if he had. One moment he was standing, appalled and frozen in panic, the next huge hands were gripping his arms and he was propelled backwards into a van. Before his eyes could adjust from the bright sunlight to take in the new surroundings, the door slid shut and he was in complete darkness. His arms were twisted behind his back and he was pulled down to his knees. Cold metal round his wrists, then racheting sounds, and he realised he was cuffed. The van lurched as it moved off.

The hands on his arms released their grip. He began to react at last, leaning forward to try and get to his feet, but his wrists were anchored to something. At the same moment, he felt something being pulled over his head. Form the smell and feel, a leather hood. He started to open his mouth to scream a protest, but his captors were working fast and efficiently. With a sharp zip sound, the leather pulled tight over his face and under his jaw and a strap was tightened round his neck. 

By now Nick was in total panic, already feeling a depth of helplessness and fear he had never known before. Events were moving too fast for him to be able to process what was happening to him, and his captors, well aware of this, kept up the pace. He next felt their hands on his legs. His trainers and socks were removed, the legs of his jeans slid up, and he felt straps tighten round his ankles. Then his ankles were steadily and firmly pulled apart until his knees started to follow them, sliding on the cold metal floor of the van. The shackles on his wrists held his arms up and back, so as his body lowered he was forced to lean forward to stop his arms being dislocated. He heard two sharp clicks and knew his ankles had been secured. 

He was now kneeling in a most unnatural and uncomfortable position, with his legs spread, almost sitting on his thighs, his bottom pushed out. He tried lowering himself to get some relief, but that just tore at his arm sockets and the tendons in his thighs, so he was forced to hold himself there, his thigh, calf and back muscles already aching with the effort.

Fingers brushed his neck as they slipped into the collar of his tee shirt, pulling it outwards. There was a soft tearing, slicing sound and he felt cool air on his chest. Nick experienced a new level of shock and fear as he realised his clothes were being cut off him. The hands slipped the now open tee shirt off his shoulders, he felt the sleeves being cut through, and the cloth slip free. Fingers unbuckled his belt and slid it out of the loops on his jeans. Nick was now trying to struggle and shout, but he could only squirm very slightly and his cries were no more than soft moans through the nose holes of the hood. 

A hand slipped into the back of his jeans, one of the fingers sliding into the cleft of his buttocks before pulling the material out and slicing it down to his crotch. The procedure was repeated in front, the hand this time just brushing the front of his underpants. He next heard the snick of a heavy scissors - clearly they couldn't cut the legs of his jeans off with a knife without slicing his legs. The cold steel of the scissor blade slid between the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh and the tightly stretched denim, then methodically snipped its way down, nibbled at the tightly creased cloth at his tightly bent knees, and then down over his calves. The same with the left leg, the cloth sliding away and he was all but naked. Then suddenly he felt both sides of his underpants pulled out and snipped simultaneously, the cut cloth dropped away and he was fully exposed. 

Throughout his ordeal so far not a word had been spoken. The only sounds he could hear were the rumbling of the van engine, the suppressed roar of passing traffic, the occasional scuffing of his tormentor's shoes on the metal floor, the little sounds that had accompanied each stage in his capture and humiliation. Despite his acute discomfort and humiliation, the two goons seemed so far to have avoided inflicting direct violence on him. Indeed, the overwhelming feeling was that they were using their strength to handle him with a sort of gentleness that yet allowed no possibility of resistance.

Once he had been stripped, there was a pause in the action. Nick's mind was in such turmoil of fear and humiliation that any attempt to think clearly through his situation was impossible. One thing only was obvious. This must have some connection with the girl. She must have talked, but not to the cops - surely these guys couldn't be cops? Other than that, the thought dominating his mind was that he was totally in their power, completely without power to control the situation. They could do absolutely anything to him, and judging by what had happened so far, they had every intention of demonstrating that further. This realisation in itself redoubled his fear and he realised his body was now trembling, his leg muscles in spasms with the constant agonising tension from holding himself in his spread kneeling/squatting position.

As these thoughts cohered in his frenzied mind, he felt hands through the leather covering his face. First, a tug at one side, the sound of a heavy zipper opening across his mouth, at the same time easing the tightness under his jaw. Able for the first time to protest, he opened his mouth to speak but it was immediately plugged with something fat and stubby with a rubbery taste and feel, which almost filled his mouth. He felt a strap being tightened behind his head, and the gag drove further between his teeth, filling his mouth almost to his throat and making his jaw gape to the point of dislocation. As he was coming to terms with this new torment, he felt two tugs, a snapping sound and a flap was lifted and secured back, allowing him to see for the first time. 

The interior of the van was dimly lit by a couple of overhead lamps, but after being blindfold Nick was momentarily dazzled. As his vision recovered, he started to take in his surroundings. He couldn't see either of the goons, who must be behind him. What immediately caught his attention was the figure facing him - a man, no, a boy like him, leather hooded and, he soon realised, chained in exactly the same position. It didn't take long to work out that this was Don. The knowledge that they had both of them was yet another blow to any remaining hope of getting out of this nightmare. 

He could see Don's wide, fearful eyes through the two holes in his leather mask. He looked just like one of the awful gimps they'd seen in the porn movies they watched together. Like Nick, he was naked and his limp cock and balls were swinging between his legs, his body visibly juddering as he tried to cope with his unnatural posture. His lips gaped around the enormous cockgag filling his mouth. Nick could see it had an outer rubber ring with the dildo part fitted through the centre, and a small strap hanging from the outer side of the dildo, like a leather tongue.

The van was large, the size of a small room, all black except for bright steel rails and sockets in the ceiling, floor and walls. Various straps, cuffs, chains and hooks hung along the side, apparently ready for use. Don was shackled by his ankles to ring bolts in the floor, and his wrists to a pole locked into a ceiling socket. As he watched, one of the men stepped from behind him, holding what seemed to be a tangle of leather straps and chains, and a small leather covered box. He was still dressed in his black business suit, neatly polished shoes, white shirt and tie. For the first time Nick saw his face. If he'd been in a state of mind to think about it, he'd have said the guy was good looking in a rugged, outdoor sort of way, with blonde hair cropped like a squaddie. But what he did notice was that the expression was not of cruelty or malice: it was an expression of intense concentration, of a professional absorbed in his work. Somehow, that chilled Nick.

Blondie laid the straps on the floor and sorted them, revealing that there were two sets. He lifted one up, looked directly into Nick's eyes, and spread it out. There was a wide strip of thick leather with various hooks and studs in it. Dangling from it was another, thin strap, interrupted in two positions by large steel rings. 

He moved over to Don and taking a chain from the wall of the van attached it to a hook slotted into a rail above and slightly behind him. He strapped a leather cuff onto each of Don's wrists and hooked them together with a short chain. Then he passed the chain hanging from the roof between Don's wrists and hooked it back on to itself so he was still secured. Only then did he release Don's handcuffs so that he was no longer tethered to the pole in the floor. Finally, he unhooked the roof chain again and hauled in on it, drawing Don up to standing position, bent forward and down by the backwards and upwards pull on his arms, his legs spread and his bottom in the air.

Next, the wide leather belt was passed round Don's waist and Blondie began to tighten a set of straps with buckles at the back. The belt was so wide it was like a waist cincher, and Nick could see Don's waist pulling in till his ribs and hips bulged out over it. The thinner strap was passed from the front, between Don's legs, and loosely hooked onto the belt at the back. Blondie then took Don's cock and balls in his hand, and squeezed them through the front metal ring. Again, Nick could see the shock in Don's eyes at being so intimately and ruthlessly handled. He knew that the second ring would be right over Don's anus when the strap was pulled in. 

Blondie got to work on the adjustment at the back and as the strap tightened and despite Don's agony the pressure of the ring around his cock started to make it swell. Next, Blondie took from the leather box what looked like a small cuff with an even smaller harness attached to it. He circled Don's scrotum with finger and thumb, making his balls stand out below his hand, then with his other hand passed the cuff round the top of the scrotum and secured it with two small buckles. Then he arranged the little harness around Don's swelling cock and carefully tightened each of five thin buckles, so that the shaft was almost completely sheathed in leather, leaving only the now very swollen head exposed. Don's cock was now fully erect, standing out rigid from his body and seeming to be trying to burst out of its tight strapping. 

Nick watched in fascinated horror as his friend was trussed and forced into arousal, knowing all along that soon it would be his turn. It was a relief to leave his semi-kneeling position, but he soon found out that with his arms pulled high up behind his back he now had almost to stand on tiptoe to ease the pain in his shoulders. He knew that from behind his anus, cock and balls would completely exposed to the gaze and manipulation of the man who was keeping them captive. 

When the waist cincher was applied, Nick's bowels seemed to be forced up into his chest and down into his bottom and it became difficult to breathe. He could feel Blondie's breath on his back as he leaned down to take Nick's cock and balls in his hand and slip them through the crotch strap ring. Then as the strap was tightened, he felt the pressure of the front ring forcing blood into his cock. What he hadn't thought of was the effect of the rear ring, which was pulled tightly into the flesh between his buttocks, forcing it apart and stretching his anus open. The strap itself pressed hard on his perineum and into his bottom cleft and very quickly, like Don, and despite his pain and humiliation, he felt his cock begin to swell. 

When Blondie squeezed his balls and applied the ball cuff, he thought he would faint with pain, but as the man continued to work, strapping his cock tightly into its leather sheath, his balls started to ease into position and his cock swelled inside its restraints until he thought it would explode. From his head-down position he could clearly see the tip, now purple and distended, with a string of precum already hanging from the slit.

Apparently satisfied that the two boys were properly trussed, Blondie now adjusted their arm chains so that the pull came more from behind, pulling their bodies to a horizontal position and they no longer had to stand on tiptoe. With their torsos in this position, their faces were quite close together. Blondie then took out of the box something shiny and black and again fitted with straps. He held it between them, letting them see clearly what it was - a thick, stubby double dildo. Blondie clipped a very thin rod into the roof and secured the middle of the dildo to it, carefully adjusting it so the ends were lined up directly in front of Nick and Don's cockgagged mouths. 

Then he took hold of the straps on the dildos in one hand and with the other gripped a cord hanging from the ceiling. He tugged sharply on the straps, releasing the locks that held the dildos into their rubber ring surrounds and yanked them out. At the same time he hauled on the rope, which drew the wrist chain anchorages together, pulling the boys forward and off balance so they fell forward onto the double dildo before they could utter a sound. Stubby thought it was, this dildo was a little longer than the previous ones, and it penetrated them to the throat. Both boys immediately started to gag and splutter. 

Air escaped through their teeth and between their lips and the rubber ring with a wet farting sound and sprayed their faces with saliva. The feelings they now experienced were terrible for two highly sexed youths who considered themselves absolutely heterosexual. They stared into each other's wide, horrified eyes, only inches apart, their lips touching as they bulge around the gags, sharing a fat dildo that was impaling their throats simultaneously, both with massive throbbing erections and with their anuses fully exposed and stretched open. 

Blondie stepped back and permitted himself a small smile of satisfaction now that the boys could see only each other's eyes. He moved to the front of the van and knocked on the door to the cab. Shortly, the van slowed and drew to a halt. His colleague, equally well-built but dark haired and with a harder, slightly cruel face, joined him in the van.

Don and Nick heard this, and heard the two sets of footsteps approach. Their fear and humiliation was magnified by seeing it reflected in the other's eyes. But their pain and arousal were awakening a new emotion, one that perhaps had been in their friendship all along, but which neither had dared to acknowledge...

Any such thoughts were interrupted as they became aware that their two captors had taken up positions behind them. Moving in careful synchronisation, the two applied gobs of lube to their hands and slapped it onto each boy's splayed-out hole. They each held a butt plug which they now prepared with lube. The plugs weren't particularly large for an experienced anus, but quite large enough to stretch these virgins. 




Rehabilitation Pt. 01



Nick had by now just about relaxed enough to stop gagging, but when both jerked forward reacting to the cold gel the double cock rammed deeper in, fucking their throats and again making them gasp and splutter round the gags. Nick saw tears in Don's eyes and realised he too was beginning to weep. They were just beginning to appreciate how they had abused and insulted their victim, and what it felt like to be violated. They were about to understand that fully. Then each felt something firm pressing on their virgin holes, probing a little way in, then retreating. They moaned and struggled to no avail whatsoever. In fact, the only effect was to waggle their bottoms like bitches on heat. 

The foreign objects were applied again, this time penetrating the outer ring of muscles. Both boys had no option but to stare deep into each other's eyes as they shared the moment of their violation, seeing them open wide at each new assault, seeing the tears now running down their cheeks, hearing each other's moans, feeling each other's wide spread lips around the gags that had already raped their throats.

Then suddenly, both plugs were pushed slowly and relentlessly inside. At each moment Nick believed his anus would rip open as it was stretched wider and wider by the flared end of the plug. The pain in his untrained bottom as the full diameter of the plug entered him was unbelievable, and the sensation as it snapped inside and his anus closed on it, sucking it into him, totally fucked his mind. His scream exploded in a gust of air through his nose holes and around his gag, mingling with an identical explosion from Don. His rectum burned and seared as if he had been impaled on a red hot poker. 

The tight waist cincher and the restricted breathing holes stopped him panting and gasping as his body demanded, and he became dizzy, but the chains on his arms and the dildo strapped into his mouth held him up even as his legs gave way. The pain in his arms jolted him out of the faint and he stiffened his legs again, the action of his buttock muscles pulling the plug even more fully in to his ravaged rectum. Another jolt of pain hit him as the plug was rammed fully home and twisted, locking it into the ring so that he could not expel it.

Blondie and Brunette stood back, pleased with their work but feeling something was still lacking. Then Brunette took an elastic cord, clipped it onto a loop on Don's ball cuff and led it up to the roof behind him, stretching it until Don again stood on tiptoes to relieve the pain of the pull on his tortured balls. Blondie did the same to Nick. Then Brunette hooked another chain to the central ring on Don's cincher, led it down through an eyebolt in the floor between the two boys and up again to clip it onto the same place on Nick. 

He then tugged on the adjusting loop, pulling the boys abdomens down towards the floor. Unable to lower their hips because of the pull on their chained balls, both were forced to arch deeply, stretching the backs of their legs even tighter and making the curves of their buttocks stand out above their lowered backs. He and Blondie then went into the cab, leaving the boys alone and drove off again.

As the van moved off, and started to sway and jolt on the road, the two ravaged boys were forced to constantly tense and ease their legs to keep their balance. Each bump jerked the cords on their balls. Each shift of the hips shifted their plugs inside them, and the dildos in their mouths. The pain of their initial dilation had eased and the intrusions in their rectums though still alien and shocking had started to stimulate their inner membranes and their anal muscles despite themselves. 

Their cocks were now even more distended, the flesh bursting between the straps of the harnesses and the heads purple and glossy like small overinflated balloons. Time and again Nick felt a surge of cum rising but as his balls lifted the pain from the cuff killed the feeling. But as the van moved on, seemingly forever, the inevitable moment of release came closer and closer. He could read in Don's eyes that he too was begging for release. 

After what seemed like hours of torment and stimulation both started breathing and moaning fast together, feeling each other's arousal, and as the unstoppable climax approached they both found themselves hungry to take their cockgags fully into their mouths so their lips could meet. Despite the cords tearing on their balls, both started to writhe their hips and clench and unclench their anuses, making their plugs move inside them, pressing their faces together until their lips just barely touched, the cock gags working in their throats, and at last, with a simultaneous heave from their groins to their lips they spurted their loads in huge thick ropes onto the floor of the van, all the time still gazing into each other's wild eyes, crazed with pain and lust. 

In the cab, watching on CCTV, Blondie nearly came in his pants, as did Brunette who also nearly crashed the van. Shit, they hadn't expected these two actually to get off on this treatment, at least not at this stage. They exchanged glances and Brunette pulled the van into a lay-by. It was definitely time to move to the next phase of their assignment.

Soaked in sweat, now in agony from their bonds, their still-hard cocks dripping, the boys felt the van stop, heard footsteps and trembled, knowing their orgasms had not gone unnoticed and that some new torment was now in preparation.

Nick felt a hand on his strapped cock, then it was pulled painfully downwards. When he moved, he felt it being stretched and jerked in different directions and came to the conclusion that there was a weight swinging on it. Then he felt his nipple pulled outwards and screamed round his cockgag as something bit into it with incredible pressure, and then again as it was stretched downwards like his cock. The same was repeated on his other nipple. Judging by the jolts and staring from Don, he was getting the same treatment.

Then the situation got a whole lot worse, incredible though it seemed to Nick. There was a whistling sound and a sharp double crack, and his right buttock seemed to burst into flames. Once again, his body jolted violently, causing all the pain-inducing restraints to leap into action at once. His balls were tugged, the plug stabbed into him as his buttocks and anus clenched, the cock weight bounced and swung as did the nipple weights. Of course, Don was getting the same, hence the double sound of the lash. A pause, then the whistle and crack and this time his left buttock, followed immediately by a stroke to his back.

At last, Nick began to know just where his endurance might end. The whipping continued, stroke after stroke, all over his back and buttocks, then on his outer, then his inner thighs, the severity becoming greater and greater. He lost count how many lashes - twenty, thirty? - and then they started coming at him upwards, onto the tender skin of his belly and chest. He dimly realised this must be some sort of multi-strand whip, because when it struck his belly it also stung his cock.

Eventually, he found his mind fading, and his body giving in to the pain. A final frenzied flurry of lashes to his crotch, flailing his inner thighs, his stretched balls and his cock, sent him over the edge and his body yielded totally, piss streaming from his cock and shit oozing past the plug in his now dilated anus. He collapsed, but as his legs gave way Blondie caught him to prevent his arms being actually wrenched out of their sockets, unhooked the chain from his wrists and the cord from his balls and lowered him to his knees. His nipple clamps and cock weights were removed. Don had already reached the same point, and they knelt facing each other, barely conscious, more or less hanging from the cockgags strapped in their mouths and suspended from the roof. 

Blondie and Brunette washed the shit off them and cleaned the floor of the van. The mouth dildo was unlocked from its rod, their ankles were unshackled from the floor and their captors laid them on their sides together on a thin leather-covered mattress that they had laid out on the floor. Then their still-rampant cocks, locked in harnesses, were clipped together so the heads touched, squeezed between their leather covered bellies. Their wrists were cuffed behind their backs and their ankles were cuffed to each others', right to left, left to right. A supple leather sheet was pulled over them, and they were left alone once again.

Chapter 2 coming soon. In which the boys meet their victim again and find out the full details of their future lives.



Retribution: Sub Style



All good story tellers know the importance of setting, and while I can easily debate whether I am good at my part time craft, I too know the importance setting has. So, if it pleases you, imagine if you will...

A room decorated in medieval fashion, heavy decorative tapestries hang from the walls. The ambience is kept deceptively calm by aromatic candles being the only source of light. Dozens of them line the walls resting on built in shelves. The furnishings are simple yet not understated in any way. A large overstuffed chair arranged in such a way as to have an unobstructed view of the bed. Oh, and the bed, a true work of art. It is huge, far larger than even a California King, a size that was popular in the 1980's. The four solid oak posters engraved in great detail with vines of ivy and oak leaves. However, not in keeping with the style, the heavy ornate bed drapes have been removed for better visibility. From each of the four posters a heavy silken cord of ample length has been attached. The last of the furnishings is a large oak table again ornately carved and decorated to match the posters on the bed.

Now, of course, there can be no story without characters. Those people who further the plot or lack thereof. For without characters even the most beautiful of settings will just sit there, and so onto the characters of my humble tale...

First the antagonist, a woman of tender years yet gentle all the same. Blue of eye, rounded in body. By nature even tempered though easily roused to more passionate responses, whether amorous or of a more negative nature depending entirely on the moment. She will be called simply L for this tale. 

Now for my protagonist. That unfortunate creature forced to deal with the whimsical nature of L. Long of limb and hair, her eyes the color of clearest emerald green were set in a countenance of refined features.. Now her nature was different than L's, a strong dominant soul motivated her fiery life and actions. Mercurial and temperamental described her well. She will be call G here.

And for my final character His importance in this tale is that of on looker, no more no less.

So now if it pleases you, on to my tale of wrongs righted and amends made.

L entered the room, immediately looking for and finding her Master seated in his chair. She knelt before him and asked "You called for me Sir?"

Yes, My pet, I have a gift for you." he indicated the third person in the room.

"I don't understand Sir." L said.

The answer, when it came from the third person in the room. "I am here to serve your pleasure, to do with as you please." G said.

"Sir?" L asked looking from one to the other.

"It is as she says my pet." the Master said. The unholy gleam that sparked in L's eyes prompted him to speak again. "I caution you to temperance and to remember the responsibilities of Dominance. You were trained with a gentle hand, remember that."

"Understood Sir." His words had only slightly lessened the fire he saw in her normally peaceful blue eyes.

"I am here primarily for guidance as it becomes necessary." His words left a warning in the air, it had better not become necessary.

"Understood Sir." L said again acknowledging his advice, spoken and otherwise.

"Good, now enjoy your gift my pet." He sent her off with a gentle kiss and settled back to watch his pet in action.

L walked over to G. Uncertainty filled every line of G's body as she stood there, naked and awaiting L's instructions. 

L's movements were confident and sure. She came to a stop and looked the woman over from head to toe. "So, to serve my pleasure?" L asked her.

"Yes." the answer came with lowered eyes.

"To do with as I see fit? Yes?" L asked.

"Yes."

"Why?"

G looked up and watched as the hurt of betrayal and lack of confidence caused L's eyes to sparkle with unshed tears. With a tremor in her voice G spoke. "In times long past when one person wronged another and retribution was called for, it was often meted out in the form of servitude." Here she paused dropping gracefully to her knees. "And I have wronged you most grievously."

Two silent tears slipped down L's cheeks as she gazed down at her friend. Slowly the pain and hurt melted from her heart and soul. Leaving behind the warmth of friendship and caring. she could feel her Master's eyes upon her, lending her His strength and understanding.

With a gentle hand, L tipped G's head up and gazed into her eyes. She said only two words yet they were more than enough. "I accept."

Relief filled G and pushed out the tension and fear. Fear that L would refuse her. All of a sudden L loved her more in that one moment. That her friend would have the courage to kneel before her, and put herself at L's mercy, all the while knowing mercy might not be forthcoming.

L gazed at her for a moment more then instructed, "On the bed, on your back."

G did as she was told quickly. L walked over to the table which was covered with a large piece of blue silk. She lifted the cloth, then looked in surprise at her Master. His smile told her all she needed to know. He had provided the items lying there. There were two vibrators (an 8 inch one and a 12 inch one), a set of clips, a feather, a large make-up brush with the softest bristles, a double headed dildo and finally a blind fold.

L took the clips first and walked over to the bed. "From this point on you will observe the following rules. You may cum only with my permission. Each directive will be carried out without hesitation with one exception. If anything causes you discomfort mentally or physically you will say so immediately. Is this clear to you?"

"Yes"

"Yes ma'am." L corrected.

"Yes ma'am." G replied.

L briefly considered having G put the clips on but decided against it. She'd had more experience with them after all and knew what purpose she needed them to serve.

With a slow caress L slid her hand up the flat plane of G's stomach to the valley of her full breasts. Then with a thumb and forefinger she brought G's nipples to full erection. The clips followed, just past the point of a firm grip but not quite painful. Watching G's eyes to judge her reaction L pulled on the chain, satisfied to see her eyes cloud over with arousal. L took the chain attached to the last clip and trailed it down her body in a soft caress of steel. G's clit was throbbing, begging for attention by the time L attached the last clip.

"Arch your back, arms flat to the bed" she told G's. The length of chain was satisfactory. All three pleasure points were pulled and stretched. "Relax."

Turning back to the table L took up the blind fold next. "Lift your head." The black cloth was tied swiftly and securely. L paused for a moment letting G's other senses adjust to make up for the loss of one. That was when she noticed the cords at each poster. She started with G's left arm securing it with the silken cord then continuing around the bed securing each limb. By the time she finished G's breath was coming fast and her pussy was dripping wet.

"How are you doing?" L asked. G moaned in answer. "This turns you on doesn't it?"

"Yessssssssssssssssssss" was G's throaty response.

A sharp tug on the chain. "What?"

"Yes Maam!"

"Don't forget again." L picked up the brush and trailed it softly over G's cheek, down the long line of her neck to her nipples. G was visibly trembling as the bristles brushed over her throbbing nipples and then continued downward. Moans were coming with each breathe and when the brush glided over her clit she cried out.

L drug the brush over the lips of G's pussy soaking the bristles in the juices that were there. Reaching out with her other hand she tugged and teased G's clit watching each reaction, listening to each sound she uttered.

The command came suddenly "Cum!" L watched with hungry eyes as the other woman climaxed fiercely. The brush caught the juices of G's orgasm. L carefully brought the brush over G's mouth. "Open your mouth." Thick juices dripped slowly onto G's tongue. She lifted her head slightly, silently asking for more but L had a better idea.

Wetting the brush again in G's juices, with slow wet strokes L carefully painted each of G's nipples. Laying the brush aside, L grabbed the 8 inch vibrator and the double-headed dildo and then joined G on the bed.

A warm breath was the only warning G had before L's lops closed around one turgid nipple. Sucking and nibbling L savored the taste of each nipple and wanted more. She licked and kissed and slowly nipped her way to G's pulsing cunt and, with a flick of her tongue on G's clit, brought her cry of pleasure in a soft gasp. Eagerly L sucked and licked, feasting on the pearly liquid. She tuned and pressed her own dripping pussy to G's mouth. Both women fell into a frenzy of licking, nipping and tongue fucking. G held off her orgasm without reminder as L came violently into her mouth.

L slid down far enough to release G's legs then moved to kneel between them. The blindfold came off next. L reached for the vibrato while holding G's passion drugged gaze. "Hold perfectly still." She slipped it into G's still wildly throbbing pussy, lubricating it with a few swift strokes.

"Ma'am?" G's voice came in a throaty groan.

L looked back up knowing what G wanted. "Yes?"

G was barely capable of speech. "May I cum?" 

"No." L had to smile at G's moan of frustration having been in the same position herself. She withdrew the vibrator from G's pussy to press it against the tight ring of her ass and waited.

"Please fuck my ass Ma'am," G begged breathlessly. L drove it deep in one smooth stroke. With hard fast deep thrust L fucked her sweet ass. The command to cum brought a thick rush of juice, G's screams filled the air. 

L pulled the vibrator out, picking up the double-ended dildo, held it up for G to see then slipped it deep into her pussy. "You know what's coming next?" G nodded. "Do you want it?"

"Yes Ma'am" G moaned.

L carefully fed the other end into her own pussy. She stretched out over G, nipple to nipple, clit to clit. With subtle tensing of specific muscles L caressed G's body with her own. Holding G's gaze L spoke, "You know that my Master's pleasure is my pleasure. To please him is to please Me?"

"Yes Ma'am."

L looked over her shoulder to her Master, at his look of approval and nod of encouragement she turnmed back and continued speaking. "Would you like him to fuck your ass?"

"God, yes Ma'am!!!" 

Kissing G deeply L reached up and released her arms. Without breaking the kiss she rolled them over as one. G shivered as the gently hands of L's Master stroked up her leg, over her back and around to turn her head to the side. At the sight of his hard cock so close to her lips she moaned, eagerly taking him deep into her throat. She sucked him strongly, using her tongue to caress as he thrust into her hot wet mouth.

After a few minutes of her passionate attention he drew away and moved behind her. G shuddered as he slid his cock into the tight heat of her ass, prolonging each sensation. He withdrew in the same slow way only to come slamming back. He set the rhythm fast and hard, each thrust driving the women's clits together, causing the dildo to undulate in their pussies.

With his hands braced on either side of L's shoulders, he looked into her eyes and knew she was very close to orgasm. He also knew that she would wait upon his command before she would cum. G however was mindless with her need to cum. "Cum My pet." he commanded.

L shuddered and issued her own order to G, "Now! Cum!!"

The three of them came together in one massive orgasm. His moans underscored their screams of pleasure. On and on it went until they all had no more to give. He rested his head on G's shoulder while her's rested on L's. 

L turned her head slightly and smiled. "She passed out Sir."

He smiled as well. "Let her sleep then. She's earned it." Between the two of them they removed the clips and tucked her in under the covers.

L snuggled close in her Master's strong arms. Kissing her gently he said, "You did very well tonight my pet. I am proud of you." In answer he heard her soft purr of satisfaction as she slipped off to sleep. He smiled, tucking her in closer and drifting off to sleep himself. 



Retribution Symphony



My Precious...There is always a penalty for that kind of misbehaviour. You really have brought this on yourself. There's no point in pleading...You knew something like this would happen afterwards. Sometimes I think you're naughty quite deliberately; you never seem to learn. But punishment must fit the crime; it's for your own good and this time the full score will be played out across your body. 

Allegro moderato -- I will bend you over a table and lift your skirt, then I'll slide your knickers over your buttocks and down your thighs, lightly brushing your skin with my fingers. You will shiver in anticipation at what is happening to you. The wispy garment will then be removed completely so I can test its erotic aroma with my nose for your level of arousal. Your arms will be drawn forward and I will make you hold the opposite edge of the table while I tie your wrists to the table legs. I will now blindfold you so you can concentrate on the tactile sensations stimulating your body. After this, I will splay your legs and secure each ankle to the appropriate table leg at the opposite end. I want full unhindered access to your most intimate regions. I want to see that beautiful ass so I can examine your tiny private back hole and cherish the delicate folds of your exquisite little shaven pussy. I want to open you up with my thumbs and catch the intoxicating scent of your sex as I run a finger along your enticing moist little crack. I want to see your pucker pulsate as I tease your clit and I want to draw out the juice in strings from your cunt and catch them on my tongue. If the mood takes me I shall then gently circle my finger around your prohibited place, caressing, tickling to probe its tight restrictive nature. I just love the way the annular wrinkle seems to have a mind of its own. 

I will insert a number of objects into you and ask you to guess what they are... If you guess wrong, you will be smacked for being ignorant. If you guess right, you will be slapped for being a know-all. Catch 22. The objects will increase in girth as we progress. And from time to time, I may push ice-cubes into your orifices, just to make sure you are paying attention. 

Adagio Silencio Lacrimentoso - I will now gag you to muffle the screams of pain, maybe pleasure – whatever, I don't care. It is now time for the increasingly heavy chastisement to begin. This will be played across your ass and thighs with my hand or a hair brush or a flogger. It will be gentle at first, but will build like Bolero, depending on how effective the spanking is in producing a trickle of moisture from your enticing folds. I can judge that by how wet your vaginal lips become, so after each smack I will need to draw my fingers slowly up your slit, catching the liquid for me to smell and taste. And I will certainly have to penetrate your pussy with one, two or maybe four digits and massage your G spot regularly, just to confirm. 

The other way to check your arousal is by tasting you directly and applying oral stimulation to your vulva and clit. For this the hood must be stretched and pulled back to allow access to the full bud. Various tongue teases are effect – stirring, sucking, flicking and stoking, amongst them. This needs to be prolonged; the effect will be electric and you will drip with desire. You may simultaneously need your vagina fully penetrated with a suitable toy to bring about the first of the orgasm. This will be done very slowly initially to prolong the anticipation. Stimulation will simultaneously be applied around your clit, to your sex hole and perhaps around your pucker.

I will also use your electric toothbrush to stimulate your clit as I test more toys in your body. I want to see your pussy clench and work them as I fuck you with them. At some point I will need to introduce anal beads too, so as to force your vagina into a tighter clasp. Scooping up some of your vaginal discharge, I will drizzle it onto your tiny brown pucker and gently massage your anus as I work the beads around and into your rectum. They will remain in you until your final orgasm. They are long and I shall relish gradually pushing them deeper and deeper into your tract, until only the end-ring is visible, sticking obscenely from your most private place – the ultimate humiliation and token of your helpless situation. Tears will trickle down your cheeks – pain, sorrow and joy, played out in close harmony.

No doubt by this point you will be moaning constantly through your gag and I will increase the tempo and scope of what I do to you, until I find the right melody and rhythm to make you resonate and burst into a concerto of orgasmic convulsions. 

The movement may need to be repeated several times, depending on how effective I think the punishments have been.

Intermezzo Rubato - Just attending to the centre section of the body is unlikely to be a sufficient. Additional measures will undoubtedly be needed. I will release you, but only momentarily to strip the rest of your clothes off, before restraining you again. With you now being completely naked and exposed I can inspect your body in its entirety and explore it with my hands and mouth before deciding on which area to apply additional sensations. This will most likely include your breasts and nipples, which will need to receive special treatment. Like your clit, they need to be squeezed, pulled and sucked to get them to the right size. Pegs or clamps can then be applied if necessary. You also need to be stroked, kissed and licked on the back of your neck and down your shoulders, before attention is once more applied between your legs and to your constrained nipples. 

By now, your pussy should be running like a meadow spring. And you should be in a state to receive more penetrative stimulation. But first I need to remove the gag so you can kiss me as I feel your tits and tweak your clamps. I will then reveal my big hard cock and you will take the head in your mouth. You will have to play your tongue over it until it is rock-hard, paying special attention to collecting the pre-cum from the tip. I will thrust it deep into your throat, bring those tears flooding back. The familiar taste of my bodily fluids coupled with my male presence intimately thrust against your face, will arouse your primeval passions. My musky scent-laden pubes, through which you now have to breathe, tickle your nose. I withdraw a little allowing you to catch some air and let you play your tongue deftly across the bulbous monster that will soon violate your feminine sanctum. 

Scherzo Affetuoso - When my member is truly stiff I shall return to your intimate area and apply this inflexible tool to its wetness. I shall slowly move it up and down, so that you feel its rigidity on your pussy lips and clit and so realise the extent of my excitement. Depending on your reaction – how slick you become - I might need to spank your butt some more, while still rubbing along your moist little crack. Then once again I will need to taste you and discover - close up - how delicious and sticky you have become. I will need to part and hold open your cunt lips like the wings of a butterfly to study and appreciate your inner pink softness. Then I will push my tongue into this heavenly place, draw out more juices and spread your wetness from your thighs to your buttocks. The evaporation will be cooling and make the room reek of your arousal. You will feel the unfamiliar cold dampness all across your private area and know it has all emanated from your shameless pussy and your uncontrollable desires. You will imagine the lewdness of the scene – naked and prone, buttocks skyward, legs splayed, liquid-glistening anus exhibiting its violating ring-pull and your cunt folded open offering themselves for violation and penetration. They are oozing with juice, fully exposed and vulnerable; it reveals your true wanton nature.

Once again I will collect some of your self-generated libation, baste it onto your tiny brown pucker and gently massage the anal beads around as I rub the ruby-red head of my stiffness against your cunt entrance. I will bathe the tip of my cock in your delectable juices before I open your vulva with my thumbs and bury the rampant bulb into your tiny, inviting little fuck-hole. I want you to feel the girth as it stretches you and the shaft sinks past your virginal ring where the head will fit snugly into your outer recesses, just on your G spot. At the same time I will apply pressure to your now-lubricated and violated anus with one thumb, while massaging your clit with the other. I will play my minuet on G spot by just shifting slightly in a rhythmical fucking motion until I feel your passage relax.

Scherzo Appassionato - I will hold still for a while, letting you accustom to my presence, to the penile violation of your body and then, without warning I will thrust deep into you as far as my long rampant shaft will penetrate. Holding there, now occupying your inner sanctum, I want both of us to feel all the pleasures of your tightness, the stiffness of my cock and of your cervix lapping at its dribbling tip. The sweet heady scent of your sex will waft up and I shall inhale, savouring the beautiful thrilling odour that makes me ever more excited and much stiffer. 

My thumb will slowly sink into your most private place along-side the beads and my cock will thrust with a passionate cadence back and forth in your constricting wet tunnel until you build towards another sensational orgasm. 

Rondo Stretto - To make you cum hard, I shall stretch your clit and slide a weighted clip onto its base. As I fuck you this will pull, rub, stroke, manipulate your slick little bud till you burst into mind-blowing ecstasy. At this point, I will quickly remove the clamping on your nipples before ripping the beads out through your anal sphincter. The flow of blood rushing back into your abused nubs will be exquisitely painful, driving the whole-body orgasm you are suffering to yet another level. The sensation in your arse will also be incredible, shooting fingers and waves of pleasure though your abdomen until they meet and embrace your entire body, making the fine hairs along your spine stand up.

At this point I will probably have no alternative but to stiffen and squirt into your heavenly depths, my passion from witnessing your throws of ecstasy having become too much. You will feel the splash of spunk hitting, copiously coating the walls of your vagina as it is ejaculated from my very hard throbbing cock. Thick ropes of cum will spurt out and lash your inner depths filling you to overflowing. This will increase the strength of your orgasm even further and take it to its ultimate intensity. You will thrash and scream but the stimulation will be relentless. You will lose all control. Your body will convulse, jerk; your cunt squeeze; pulsate. Your back will arch, you will buck like a bronco, but I will hold your hips to remain buried in your constricting passage. You suddenly squirt your own luscious cum-juice in copious amounts onto my balls and down my legs. It goes on and on; relentless; unstoppable. Gush after gush of tacky solution. You push back onto me greedy for more shaft to occupy your sex. 

You will lose all sense of time as your brain concentrates only on your body's overwhelming sensory input. I will keep thrusting into you until you weaken, collapse and fall silent. You will then have been truly fucked. I will feel our mixed fluids drip from my scrotum and after a while I will withdraw my fingers and cock from your orifices.

Sonata Patetico Tenerezza - Still held in place, your open, abused inflamed pussy will be framed with a halo of foam and from its rosy centre will ooze tacky, ivory fluid which will gradually run down your protruding clit and drip to the floor forming a tell-tale little puddle of semen laced with rivulets of rich white sperm. Around it will be your own cum – a pool not a puddle. It will fill the room with your essence, your sexy aroma. I wish it were always there to remind me what a hot little minx you are.

However, your ordeal will not be over. You must suck my cock clean as I caress your hair and shoulders. Eventually I will free you from your bonds take you to the bed and draw you close, holding you in a loving embrace. Our mouths will search for each other. Tongues will touch and my cock will begin to stir again...



Retribution Within the City



This is her dream, her nightmare. Most nights the dream begins the same way and she wonders if it is a memory of a former life. The visions are too realistic to be coincidence or imagination. It is a long time ago. The Roman legions assigned to protect the city where she lives are in disarray. The Empire has been in decline for many years and the port city is coming under attack by powerful Eastern hoards. She knows that her serenity is in jeopardy and that the time of normal life draws short. As a council to the monarchs, Janine has many duties and she has fulfilled them well. 

Because of her closeness to the rulers of the city she is very aware what the consequences to her, should the city be taken. Janine is one of the youngest councilors ever, and possesses a beauty that has been the target of animosity. Until now this animosity has manifested itself only as jealousy; if the city falls she could be identified as part of the ruling government to the invaders. She shudders to think of what could happen to her One morning she awakes to the sounds of rumbling and chaotic screaming. Her servant Gina is hysterical and Janine hears the fear in her servant's voice as Gina informs her that the Persians are attacking the city. 

Gina attempts to move quickly away but Janine clutches her arm. Gina speaks again and adds to the fear in Janine's eyes by informing her that the Romans have abandoned the city. The city is defenseless! With this, the servant girl turns and flees down a corridor. "What should I do, There is no time for preparation" Janine thinks. Instead of the chiffon robes that normally adorn her body, she changes into parchment fabric. Parchment is not common garb for her but it may serve as a disguise. Even clothed in plain robes her beauty gives her away as an aristocrat, but she knows she must try something. Janine moves swiftly down the same corridor that Gina disappeared down moments ago. 

As Janine enters the courtyard she sees to her horror that many of the male councilors have been killed and the females being rounded up by Persian soldiers. Abruptly she is grabbed by two of the soldiers. She can feel their brute power as they navigate her to the center of the yard. Resistance is impossible as they shuffle her next to numerous female servants. Their hands are tightly bound behind their backs and Janine sees that many of them have minor wounds from the harshness of the capture. Many of them are nude from the waist up, their coverings consist of soiled white parchment cloths held up by a string tied at the waist. 

The clothes cover only the front with the sides and back exposed. Some of the servant girls are completely nude with their arms tied behind them. Janine sees Gina who is totally nude and bound in the same manner as the others. Her large breasts are accentuated by her bindings and her sex is exposed. Her beauty holds Janine's attention for a moment but the scene is quickly interrupted as her own parchment coverings are ripped away. 

A soldier binds her hands behind her while another ties a string-supported cloth around her waist. Janine's hair has been well cared for and she worries that it may disclose her as a member of the council. The tight bindings are causing her breasts to jut out in a most provocative fashion and the parchment cloth does little to conceal her sex. The Persian soldiers are admiring her shapely legs and commenting how they rise perfectly to her firm, well- rounded ass. What little comfort she derives from being safe within a crowd of women is lost when the Persian commander states that they seek council members of the city government. For a moment there is silence. The Persian commander then approaches Lana, one of Janine's adversaries in council, and thrusts his sword under her neck. He warns that if council members aren't pointed out she will be killed. 

Janine's pulse quickens as her heart begins to race. She attempts to hide behind one of the servant girls but to no avail. Lana nods in Janine's direction and blurts out in a panic "There! She is a monarch's council!"

Janine's heart sinks as the soldiers turn as one and look at her. They swiftly move towards her as their commander instructs them to take her to the arena. Two guards manhandle her from the courtyard. Fear grips her senses as it also heightens them. Janine is very aware that the arena is only a short distance from the courtyard. 

The entourage quickly arrives at the arena. The guards show no compassion as they shuffle Janine in front of the Persian centurion. There are many other bound women, some nude, some nearly nude being lead into the open arena. "What will be done to me" she wonders. The answer comes quickly. The Persian centurion approaches reaching under her small covering and inserts his large fingers into her vagina while cupping her soft mound. To her shame, this arouses Janine, as does the centurion's announcement that Janine will be one of the "special" attractions. The centurion tells one of the guards that the prisoner has hair on her vagina and it is to be removed as part of the proceedings. He then lifts her skimpy cloth showing all in the area her pussy and they cheer their approval at her displayed femininity. 

She is very afraid but somehow the centurion's touch along with her helplessness has created an unusual arousal within her. Fear has its grip upon her but there is also something else, something perversely pleasurable. The guards lead Janine into an arena filled with drunken Persian soldiers. She is alluring with her arms bound behind and naked breasts bouncing slightly as she walks. The flapping cloth reveals her legs and ass and allows glimpses of her sex. Other bound women are being made to sit on the ground as the guards instruct them to be silent and witness Persian retribution. The guards shove Janine toward a crucifix lying on the ground near two waiting attendants. Upon arriving at the crucifix one of the guards takes out his knife, cuts loose the string that holds Janine's parchment and it falls, exposing her completely. The forced exposure and restraint heightens an already pleasurable sensation within her. 

She feels another guard reach behind her and cut loose the leather straps that bind her hands. The freedom is short lived as the guards and attendants push her down onto the crucifix. Her fear is intense but she senses the beginnings of pleasure. The attendants bind Janine's wrists with heavy leather strapping to the crucifix crossbeam. There is another crossbeam lower on the crucifix and the attendants bind her ankles to it with the same heavy leather, spreading and restraining her legs. Her pubic hair opens slightly to reveal the lips of her pussy. The guard's eyes shift from her attractive face and figure to the specific beauty of her breasts and spread sex. 

Without hesitation, they raise the crucifix and secure it upright. The drunken crowd of soldiers react to the scene so enthusiastically that the centurion must remind his officers that their men are not to approach the crucified female. Janine is alone, bound to the wooden beams facing the soldiers. One of the attendants produces sharpened slate and as the centurion ordered, begins to shave the neatly trimmed hair from her pussy. He is somewhat gentle in this procedure and Janine is relieved. Soon the attendant has bared her sex and her feminine beauty is thoroughly on display. 

She wonders what more they will do to her. Janine hangs for quite some time so that all can view the scene. Her breasts and freshly bared sex are glistening in the hot sunlight and the view has the soldiers very excited. She is able to see that more guards are entering the arena harshly escorting someone. It is Gina, the servant who alerted Janine earlier. Her hands are still bound tightly behind her back and she is completely nude. The guards shove the servant towards Janine's tethered and raised body. Her head is in perfect height position with Janine's vagina, which has been opened by the crossbeams. One of the attendants grabs the servant girl and pushes her head into Janine's opened sex. 

Gina knows what is demanded and she willingly obliges. Her tongue begins to lap at the pussy before her, licking the bare labia aggressively and stoking the perverse pleasures Janine has felt since the centurion fingered her. Janine's bindings hold firm and she is unable to move in response to the pleasure. Strangely, the bindings serve to heighten her pleasure. For the moment, her fear has subsided as the tingling in her body begins to build. The entire scene is one of total eroticism and Janine is no longer aware of her persecution as she begins to focus totally on the treatment her vagina is receiving. She squirms within her restraints as Gina begins to more aggressively lick and suck on her clitoris. The leather restraints are now fully a part of Janine's pleasure as she begins to feel the waves of orgasm begin deep and build. She is very near to climaxing but the cruelty has only begun for her. 

Just as she is about to cum one of the attendants pulls her servant's head away. Janine is left moving and bucking at emptiness, seeking to find the instrument of her pleasure. Her torment is interrupted when she hears the centurion command the attendants to nail a wooden sedile between her legs. The centurion extols "We'll watch this member of council work herself for our pleasure." The small cylindrical piece is quickly nailed in place and lubricated. Janine is barely able to move enough to slide her vagina up and back along its short length. Once again, the resulting scene is one of total arousal to the witnessing soldiers. They see an attractive woman straining at her bindings while grinding her sex across the tiny pole trying to achieve her release. She strokes up and back, faster and harder, while tugging at the straps. 

Pushing and straining she approaches orgasm again as sexual tension has all soldiers ready to riot. Suddenly the centurion commands, "Cut her down, we're not through with this female!" Janine has again been to the brink of orgasm with no release. Her fear is very pronounced but her desire for release is as strong, and increasing.

At the command of the centurion, the attendants immediately remove the sedile from between Janine's legs. She is still working her pussy against it and straining at the bindings when it is taken. The small group around her and the centurion pause for a moment to admire their work. They watch her naked form slithering on the crossbeams as her hands and feet work slowly and seductively against the restraints. Her hips push outward and rotate in a quest to find the pleasure that was present only seconds before. Janine opens her eyes and sees the centurion motion his hand and the attendants begin to cut the leather straps holding her to the wooden cross. 

An attendant places his hand on her soaking pussy and informs the centurion, "The female is ready." As the attendants take her arms, the fear within her returns. Immediately her hands are bound behind her again. The anxiety of the unknown and the sensation of intimate arousal have her senses at their peak. The wetness between her legs and the firming of her nipples give away her arousal to the men watching. The entourage escorts her to a stone altar that is near the escalating rows of seating filled with Persian soldiers. The altar is relatively smooth and has been carved with a main area and two angled legs, which form an inverted V at the base. 

As they approach, Janine can see that there are leather straps at each end of the main body and straps on each end of the legs. As she reaches the altar, she notices a stone pedestal rising from the ground between the angled legs. It rises six inches and its surface is angled back toward the main slab as though someone could brace against it. Nearing the altar, Janine's anxieties rise and she begins to resist the bindings, causing her breasts to heave outward and gently bounce. The guards grab her arms as an attendant cuts the straps binding her wrists and she is swiftly placed on the altar. The attendants roughly spread her arms and bind them from shoulder to wrist on the main slab. The angle of the altar legs causes her to spread her legs wide as her legs are secured from ankle to thigh. She is unable to move except for a limited motion in her shoulders, chest, and hips. The centurion instructs Janine to attempt to close her legs and she instinctively attempts to obey, but it is of no use.

A strong arousal grows in her as she helplessly strains against her bindings. The feeling of cold stone against her naked back, the bindings on her limbs, and the hot gazes of the soldiers on her open sex have Janine reeling with sensation. Excitement and fright combine as he realizes that the soldiers were becoming uncontrollable with drunken lust over her vulnerable body. She couldn't fathom what she was being forced to do, and was ashamed that the barbaric approval of the crowd had perversely aroused her. The sexual energy caused Janine's breathing to quicken and her breasts began to rise and fall most seductively. She was an intensely erotic sight as her helplessly spread hands and feet began to pull at the restraints while her naked body glistened in the midday sun. 

The centurion standing between Janine's legs motioned, and two nude slave girls approached the altar. One of them begins to slowly lap at Janine's pussy. The other slave then mounts the altar and straddles the captive's face lowering her sex onto the mouth below. At first, Janine does not respond but the tremendous sensation inside her own pussy compels her to lick the slaves waiting sex. She tastes the juices as they pour forth from the hairless slit above her. Janine's efforts sucking the slave's vagina become more pronounced as once again she begins to feel the deep sensation of approaching orgasm build within her. The resulting spectacle witnessed by the crowd of soldiers is one they will never forget and their silence pays tribute to the helpless eroticism and desire that the captive is displaying. The three females begin to work at a feverish pace upon the altar for many minutes. Then, as Janine nears orgasm the centurion commands the attendants to remove the slave girls. Once again, she has been denied the release that she desperately seeks. 

As the slave girls retreat Janine is writhing at her bindings as her sex pushes up and around seeking something, anything to fill the void. Her arms and legs tug at the straps as she undulates. The sensation of thorough arousal coupled with her fear is overwhelming. Janine is helpless under the sexual torture. She hears the centurion once again issue a command and suddenly two male slaves face her tethered form. They are nude and instinctively Janine looks towards their manhood. She is startled by the enormity of their hard cocks; each possesses prominent length with the thickness of a stallion. They have attractive faces but show no emotion. The metal bands around their large upper arms serve to show their overall power and virility. One of the slaves climbs onto the altar and straddles Janine's face as did the slave woman moments before. He is on his knees, balls resting on her tits, the head of his massive cock already touching her soft lips. She wonders if her mouth will be able to withstand his onslaught. 

The other slave is rubbing the massive head of his member up and down on her bared pussy. She can sense the energy against her vagina as she can feel that his cock is diamond hard. A hot pleasurable feeling returns as she feels the restraints which bind her to the altar, allowing these two hard fuck poles to ravish her in any way and at any pace they choose.

The slave's cock taps against her mouth and the centurion commands her to open and perform, but she doesn't immediately comply. Then suddenly, the second massive cock plunges into her vagina with a fury that splits her pussy apart. The slave doesn't give her time to get used to his hard pole; he thrusts completely in upon penetration until she can feel the slave's pubis pressing against hers. Janine gasps and opens her mouth and immediately the other slave jams his instrument in. She begins to gag on the enormous tool but her throat opens slightly, allowing his violent in-out thrusts to develop a rhythm she finds nearly tolerable. Her awareness then switches to the slave fucking her cunt with long, occupying strokes. It takes longer than she has ever experienced for his cock to make a complete in-out penetration due to its mass and length. She senses the cock changing positions in her pussy and detects that the slave is mounting the pedestal positioned between her bound legs. Bracing himself, he fucks her so deep and fast that she feels she is being impaled while the restraints are functioning to keep her completely helpless.

The scene presented to the soldiers is much to their sexual liking. They remain awe-struck and silent before the show being provided. The two slaves fuck and fuck as Janine's body writhes in conjunction with her straining at the leather straps. The two slaves fuck her so hard that it seems their enormous cocks should touch somewhere in the middle of her body. Suddenly the penis in her mouth swells and erupts, spewing cum into her stretched mouth. The slave pumps so much seed into Janine her mouth overflows, and it runs down the sides of her face.

The slave penetrating her vagina is pounding away with his inhuman tool and Janine begins to meet his thrusts. The sexual sensation begins to build deep within her, growing more intense, while this masterpiece cock penetrates in and out, again and again. The enormous intruder enters completely then withdraws to where the head is barely in her slit then penetrates again completely. It is the most thorough fucking ever witnessed by the soldiers. The wave of energy inside Janine has built to the point of no return and she cums, gushing on the enormous fuck pole. Seconds later the slave fires his sperm into her with great force, the hot cum feeling molten and thick within her. He then withdraws immediately as Janine squirms in restraint upon the altar. The soldiers inspect her cum filled pussy as ounce after ounce of the slave's seed oozes out of her vagina, flowing over her ass and collecting on the altar. Janine had finally achieved release. She had also been wildly raped for the mere pleasure of the conquering soldiers. Helplessly bound to the altar, she could only wonder what these barbarians would subject her to next.

To Be Continued...



Retribution Within the City Ch. 2



Janine knew too well that the wrath of the Persian takeover would continue. Night had fallen. Janine and dozens of other female council members had been herded into a cordoned area within the arena. Fires built and maintained by the guards provided dim lighting and warmth, and the captives huddled in close proximity. There were no blankets with which to cover their nearly naked bodies. Janine's hands were still bound as were the other council member's. String supported parchment cloth, covering the front only, was the only modesty they had been allowed. Persian soldiers walked the perimeter of the isolated area and occasionally they would enter carrying wooden buckets of water that would be ladled to the restrained prisoners. She had attempted to rest but the anxiety over her ultimate fate prevented the release of sleep.

The sexual accosting she received the previous afternoon kept replaying in her mind. She couldn't understand how she had become so aroused when she was bound and raped for the amusement of her captors. The fact that she had sought and found orgasm under the most savage and forced conditions perplexed her. Janine knew that the ordeal had awakened within her a strong desire for more of the same treatment. She also understood that the severity of her situation made the prospect of re-experiencing the same treatment quite likely. Janine began to realize that the fear she felt was in complete tandem with her newly discovered desire. She had thoroughly enjoyed the heightened sensation that the restraints had produced as her body was sexually ravaged. She recalled her degree of excitement, wrapped within her fear. What her mind specifically revisited was how erotically stirred she had become when she was forced to submit and that she was the center of all attention during the fuck spectacle she unintentionally provided. "How can this be," she wondered. The combination of fear and wanton sexual energy had become her strength. 

She knew she would need that strength to cope with what the breaking dawn would bring. As the dawn broke, Janine's attention was drawn to one of arena's entrances. The approach of soldiers held her eyes and as they neared she could see the Centurion in the middle of the squad. He was escorting a man and a woman; from their demeanor she surmised they were high ranking officials. As the troop of Persians neared, the Centurion and the two officials stepped forward. The Centurion announced, "All female council prisoners are sentenced to death." He then instructed his charges to prepare at once and marched a few paces away as the male and female officials followed in a supervisory manner to stand next to him. There was an immediate sobbing and wailing within the cordoned area as the prisoners reacted with panic and despair. Janine had reacted to the edict as though she hadn't heard it. She was frightened but she had anticipated what her fate would be. She watched as many of the condemned women attempted to flee the tightened perimeter the soldiers had formed. It was a feeble effort as their bindings prevented any way of gaining the initiative. Janine hoped it would be a swift and merciful end.

The Persian method of mass execution for captured political prisoners was the sword and the process was underway. Large detachments of soldiers poured through several arena gates, rapidly advancing, wielding swords. The bound captives huddled in a terrified group, many falling to the ground. In stark contrast, Janine held her place and faced approaching death with resolve and courage. The display caught the attention of the two officials standing next to the Centurion and they ordered that Janine be removed from harm's way. Two soldiers whisked her away from the advancing danger. As she was pushed towards the officials the attacking soldiers reached the remaining female prisoners and the slaughter was on. 

The male and female motioned to the Centurion and he ordered guards to lead Janine away, leaving the carnage behind. She was taken into a vestibule within the arena. The vestibule was adorned with plush cushions and elaborate tapestries. Janine was standing alone in the center of the lavish room as the two officials conferred with the Centurion. When they had completed their brief conference the Centurion saluted and led the guards from the vestibule. The male and female officials immediately drew close as Janine stood bound and nearly naked before them. The female spoke presenting herself as Marna and her associate as Clopay. They were royal ambassadors sent to assemble the new city order. Marna explained to their captive that she was spared the sword because of her attractiveness and the courage she displayed as impending death approached.

As the female ambassador addressed Janine, Clopay stood very near. He looked the prisoner up and down as though examining a piece of sculpture, yet she remained motionless. He felt her naked breasts, lightly squeezing them to evaluate the firmness, and sliding his fingers to their tips he gently pinched her nipples. As his examination continued Marna informed Janine that the Centurion had briefed them about the erotic performance she had given the previous day. "We've been told that you appeared to enjoy the fucking you received upon the altar and I'm disappointed that we didn't witness it," Marna said, as Janine stood silent before her. By this time, Clopay's hands were caressing the captive's exposed buttocks from behind. He parted the firm cheeks stretching Janine's anus slightly. The sensation caused her breasts to jut forward as her shoulders flexed back. "Does it please you," Marna commented, as she ran her hands through Janine's hair. "Because of your bravery and attractiveness we will allow you the pleasure that Clopay and I can provide." 

At this, Clopay cut loose the leather strings that held her cloth covering and she stood completely nude. Marna reached forward and inserted several fingers into Janine's soft vagina. The female Persian's touch ignited Janine yet she barely moved. Marna attempted to kiss her as she expertly manipulated the pussy she desired but the advance went unheeded. Janine found the heated stimulus difficult to resist as the combination of the female's foreplay, and her restriction, created lustful submission within her. Again, Marna brought her lips to Janine's. This time they met and Janine opened her mouth allowing the Persian to insert her tongue. Their lips combined as their tongues twisted and caressed in wanton passion. As the prisoner accepted the sensuous advance, Clopay slowly inserted his middle finger into Janine's rectum. He gently swirled his finger as Marna intensified the in and out thrusts her digits were delivering. The female tongues were still entwined as the touching magnified Janine's desire. She knew that she would now submit to whatever sexual scenario her captors wanted. Willingly or unwillingly, she cared not. The Persians escorted their tied and naked captive toward another room within the vestibule. Janine was no longer afraid as her erotic appetite had returned from the prelude to sex she had just received. She now understood that erotic contact while restrained caused her to lose all inhibitions. No matter how precarious the danger, or how frightened she was, she would submit to sexual advance and perversion willingly. Her confidence was thorough within her unknown fate. Helpless desire and submission were her strengths and she would need them. 

As Janine was led into a different room, she saw two guards on both sides of an unusual device. The device was a wooden pole secured to the floor and rising nearly four feet. The top six inches of the pole had been carved into a smooth and lubricated phallus, while two short and slender appendages curved upward and out from the phallus' base. There were leather straps at both ends of a cross-member secured six inches from the floor and constructed as part of the pole. The entire unit resembled a small inverted cross. Marna and Clopay walked Janine towards the device. As they came close, the guards grabbed the bound female at the hips and lifted her, positioning her rectum over the phallus. After insuring that the alignment was accurate, the guards lowered Janine so that the oiled dildo penetrated her ass. She slowly slid down its length. The slender, curving appendages gave her frontal support as they cupped her pubis on either side of her vagina. The appendages also governed the amount of penetration the phallus could achieve. Janine's feet were unable to touch the floor. At first, the insertion caused mild pain but the length and thickness of the phallus were not beyond her tolerance. Immediately the guards tied Janine's dangling ankles to the low crossbeam with the leather straps attached at both ends. 

When they were finished, Clopay motioned the guards to leave and they obeyed. The captive was now impaled upon the pole. Her shoulders were flexed back because of the pinioning of her arms and her hands and wrists struggled against the straps causing her chest to wriggle, drawing attention to her firm breasts and erect nipples. The low crossbeam positioning resulted in Janine's legs spreading as her feet pointed down at the floor. Each leg and ankle pulled independently at the leather restraints causing more undulations and making her anus involuntarily work the phallus within her. The Persians watched as their prisoner continued the erotic air dance before them. "Most enticing," Clopay commented, as he watched. Janine's eroticism was awakened by her forced situation. She felt the sensation of the phallus impaled in her rectum to be most arousing as the bindings prevented her from disengagement. 

She relished the sight of the Persian eyes fixed upon her. The uninhibited feeling was again present within her and she longed for her captors to take total advantage of her. Marna moved forward and knelt before the impaled prisoner, her head immediately in front of Janine's spread sex. She could see that the supporting appendages had opened the bare pussy lips before her and she inserted two fingers into Janine's cunt. The impaled woman's sex was completely soaked and the juices coated Marna's hand. She removed her fingers, placed both her hands on Janine's hips, and proceeded to glide her tongue up and down between the prisoner's labia. Janine twisted and turned in waves of restrained passion as the Persian female masterfully tongued her. The combination of her pussy being licked and helpless submission had Janine sensing the throes of a deep orgasm approaching. As she now wantonly tugged at her bindings, the phallus in her ass seemed to become a part of her. It, and the masterful tongue on her clitoris, generated erotic passion equal to the fucking she had received the previous day. Throwing her head back and challenging her restraints Janine came in massive waves as her body tensed against the bindings.

Clopay had exited the room as Marna began to service their captive's sex. He now returned carrying a satchel that he nonchalantly dropped near the breathless vixens. It sounded as though it contained numerous metal parts from the clanging it made as it contacted the floor. "My, my, have we been busy," Clopay sarcastically observed as he stood inventorying the sight before him. Janine looked helplessly seductive mounted upon the impaling pole. She was regaining her breath as her body calmed from the intensity of her climax. Marna was sitting on the floor with her legs stretched out and her arms braced behind her in relaxed support. She looked up at Clopay as he spoke again. "I want to see our prisoner perform upon you Marna, with the roles reversed." Marna knew that Clopay had the power of life and death over her. If she refused, he could have her imprisoned or beaten or worse. Marna arose from the floor looking puzzled at the Persian ambassador. 

"Yes lord," she replied, "but why me?"

"Why is unimportant," he snapped back. Next, he commanded her to remove her robes and to prepare to mount the pole. Marna knew that she was not going to cooperate with his plans for her. She felt degraded and immediately resolved not to be an object for his perverse pleasure. Clopay had begun to rummage with the tooling in the satchel resting on the floor and his back was turned away from Marna as he made his selections. She could see the sadistic utensils that he was bringing forth and she understood that the bastard would use them on her after she was bound and impaled. 

As she watched the unsuspecting ambassador preparing his cruel instruments, she knew that she must act swiftly. On the floor at Clopay's feet was a metal straight piece that resembled a dagger. Marna saw the metal shank as her implement of deliverance. She allowed her rage to fester and willingly let it overtake her. She had to act immediately or face Clopay's perversions. "Now," she thought. She leapt towards the sharp tool, grabbing it with both her hands and plunging it into Clopay's back. The tool ripped deeply into the Persian ambassadors flesh and caused him to rear up slightly but he instantly fell face down to the floor with barely a sound. He was dead. Janine couldn't believe that she had witnessed the violent scene. She was frozen motionless still secured upon the pole. Janine could see the rage in the Persian assassin's face. 

She was shocked but not frightened and she wondered if the murderess before her would now use the dagger on her. Janine sensed that the female was calming down, as she was looking directly into her eyes. Marna walked to the leather satchel and reached in, producing a knife then confidently swaggered toward her impaled captive. Janine, believing the knife would be her demise, prepared herself to die. To her surprise, her captor began to cut loose the leather straps that bound her to the pole.

When Janine's wrists and ankles were free the Persian ambassador assisted Janine, raising her body and causing her rectum to slide up and off the phallus. She then gently supported the prisoner until once again Janine could stand alone Suddenly, Marna shrieked "Guards! Come at once, the prisoner has killed Clopay"! Several guards immediately entered the chamber with swords drawn. Seeing Clopay's lifeless body lying on the floor they rapidly advanced at Janine intending to strike her down. Marna commanded the troops to halt. They instantly obeyed but Janine could see the desire for retribution in their faces. She quickly realized why the Persian had freed her from the impaling pole. For all intent and purpose, she was guilty of stabbing the male Persian ambassador to death. Marna ordered the soldiers to bind Janine's wrists behind her back and take her to the arena. As the soldiers did so, the Persian female looked Janine straight in the eye and informed her that she would be executed alone, and as a spectacle, for killing her colleague. Marna motioned with one arm and the guards lead Janine away.

The midday sun felt hot on Janine's skin as the guards lead her into the arena. There were many soldiers performing numerous tasks, most noticeable of which was the erecting of a scaffold onto a wooden platform. Near the platform was the stone altar where Janine had been the sacrificial fuck the previous day. She could see the Centurion standing among soldiers in front of the slab and as she came closer, she could see two male slaves standing on both sides of the stone structure. 

Each slave was naked and very muscular with genitals that protruded long and thick causing the prisoner to recall her passions from the previous day. Janine's escort marched her to the Centurion who appeared to be preoccupied as his eyes looked beyond her. He was waiting for Marna as she trailed the entourage by several seconds. When the female ambassador caught up, she ordered the Centurion to have Janine prepared for execution and added that the proceedings were to be a spectacle for the entertainment of the troops. The Centurion ordered his lieutenants to assemble their men as guards pushed Janine to the altar.

The female ambassador now began to issue commands that were implemented as fast as she recited them. She instructed that one of the naked slaves was to lie on his back upon the slab. The Centurion motioned to the slave closest to the carved edifice and he climbed atop, laying back. He began to caress his penis, preparing it for what he knew was coming while his counterpart also readied his manhood. Both slave's preparations were producing impressive results as their cocks were swelling in length and thickness. As Janine watched the carnal display, Marna directed that Janine's binds be cut and her arms fell forward. 

The Persian guards snatched Janine by her arms and legs and lifted her above the waiting slave then lowering her so that her back lay upon the supine body. The slave secured her around the waist as soldiers tethered her arms and legs to the altar. The attached leather straps spread Janine's arms and legs wide as the male beneath her began to feel her breasts and vagina. The heat was beginning to cause the involved participants to perspire, which produced an appealing sheen upon their bodies. Persian cadres were gathering to witness the events and many more were arriving. They were delighted to see the bound female captive being prepared for their amusement. Her smooth sex, glistening and spread wide, was partially concealed by the massive hard cock rising from underneath her. Janine could feel the large penis touching between her legs. She tugged at the restraints, rekindling the erotic stimulus she was becoming accustomed to. She was no longer afraid; she was extremely aroused knowing that she would once more be the erotic center of all attention.

The Persian ambassador ordered the slave to insert his penis into the rectum of the prisoner. Simultaneously she instructed the second slave to mount the bound female and bury his prepared cock into her vagina. The supine slave's cock was the first to enter. Janine's torso tensed against the restraints as the penis penetrated her ass and began pumping in long upward strokes. Janine looked down to see the other slave climbing on top of her and settling himself between her extended legs. The slave fucking from beneath reached his hands to pull open Janine's cunt lips allowing the mounting slave access. The second cock split her pussy lips and rammed deeply into her as the male below withdrew his hands placing them on her breasts and massaging them. Both pistons began working independently within Janine. 

The rhythm-less frenzy of both poles of flesh, penetrating and withdrawing sporadically, was exciting her intensely. The sensation that her restraints provided was causing her to buck wildly as she was sensing orgasm. The glistening bodies were entwined and pushing feverishly upon the altar much to the approval of the gathered soldiers. Their eyes were glued to the cocks fucking the prisoner in both her feminine openings. Janine could feel the thick penises throb and pulsate as they fucked her until finally she tensed at her restraints and cried out "Fuck me, I'm coming!" Spasms overtook her as the intensity of the orgasm's shock waves flowed through her body. She undulated and writhed against the restraints as the slaves continued pumping. In unison, the slaves began to tense and slam their engorged organs faster into Janine's body. Their muscles tensed and became pronounced as each was near his sexual zenith. Together, both cocks spewed cum within their respectful orifice, filling Janine with overloads of hot semen.

"A masterpiece," one soldier commented, as the witnesses concentrated on the erotic emotion upon the altar. The work on the scaffold being erected as Janine was marched into the arena was now complete. Its shadow fell upon the cadre of soldiers surrounding the stone altar several yards away. Janine could see the sturdy supports and crossbeam rising ominously as the slaves dismounted the altar. She wanted so much to caress herself as an epilogue to her magnificent climax but could only writhe at the restraints. The heat had kept a moist sheen upon her stretched body and her breasts rose and fell seductively. Her freshly fucked openings were unable to retain the heavy loads of cum that had been brought forth and the cream oozed down her extended crotch. There was a stirring of approval from within the ranks of soldiers. They were satisfied with the spectacle thus far, but were anxious to witness the next installment of Persian justice upon the condemned female. Janine's sexual and submissive energy had her intensely aroused, as she had learned to relish being the centerpiece of raw lust and merciless manipulations.




Retribution Within the City Ch. 2



She desired more attention no matter how severe, and she tugged at her restraints upgrading the extremely erotic and vulnerable sensation within her. Her helplessness was her strength. The centurion addressed the large crowd of soldiers "The prisoner will now be executed for the murder of one of our ambassador," he mandated. He then instructed several guards to prepare the female. Marna monitored vigilantly as Janine's binds were removed and she was pulled from the stone slab. The guards tied her wrists tightly behind her as Marna instructed that more restraint was necessary for the execution and ordered the prisoner's arms to be completely pinioned behind her. The guards complied, applying more bindings on Janine's arms just above her elbows. The leather straps were tightened, nearly causing the prisoners elbows to touch, and were then secured. This resulted in Janine's shoulders flexing back, which offered up her breasts in a very seductive manner. 

The increased restriction aroused Janine's submissive lust, and she could sense her sexual anticipation rising. The guards, lead by Marna, escorted their prisoner toward the scaffold as the massed crowd ambled in the same direction. Janine could see the wooden platform with its rectangular superstructure rising above as she approached. A guard was hoisting a noose-ended rope over the raised crossbeam and adjusting the noosed end to a height that he estimated would be the proper level to place around her neck. The length of rope was not tethered and cascaded over the crossbeam where much of its length rested in a coil on the platform floor. Janine saw the Persian soldiers scramble to surround the scaffold in order to gain a better view of her impending passion. She could feel the erotic helpless feeling creating a sensation of strong sexual desire within her. She felt no anguish or fear. 

On the contrary, her helpless and naked body demanded more sexual release. Janine was composed as she climbed the two steps to the scaffold's wooden platform. She felt perversely aroused, envisioning herself as the erotic focal point of the wanton desires of the crowd. In that, she felt in control of the spectacle about to be performed on her. The past midday heat sustained the attractive sheen on the restrained prisoner creating a naked luster that the soldiers found very appealing. Janine was positioned on the platform next to the dangling noose where she gazed out over the Persian soldiers watching her intently. 

She could feel their eyes lusting over her exposed femininity and she knew that her breasts were jutting provocatively and her nipples tightening into pointed sensors. Her smooth labia were swollen and Janine wished that she could free herself, if only for a moment, to caress her body. She could sense the crowd of soldiers becoming highly charged with sexual energy and she writhed within her restraints to heighten her own sexual tension, as well as the witnessing crowds. Janine's display was effective and she could see that many of the witnessing soldiers began exposing and stroking their penises, which excited her and steeled her to see the ordeal through. It perversely aroused Janine that the lusting soldiers desperately wanted to see her hang completely nude for their pleasure Marna and the Centurion then climbed the steps of the platform and confronted their condemned prisoner. Marna directed that the ankles of the nude female be restrained by extending them. The guards obeyed by tying leather straps around each of Janine's ankles. 

The separate ends were secured to both supporting uprights that rose on either side of the condemned female. Marna again instructed that there was to be a slight slacking on the straps so that when the prisoner was lifted the restraints would pull tight spreading her legs wide and restricting movement. The guards implemented the directive upon the prisoner's ankles as another guard slipped the noose over Janine's head. The ligature was a silk and hemp hybrid making it somewhat soft around her neck. It was also rather thick, nearly two inches, the result of which would be a slow, erotic distress. Janine was still very composed as she faced the excited crowd. She was very aware of the sadistic performance they desired and she became even more aroused when her mind focused on the perversely erotic sensation she achieved from their ogling stares. 

She was an exquisite sight standing aglow from the hot sun beating down upon her. Janine's naked breasts were heaving from her heavy breathing and the tight pinioning of her arms. The ankle bindings forced her legs apart, affording an exciting view of her bare labia as the witnesses looked up at her on the raised platform. Marna was standing close to Janine and addressed her in a mild tone, commenting "The thickened rope around your pretty neck and the method we've used to restrain you should prolong your distress, giving quite a show to our troops."

Janine stood motionless. She knew that after the takeover of the city, her fate was sealed and she was not afraid. Rather, she concentrated on the erotic feeling that the frenzied stares of the Persian soldiers aroused in her. Janine thought, "If it is a spectacle they want, I shall provide an unforgettable one." Janine writhed at her bindings and felt the helplessness that they produced. She liked the sensation and could feel her exposed vagina spreading slightly and becoming moist as her nipples pushed to their peaks. Inside she felt deeply and erotically satisfied that all eyes were upon her. The physical and psychological combinations managed to arouse her submissive desires thoroughly. She was prepared. 

Marna and the Centurion stepped back from the helpless female and signaled at two guards waiting to lift the prisoner. The guards pulled down slowly on the length of rope, raising Janine gently off the wooden platform. Janine felt the constriction of the thick noose on her neck as she was hoisted. She was conscious as the custom ligature restricted her ability to breathe. She was barely able to tolerate it. Janine could feel her bindings preventing her arms from coming to her rescue. She felt her hands splaying at the leather straps holding her wrists. Her arms, chest, and shoulders all wriggled seductively as the restraints thwarted her movement. Her breasts swayed boldly with an alluring side-to-side undulation. 

As Janine had been lifted, the straps binding her ankles spread her legs toward the scaffold uprights on either side. She could feel her legs pulling at the restraints as they became taught. Her legs pulled slowly and deliberately, causing a seductive movement of her entire pelvis as the bindings insisted that her legs remain wide. Janine could feel the effect of her body struggling as a warm sensation in her vagina. The feeling was pleasurable and becoming more intense by the instant. The naked undulations of the struggling female prisoner caused the soldiers to become wildly aroused. More began to masturbate as they viewed the prisoner's distress with hypnotic stares. 

As Janine hung alone and helpless, hundreds gazed intently, watching the seductive dance of death and achieving orgasmic pleasure from the naked passion on display before them. Janine could sense the crowd's erotic frenzy as her distress increased and she could detect the semblance of an approaching orgasm. Janine was barely able to make out Marna as she approached her suspended form. The Persian female produced a large, well-oiled wooden phallus. Marna began fingering Janine's pussy, which ignited the struggling prisoner's erotic senses, then slowly inserted the dildo into her vagina. 

The sexual tool was large in Janine's cunt and the Persian female shoved it in and out in long and rapid strokes. The fucking gave the writhing female piercing pleasure and her body became a squirming suspension framed by the scaffold. Many of the soldiers came from the perversely erotic spectacle they saw. They were completely silent, having never before witnessed such an intense execution. Janine was barely able to undulate against the restraints as Marna aggressively pushed the phallus in and out of her. Nearly unconscious, Janine was barely aware of the pleasure that the inserted dildo and her forced submission were providing. She did know that she had performed well as the helpless, erotic focal point of the crowd's, and her own, perverse sexual pleasure. Mercifully, the throngs of orgasm began in wave after wave from deep within Janine and she came as her suspended body tensed against the bindings. The crowd was able to see the prisoner's juices visibly coating the phallus as it was removed. With her last writhing, Janine barely tugged at her arm and leg restraints as the constricted rope around her neck passed her into the universe. The female's motionless form, still restrained and suspended, was like an icon of conquest over the port city in this most savage of times. 

Janine was startled by her alarm clock as it awoke her abruptly. Through her blurred vision, she could see that it was 7:00 am. She had experienced the dream again!

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special thanks to lothorien, who contributed as volunteer editor