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Sweet Revenge Ch. 01

By: KalaLund



**** WARNING ****

This story contains description of non-consensual sex. Please do not proceed if such topics offend you.

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It was the last week of March and a Saturday at that. My department was busy with the quarterly closing of our office accounts. Life is normally miserable for us accountants during this time. I had hardly slept for the last 3 days. Had I known that this would be the situation here, I would have never joined the company. I am a relative newcomer here, having joined in January. Though I am at a senior position, my subordinates do not trust me yet. They tend to give me a hard time. I have a long way to go before I can win their confidence. If the carrot doesn't work, I will try the stick.

The leader of these troublemakers is a woman named Preeti. She is 35 years old and has been working here for the last 10 years. She was tipped to get my position, but the management decided otherwise and I got the job. On the positive side, she has a lovely round face with a dusky complexion. Her tits are not too big or too small, just the right size. Her long silky hair probably flows till her waist. I have never seen it loose, just tied into a well-oiled bun. She has a gorgeous ass. Compared to the rest of her figure, it is kind of big, but her decent height (5'7") made it look wholesome. You know, the kind one would love to grab or maybe grind your cock against. There wasn't a night when I didn't jerk off with mental images of Preeti being raped by me.

I heard a knock on my cabin door and before I could respond, the door opened and Preeti walked in. She was wearing a pastel yellow saree and a matching blouse. She was looking absolutely mind-blowing. 

"The boss would like to see you immediately", she said with a twisted smile.

I knew from that smile that there was trouble brewing for me.

"OK. I will go to him right away." 

I stood up to go to my boss's cabin. She also turned to walk out of my cabin. The outline of her black bra could be seen from behind. Oh God!! If I could just fuck her now! It took a lot of self-control, but I banished these thoughts from my mind. I did not want to enter my boss's cabin with a tent in my trousers.

Both of us entered his cabin. He started yelling at me as soon as the door shut behind me. The reports from my department were always late; the suppliers were complaining about late payments, the staff was being harassed (I know where that complaint came from!) and so on and so forth. I silently listened to his tirade. It wouldn't have been professional on my part to lay the blame on my subordinates.

"Don't worry Sir. I will bring the situation under control" I said trying to calm him down a little, "Give me a week's time."

"Just one week. If everything is not normal by then..." my boss left the sentence incomplete, implying my fate.

I walked out and went to my cabin. Preeti had to be taught a lesson and fast! A plan started forming in my mind. I called in Preeti.

"Listen Preeti," I said as if unaware that she was the one responsible for my problems, "you got to come in tomorrow if we have to get this department back on track. I know it is a Sunday, but if we work for at least 12 hours tomorrow, the load will be considerably lesser next week onwards."

" I am counting on you Preeti, you having been here for 10 years, are the only one who can help me."

There was no way she could get out of this. If she said no, then she knew she would get into trouble with my boss. She reluctantly accepted.

I woke up early on Sunday morning and had a bath and shaved. I left the house at 9:00 AM and went to the hardware store to buy a few things that were needed for my plan. The other stuff that I also would need was already in my office. On reaching the office I parked my car and walked towards the elevators. Preeti was already waiting there wearing a white saree with a bright red border and a white blouse. I greeted here and got a strained smile in return. We entered the elevator. As we were traveling upwards, she noticed my rucksack.

"Going somewhere?" she asked.

"No, just a few things I need here today." I replied.

We reached the 20th floor. Being a Sunday, I had to borrow the key to unlock the office from the Security office yesterday. I unlocked the door and both of us went in. The office looked totally different. It was completely silent. Preeti went to her desk and I went into my cabin. Opening the cupboard I took out my notebook computer and my camcorder. I put the camcorder in my rucksack and picked up the computer bag and walked towards the conference room.

"Preeti, I will call you in as soon as I have setup my computer." I said as I walked past Preeti. 

She nodded in acknowledgement.

I put my laptop on the lectern and hooked up the camcorder. The conference room could seat about 50 people and was soundproof, which is why I chose it in the first place. I tested the video feed from the camera and was satisfied with it. Picking up the phone I dialed Preeti's extension.

"I am ready Preeti, you can come in now." and I put the phone down.

She walked in. I looked at her, my eyes roaming all over her body. She was looking hot. As I mentioned before, she was wearing white saree with a red border and a white blouse. I could see the slight bulge of her tummy. Her hair was tied up in a bun as usual. It looked slightly wet; I think she had washed it just before leaving for office. My cock was already stirring in my pant thinking of what I was going to do to this woman. I asked her to sit. She placed the files on the table and sat down.

I walked up to her and stood behind her.

"You have given me a lot of trouble, Preeti. It is payback time!"

Sensing trouble, she immediately stood and faced me.

"I will scream if you as much as touch me", she said in an arrogant voice, stepping back a little.

I lunged forward and grabbed her in a bear hug. She wriggled hard to get out of my grip.

"Let me go, you bastard! You can't do this to me!" she screamed, this time with fear in her voice.

I planted kisses on her face, while grinding my cock against her at the same time. I was constantly missing her lips, so I grabbed her hair at the back and held her face steady. I pressed my lips on hers, and enjoyed the taste of her luscious red lips. As I kissed her, I undid her hair and let it fall loose. The flowery aroma of her shampoo filled my nostrils. This drove me crazy with lust, but it was really difficult to enjoy these fine sensuous things since Preeti was struggling to get out of my grasp. I had to do something fast. 

I lifted her and went to where my rucksack was. I forced Preeti to lie flat on the floor on her stomach and I straddled her. Rummaging thru my rucksack I found what I was looking for, a bundle of ropes with different lengths. Preeti continued to struggle and scream. Pulling out two pieces of rope, each about 2 feet in length, I tied her wrists, tightening the knot till she screamed in pain. I got off her and dragged her to the conference table. I tied the free ends of the rope to the conference table legs. The pallu of her saree (the part of the saree that is thrown over the shoulder) had fallen aside and I could see the blouse-clad breasts. I grabbed them and started squeezing them hard.

"Let me go you bastard!" she screamed in pain.

I was really enjoying this. The woman who had made my life miserable in the office was finally at my mercy. I could do anything with her. I let go of her breasts and started to undo the blouse buttons. Because I had tied her hands, I could not remove her blouse. I took my Swiss army knife and cut up her bra and threw the pieces aside. I would have like to do the same with her blouse, but I guess she would need something to cover her tits while going home. Her nipples were big and dark. I slowly squeezed her now exposed breasts. My cock hardened further as I did this. I lay down on top of her and planted my lips on hers and gave her a deep kiss. She could do nothing this time. I forced open her lips by my tongue. I could taste her lipstick. I ran my fingers thru her silky hair while I savored the kiss. She struggled to get me off her body. I broke off the kiss and got off her. Grabbing the folds of her saree that were tucked in the waistband of her petticoat (inner skirt), I pulled it out. Gathering the saree I threw it aside. Preeti had started weeping by now. Tears ran down her cheeks.

"So, you fuckin' bitch, you thought you would get me in trouble and have fun!" I said and laughed loudly. 

"Please let me go! I will never ever trouble you again. I will work the way you want me to, but please don't it to me. My husband will throw me out. Pleeaase!!!"

"No way you whore! Your cunt is gonna get a good banging!"

I undid the knot on her petticoat and pulled it off, exposing her lovely legs. She was wearing red panties. She was still kicking with here legs. I held her right foot, lifted it to my mouth and began to lick it. I ran my tongue first on the sole and then continued licking up her the smooth skin of her legs. I looked up while doing this and saw the mixed emotions on her face. Her eyes were shut. Tears were rolling out of the corners of her eyes. Goose pimples were raised all over her body. One part of her was enjoying the sensation, while the other was still disgusted by the fact that I was forcing myself on her and that she was lying helpless, unable to do anything about it.

My licking mission had now reached her crotch. The musky scent of here cunt reached my nostrils. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled it down all the way to her ankles. Her pubic hair was trimmed neatly and I could see the puffed-up cunt lips in all its glory. I spread them apart and inserted my middle finger in her cunt and moved it around inside. Then, I started to finger-fuck her. I continued doing so for about a minute. Preeti stopped struggling, savoring the momentary pleasure. Her kicking had almost stopped and she was now rubbing her thighs together. The time was now ripe to violate her.

I stood up and removed my shirt and then pulled off my trousers. My cock had formed a tent in my undies. I pulled off my undies and started stroked my cock, spreading the pre cum on it.

"OK Preeti, let's fuck!"

The sight of me standing naked, stroking my erect my cock made her forget the pleasurable sensations she was undergoing. The reality of her rape struck her. She began kicking hard and straining against the ropes.

"Let me go... please! Have mercy on me. Don't do this to me... please!" 

She was crying really hard now. Because of her struggles, her panties slipped off her ankles. I couldn't wait any longer. I got down atop her and began to fondle her breasts. I kissed her and ran my fingers thru her hair. Moving my hips, I positioned my cock near her cunt. Grabbing it, I shoved it in her. She screamed in pain at the violent intrusion. I started ramming her hard. She kept screaming and crying. With one hand I grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it hard as I fucked her harder. The pressure was building up in my balls. I started humping her faster. I was close to coming... just a few more strokes... I pumped harder... Ohhhh Goddddd!!! The feeling of cum flowing out my cock was incredible. My cock kept jerking out cum for some time in Preeti's cunt. As soon as I was finished I collapsed on top of her. I had never cum so much before this. Probably the fact that I was having sweet revenge and raping a woman at the same time made me cum so hard.

Preeti lay motionless under me, except for the movement caused by her continuous sobbing. I got off her and went to get my camcorder. I played back the recorded scene and the footage was terrific. My friends and I would have fun watching it. I took the camcorder back to where Preeti lay. I wanted to record a few close-up shots. The images I was seeing thru the viewfinder were cock stirring. Her legs were still spread apart and my cum was oozing out from her cunt. Her breast had red marks where I had mauled them. Her cheeks were wet with tears. Her long black hair was spread behind her like a halo, with a few strands sticking to her wet cheeks.

"You were great Preeti! What a fuck!"

I returned the camera to its original recording position on the lectern. I came back and untied her hands and asked her to stand up. She lay there looking at me thru the tears. Grabbing her long hair, I pulled her to standing position. She looked at me with hate in her eyes.

"You bastard! You have ruined my life! I will file a complaint with the police and you will rot in prison!" she screamed at me.

"Hey bitch, have you forgotten about the camcorder? If anyone gets a whiff of what happened here, I will make sure that film is circulated amongst our colleagues and your relative. I am sure your husband will enjoy seeing it."

That silenced her.

"Instead of using you mouth for talking, I have thought of a better use for it."

I pushed her down on her knees, and holding her hair guided her mouth towards my cock. It was soft, but was hardening now. She refused to open her mouth. I stepped back and gave her a hard backhanded slap on her face. She fell back on her back because of the impact. 

"Well, you fucking whore, is that enough or you want more?"

She came back and kneeled in front of me. She took my semi-erect cock in her mouth and started sucking on it. It began to harden in her mouth and, because the wetness and her constant sucking, it became as hard as it was when I raped her. I grabbed her long silky hair and held her face steady while I raped her mouth. I was reaching another level of ecstasy. My fantasies were coming true. I had already raped Preeti and now I was getting my cock sucked by that whore.

"Caress my balls while you are sucking, bitch!" I could barely manage a groan.

She began to caress my ball as she blew me. God... I could not take it any longer. I came inside her mouth. She tried to pull her face away, and my cock pooped out, still spurting cum. I kept her face steady by holding her hair and emptied my balls on her face. Using my cock, I spread cum all over her face. I stepped back to admire my handiwork. She used the respite to spit out the cum that was in her mouth. I laughed as I went and got the camcorder and got a few close-up shots of her in that state.

Grabbing her arm, I made her stand up.

"Let's go and clean up. I want to watch you while you do so."

I dragged her behind me to the washroom attached to the conference room. Of course, my camcorder was with me. She stood in front of the washbasin and washed her face. It took some time to remove the sticky cum. Collecting water in her palms, she splashed it on her pussy to wash off the cum dripping from there. She then washed her thighs where some of the cum had dripped.

"What do you want now?" she said in a resigned tone. She now refused to look at me because of the humiliation I had caused to her.

"Get dressed now. " I said.

She walked to where her clothes were lying. I followed her with the camera, recording the scene. She pulled on the panties and then put on the under-skirt. Her blouse was still hanging on her shoulders with the buttons open. Her tits were juggling up and down as she put on the clothes. She buttoned up her blouse and stared to drape the saree around her.

"Go and fix your make-up." I told her as she finished dressing.

She finished fixing her make-up and stood in front of me.

"Smile baby, you are on camera! Now start stripping slowly, and hey, do it with a smile on your face."

I filmed her stripping off her clothes, for my pleasure. I then asked her to get dressed and we left the office. We went to the basement car park.

"Come, will drop you home." I told her.

"No! I will go by myself! I do not want you near me now!" she hissed back.

"Listen my beautiful whore, you will do whatever I say. Don't forget the video!"

That silenced her. We got into my car and drove towards her house. I parked in front of her apartment and as she was getting out I said,

"Hey always remember the video. I will call you when I need a fuck. Bye!"

Sweet Revenge Ch. 01



Kevin slowly licked Brianna's earlobe, sending a chill down her spine. Having her at his mercy like that really turned him on. He had her handcuffed to a chain hanging from the ceiling of his basement. Her ankles also were in shackles. A blindfold hid her blue eyes from her captor. Kevin ran his hands down the length of her body, over her clothes. She apparently liked to dress to impress, as they say, for she wore a short, tight, black skirt with an equally tight white tank top. She begged him to stop, to release her. He knew he couldn't now. Her scent had already burned his nostrils, making her impossible to resist. He pushed her against the cold wall, grinding his throbbing penis onto her ass, through his jeans and her skirt.

Thankfully she didn't seem to think his plans were premeditated. Although they were, he tried not to give away the fact that this night had been coming for weeks now. Kevin had been trailing Bri home from work every day then to the clubs on weekends with her friends. That's where he'd first laid eyes on her, at Phoenix, the newest and hottest night club in the city. He'd been there because he was friends with the bartender and was given a VIP pass. If not for that he would've done his normal weekend routine of sitting at his computer searching E-Bay for good deals. Yeah he was a nerd, but his looks didn't reflect that. About 6'3", bronzed skin, thanks to his job as a carpenter, shaggy light brown hair that covered his chocolate brown eyes. He wasn't a bad looking guy at all and never had problems with the ladies. Maybe that was his appeal with Bri, she was the first girl who had ever refused him. 

She'd been in the middle of the dance floor, acting as if she owned the place, her dark brown hair swaying side to side in time with the techno music. In a bright red dress with pouty lips to match, she was asking for attention. He watched as numerous men walked up to her but she curled her sensuous lips into an irresistible smile and turned them away. Nothing but a damn cock tease. He thought cruelly to himself. Perhaps he'd be able to persuade her to join him just for one drink. He stood up from his stool at the bar that immediately became occupied by some punk looking kid who didn't even look old enough to be there. Confidence radiated from him as he sauntered over to the hottie on the dance floor. He tapped her gently on the shoulder to get her attention.

"How'd you like to get a beer with me? You look like you're working up a thirst out here." Kevin had to yell to get his words heard over the music. Her blue eyes looked up into his and she gave him that tell-tale smile she'd given all the others. Disappointment speared through him, making his anger rise in him. 

"Thanks but I'm good right now. If I change my mind I'll look for you though." Her husky voice shot straight to his groin but just like that she turned her back to him.

Kevin reigned in his temper and went to stand at the bar where he'd stupidly given up his seat for nothing. Ordering a double shot of whiskey, the wheels in his head had already begun turning, putting the plan into motion. She'd realize her mistake before long, but it may be too late. 

A smile played on his lips as he exited the club that night and crossed the darkened street. Lighting a cigarette, he leaned his toned body against the ancient brick building and waited. About an hour had passed when he spotted her, leaving with the same friends she'd arrived with. At least she didn't leave with a guy, he thought to himself. His temper might not have been in check too much longer if she had. His eyes narrowed as she climbed into a white jeep wrangler. He thought she'd be driving something flashier and more sporty, like a convertible. Mentally jotting down her license plate number, he turned and walked the 6 blocks to his house, his mouth twisting to an evil smile while his thoughts turned dark where the woman in red was involved.

Using his computer skills, he hacked into the DMV records and looked up her information using her license plate number. Brianna Skillens, 2546 North Franklin St. Not too far from him he realized. The next few days, it rained so he took that time to follow her, getting a feel for her habits. She worked at a lingerie store, of all places, from 8am to 6pm Monday through Friday. After work, she'd drive home to feed her cat then curl up on the couch with a book and a glass of wine. No men visited her, she rarely was seen on the telephone. Kevin decided he needed a couple more weeks on scouting her out just to make sure there were no major attachments, no body to notice she's missing.

One Friday night, after a particularly busy day at the boutique, Bri headed home, wanting nothing more than a hot bath and some wine. Her feet ached and the beginnings of a migraine were in place. Relief washed over her as she pulled her Jeep into her driveway and cut the engine. Taking a deep breath of relaxation, she got out and climbed the front steps of her porch. The wind chimes that were her grandmothers tinkled softly in the breeze, bringing a smile to her weary face. She missed the old lady terribly but she had all the memories of her at her disposal in the house that was left to her after her death. Even her grandmothers' cat, Clive, was still kicking around although he was known to disappear for days at a time then show up when he got too hungry. Poor thing, he probably missed Janice too. 

Unlocking her front door, Bri got the odd feeling she was being watched. A tingle in the base of her spine that forced her to turn around and scour the darkened street, looking for anyone that might be out and about. Seeing no one, she opened the door and slammed it shut behind her, securing the deadbolt. The feeling of being watched didn't stop, so she went through the house, turning on all the lights and checking every closet. She even looked under her bed, a silly thing to do but it made her feel safer. Shaking her head at her paranoia, she went to the master bathroom and turned the water on in the ancient claw foot tub. Adding her peach bubble bath to the hot water, she began peeling of her work clothes. The tingling in her spine returned and before she removed her silk blouse, she looked out the window to the house next door. The floor length window faced one of the bedrooms of the other house, but Bri knew the Jones' were out of the country until next month. Normally she had a heavy drapery over the window, but she left it open lately enjoying the fact that she could feel the cool night air on her wet skin. She stared into the neighboring house, thinking she saw a figure, but blinking it was gone, replaced with nothing but darkness. 

"I must be losing my mind." She said aloud to herself and finished stripping.

Kevin held his breath as Brianna looked directly at him. Thinking she must have seen him, he contemplated turning tail and running. But then she said something to herself and turned back around. Releasing a sigh of relief, he edged along the wall, closer to the window so he could get the best look at her as possible. She really was beautiful, such a pity she had to be nothing more than a whore. Her body suggested she spent ample amounts of time in a gym, but he hadn't seen her step foot into one in the two weeks he'd followed her. Her silk blouse fell to the floor, revealing a serviceable white bra, made more for comfort than looks. Obviously she didn't do much shopping in the store she worked at. Slightly disappointed at her choice in undergarments, Kevin waited patiently to see her in all her glory. The excitement grew in him until he neared busting just looking at her luscious body. Her high, firm breasts swung freely as she bent over to take off her stockings. His crotch grew warmer with every article of clothing she removed. Knowing he wouldn't be able to ignore it long, he unzipped his jeans and released his cock, already throbbing. He slowly stroked himself as she shimmied seductively out of her plain cotton panties. To his delight she kept a nicely trimmed bush. His mouth went dry thinking about eating her pussy until dawn. Before getting into the large tub, she looked through the window in his direction again. Unlike before, he didn't move, almost hoping she'd see him pleasuring himself. She licked her full pink lips then ran her hands from her stomach slowly over her breasts up to her hair then pulled it back into a pony tail. Could she see him? Did she do that on purpose just to tease him?

"You saucy little cunt, you'll pay for that move." He said roughly through his teeth, rubbing his member faster. He reached down with his free hand to massage his aching balls, imagining her touching herself just for him. His climax building her focused on her lovely, rose hued nipples, ripe for sucking. He glanced up at her face and gasped when he saw she was staring straight into his eyes. There was no fear, only a heated look of lust in her bright eyes. Maybe the thought of being watched turned her on, Kevin thought to himself. Well he was definitely willing to accommodate her on that fantasy, among any others she was willing to share. Turning her back to him, giving him a glorious view of her curvy backside, she bent over to retrieve something from a low drawer. Her swollen pussy lips peeked out as she was bent over, and Kevin could almost swear he could smell her arousal. He pumped furiously at himself, feeling his balls tighten. Bri looked over her shoulder and smiled the same smile she'd used to turn him down at the club then sauntered sexily to the window. She placed a kiss on the window pane then put up the heavy drapery she normally used when the neighbors were home.

"No! You fucking slut!" He yelled into the empty room. He closed his eyes tightly, bringing up the image of her delectable cunt. With a fierce growl he blew his load all over the curtains framing the window. His breathing labored and his temper on the rise, he zipped his jeans, grabbed his duffel bag full of items he'd used to break into the house then stormed out. The game had officially changed. Before he'd been thinking of simply scaring her into doing his bidding, but now he was determined to make her suffer dearly. The slut wasn't going to have to wait long to get her punishment.

"Oh my God..." Bri was positive she'd seen someone next door, watching her undress. And she'd given the stranger a show! Her cheeks blazed in embarrassment as she lowered herself into the hot bubbly water. She'd actually gotten into her little act, her nipples puckered and he pussy had gotten wet just with the idea of being watched. Despite how she dressed and acted on Saturday nights, she wasn't really a sexual person. It was nice and all but nothing she'd go out looking for, unlike Kelsey and Naomi, her two clubbing friends. The world would surely end if they didn't have a regular fuck. But they'd been best friends since high school and always went to the clubs with them to make sure they didn't do anything stupid. Putting the ordeal of someone watching her out of her mind, she relaxed and enjoyed her bath. Dressing for bed, she aimed to get as much sleep as possible, knowing tomorrow night they'd be going to Phoenix again.

Saturday was a sunny perfect day and many people were out enjoying the weather with their families. Kevin headed directly to the hardware store he got most of his supplies from as soon as they opened at 9am. "Hey Bill, what's going on?" He greeted the owner in his normal friendly tone.

"Hey Kevin. Got a special project this weekend?" Bill inquired after seeing the rope, duct tape and various other items Kevin was collecting.

"You can say that." Never much on words, he smiled politely and purchased his items. Giving a small wave as he left, he walked back to his house across town to prepare for that night.

"Bri, you almost ready?" Naomi called up the stairs. Her friends had met her at her house for a change so they could carpool. They normally took separate cars, but after what happened the previous night, Brianna didn't want to come home alone.

"Yeah I'm coming." She called back, putting her silver hoop earrings in, she grabbed her clutch, double checked for her cover charge and house keys then trotted down the stairs.

Pulling her black skirt down a bit, Bri climbed out of Naomi's mustang convertible and shut the door. The night was warm and stars twinkled in the night sky above. A beautiful night but something seemed off to Bri. Walking towards the front door with Naomi and Kelsey, bypassing the line of scantily clad girls waiting to get in, she kept looking behind her feeling like she was being followed. The boos and hisses of angry people in line broke her thoughts of last night. Naomi smiled sweetly to the bouncer, who happened to be her ex boyfriend, Riley. 

"You know you want to let us in, Rye." She cooed as she ran her hands up his muscular chest. "Come on. For old time's sake." His eyes were seemingly glued to her overflowing cleavage. The poor man didn't know when he was being used. Bri felt sorry for him, but was sure he'd be getting something in return for his trouble from Naomi.

"Yeah go on in, but I'll be expecting a visit from you tonight." He laughed and shook his head then patted her butt as she passed him into the club. Kelsey and Bri both thanked him and smiled as they passed.

Inside it was dark except for flashing neon lights and strobes placed strategically around the dance floor. The music thrummed through her body and the urge to move to the beat overwhelmed her. Bobbing her head, she grabbed her two girlfriends and started for the center of the floor, where she let the worries on her mind fade into the background.

Kevin looked at his watch. Right on time, he thought. His palms were slick with sweat, the only sign of his nervousness. Dressed in ripped jeans and a black silk dress shirt, he was eyed by most of the women in the room. His lean body leaned up against the wall under the emergency exit sign right next to ladies restroom. His dark eyes never left her face as she spun around on the dance floor. He waited patiently, nursing the same beer all night for the time when she'd have to take a restroom break. By the time she broke away from her friends and walked towards him his beer was room temperature and disgusting, but he finished the last bit as she walked by. He poised himself, prepared to make his move. Turning his body away from the crowd, he discreetly pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and a small vial. Soaking the cloth with the liquid, he put the vial back in his pocket. As Bri exited the restroom, he grabbed her upper arm, pulling her against his taut body. Before she could make a sound, he put the cloth over her nose and mouth and held her in a way that would seem like they were just a couple getting friendly in a dark corner. 

"Quiet now, Baby. I'll make it all better before long." He said to her as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. He pushed through the emergency exit out to the back of the building. If anyone saw them, they didn't ask questions. It probably appeared that she had gotten too drunk and he was kindly taking her home safely. The thought of that made Kevin scoff. Let them think whatever they want.

He half carried and half dragged her to his house at the end of a darkened street. Taking her directly to the basement that he'd spent all day preparing, he tossed her roughly on a slightly tattered couch. Her dark hair fell over her face and one leg had fallen off the couch, exposing her red panties. "So you do have some naughty lingerie. How interesting." He was pleasantly pleased by that bit of information. He ran his hand up her smooth leg, wanting to plunge into her warmth. However, he forced himself to wait, to be patient. He wanted her awake to know what he was going to be doing to her.

Holy shit. Bri thought to herself. Her head was pounding and she didn't hear music from the club anymore. Panic surged through her and she tried to react but her body didn't do a thing she wanted it to. Her mind raced, trying to think back to what had just happened. She'd been at the club, dancing, having fun with Kelsey and Naomi. Then she'd gone to the bathroom. That man, the handsome, rugged looking one that stood by the door, he'd stared at her all night. She had thought of going and talking to him but something had screamed danger so she hadn't. After she left the restroom, someone had grabbed her, but who? Every time she tried to conjure up what her captor looked like she just saw a fuzzy shape. She had to try and get out of here.

She felt a hand run up the length of her leg and push her skirt up to her waist. She tried again to react and felt her fingers twitch. Maybe if she tried harder she'd be able to struggle, to scream, to get help. Gathering all her strength she could she tried to scream. Feeling her throat work gave her hope but all that escaped was a moan. The hand on her leg came to an abrupt stop. She heard a very masculine voice that seemed somewhat familiar. She knew she'd heard it somewhere before. "Are starting to wake up, Baby? Let's get you ready then." The voice said, sending shivers down her spine. It didn't frighten her like it should, but instead she felt her pussy grow wet and her nipples tingle.

Not understanding her reaction to him scared her more. He lifted her and his body felt hard and well muscled against her. He set her against a cold concrete wall that felt good against her hard nipples. She heard chains clanging then felt steel around her wrists and then her ankles. He pulled the chains tighter until she was standing spread eagle, helpless to his abuse. She made more moaning noises and began rolling her head side to side. Finally she was coming through this fog back to reality. Before she got the chance to open her eyes, he placed a blindfold over them. Snapping back into complete consciousness she tried struggling, but he did too good a job at securing her.

"Please let me go! Don't do this!" Her voice sounded foreign to herself, weak and rough. He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear and his hands explored her still clothed body. She wanted to protest but her body wouldn't let her. She arched involuntarily into his hands when they reached around her to grasp her firm breasts. His breathing was hard but steady in her ear, his cock harder against her ass. He felt huge, if he was going to rape her, she'd be split in two. What if this was the man she thought she'd seen at the Jones' the previous night? She never should've teased him that way if it was. A new surge of panic overtook her as he cut her skirt and tank top off of her body.

"Let's get some of these clothes off of you." Kevin used a simple pair of kitchen shears to remove her clothes. As he had suspected, her undergarments were much different from the other night. Now she wore a red thong and a matching red lacey bra. "Did you buy this set from that boutique you work at? I must say you look much more edible in this than that getup you were wearing last night." Her gasp answered his unspoken question of whether she thought this was connected with last night. A smiled played on his lips as he contemplated if he should tell her about what he did while watching her undress. 

Thinking it might help her understand what she was being punished for he decided to fill her in. "Last night, Brianna. Did you think you saw someone watching you? Oh, Honey you did. It was me. I broke into your neighbor's house and stood in the shadows upstairs as you undressed. My cock throbbed so bad I wanted to rush over there and bury myself in your hot cunt. Instead I just watched you, flaunting your perfect body for me. You knew I was there, that's why you were teasing me. Cock tease." He said the last words through his teeth as he yanked her hair back. She let out a yelp of sudden pain and he leaned in closer to her ear. "Nothing but a fucking cock tease. A slut like you needs to learn a lesson." He tore her panties of her body, not caring that she cried out in pain. Using the shears, he cut the straps of her bra then pulled it off of her.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 01



"I didn't know it was you, I swear! I thought someone was watching me but I couldn't see anyone! I passed it off as me being paranoid...I swear it!" Her voice trembled and her lips were turned down like she was about to cry. 

"You see, Bri, even if I did believe you, I wouldn't stop. As you can feel, I'm past that point of no return." He pushed himself against her buttocks to prove his point. He removed his belt, then undid his jeans. Her sobs became pleads as she begged him to stop. Dropping his pants and shirt to the floor, he pressed his naked body against hers. "I will apologize for this, Bri. I'd planned to take it nice and slow but shit, your begging is turning me on so much I just can't stop." He bit down gently on her shoulder, then ran kisses down her spine to her ass. Grabbing her succulent cheeks in his hands, he inhaled her musky scent. The bitch was turned on. Without further preamble, he spread her cheeks and plunged his tongue into her moist opening. She gasped and begged him to stop, but it was only half heartedly. His tongue ran along her smooth slit up to her distended clit. She moaned loudly, attempting to push herself closer t his mouth. He let out a deep chuckle and continued his assault on her pussy. He inserted a finger into her cunt, releasing another cry of pleasure from her mouth. Paying special attention to her clit, he felt her tighten up on his finger. Knowing her climax was near, he withdrew and stood. Her head had fallen and she rested her chin against her chest. Her breath heaved in and out of her lungs, making her tits jiggle. He touched himself watching her nipples graze against the wall.



Sweet Revenge Ch. 01



Tommy's my name and I believe I'm a typical, sexually frustrated eighteen-year-old. I live at home with my parents and sister, Jennifer. I get along fine with my parents but, until very recently, not so well with Jennifer. She's studying at a college close to our home. She has plans to go away very soon to an out of state university which, at the moment, suits me just fine.

Jennifer walks with a very superior 'older sister' attitude and rarely speaks to me. When she does it's in a tone that is harsh or demeaning.

She has many friends, both male and female, which infers that she is a pleasant, friendly, outward going person. Her stunning breasts, beautifully tanned Baywatch babe figure, long, silken blonde hair, all demand and receive attention.

I don't know when we adopted a 'bad vibes' attitude to one another. 

She recently found my hidden hoard of Playboy magazines, showing them to my parents who, surprisingly, stunned us both by telling Jennifer that her 'tales out of school' would land her in trouble. But it was more the embarrassment that got to me.

Once again the power she had, to 'tell on me', was used to effect and again it made me feel embarrassed. I don't know which she enjoyed most, knowing that she had the power or using it at every opportunity.

My parents finally went out by the swimming pool. She walked past the kitchen on her way to her room, sniggering, "What's wrong, Tommy? Can't jerk off anymore? Are you the only male virgin? Got any hot dates this weekend?"

Her bitter sarcasm cut deep and she knew it. She also knew that I'd been unsuccessful all year trying to get a date with a girl; any girl. For some reason I always told my sister what was going on in my life. I couldn't understand why I did this. I knew I would never receive a sympathetic ear, yet I continued to tell her my innermost secrets; so strange.

Giggling, she walked upstairs as I sat at the kitchen table, more and more depressed at my situation.

I thought I had average good looks. I stood about five feet seven inches and weighed one hundred and forty-five pounds. My build isn't impressive, it's pretty average. I'd begun to work out in our garage, with a range of dad's weights, in a vain attempt to attract the girls. The one thing I knew I had in my favour was my personality. I was great. Except when I was around girls, then I just couldn't speak more than a few words to them. I grew more depressed.

"Mister Average, meet Mister Shy," I said, out loud to myself.

My day dreaming was interrupted by two of Jennifer's girlfriends ringing the front doorbell. I let them in, telling them where she was and they hurried upstairs to see her. My cock stiffening, watching them ascend. Their scent and lithe figures clothed in short mini skirts making me so horny. My cock ached for something other than my right hand.

Jennifer came down with her friends and went out the back door, all three of them giggling incessantly. I guessed Jennifer had told them about the 'Playboy episode.' They got into Jennifer's car and sped away to one of her campus parties.

Yes, Jennifer had it all, a nice car, a great social life, a steady boyfriend and a good job.

She worked at a men's clothing store at the mall, earning wages plus commission. With her great looks and high self esteem, she easily sold clothes to most of the middle aged men who walked into the store. She also enjoyed the company of her rich boyfriend, Dan, who was twenty two and who also treated me like a little boy.

'It's not fair,' I thought to myself.

I drifted outside trying to shake off my blues and think of something else. Passing by dad's car I saw his camcorder lying on the back seat. I opened the car door and took it out. It was one of those new, small, lightweight types that can be held in just one hand. I had used it a couple of times before to film Jennifer and her friends, getting a tan lying beside the pool.

I got on my mountain bike and rode around filming my neighbourhood.

I came to Jennifer's college, passing close to her sorority house. Curious as to what she may be up to, I got off my bike and hid behind the tall hedge that surrounded the house on three sides. Loud rock music came from the back entrance and I made my way silently towards it. A group of a dozen or so girls in their late teens or early twenties were outside the back door drinking beer, laughing and joking. I recognised my sister as one of the girls.

Jennifer held a beer in her hand.

'Roll film,' I thought to myself. Now I could exact some revenge for what she had done to me. When I showed this tape to my parents they'd yell at her for hours about the evils of teenage alcohol. They might even take away her car keys.

I zoomed in for an even closer angle as she tilted her head back, turning up the beer bottle and drinking thirstily. I continued to film for about ten minutes when she turned, left the group and walked over towards her car with another full bottle of beer in her hand.

The car engine leapt into life. She cranked up the music volume from the CD player and took off by herself, shaking her golden tresses in time to the beat.

'Drinking AND driving,' I thought to myself, filming until she disappeared from sight.

I jumped on my bike taking a short cut home. I couldn't wait to show this to my parents and get Jennifer, 'The Queen' into some serious trouble.

As I rounded the dry lake, near home, I heard the music then I heard the car and saw Jennifer, speeding towards me. I quickly hid behind some shrubbery and filmed. She was flying. This was a residential suburb and she was definitely over the speed limit.

I raised the camera and filmed.

'Man, is she gonna be in big trouble.'

Then I heard another noise, a small child ran out into the street chasing a puppy dog. I watched in horror as my half drunk sister slammed on her brakes just a little too late, screeching to a stop. She missed the puppy but hit the child a glancing blow that threw him away from the car.

She, immediately realised what she'd done, panicked and sped away, turning a corner she was gone, all this occurring within seconds. Meanwhile, the small boy on the ground was screaming and crying while holding his leg. Then a man yelled out and ran over to where the child lay kneeling by his side. I recognized him as Mr Henderson, a lawyer who lived across from us by the dry lake. That's when I realised the boy was David Henderson, his son. A wailing siren in the distance indicated the arrival of an ambulance that soon took David to hospital. I rode home, unseen by anyone and with the whole graphic episode on film.

I went straight to my room and lay on my bed; the afternoon's incredible events rushing around in my head. I tried to put everything into perspective. My sister had committed a felony. A hit and run, whilst under the influence of alcohol and I had the evidence on video tape. I had the power to send her to prison for a long time. It would serve her right, for all the trouble she had caused me. I played the tape again, made some copies, hid them then went to bed.

******

The next day, news of the hit and run was all over town. It seemed no one had seen the accident except David, who was in the hospital with a broken leg and severe bruising. All he could remember was a black car. That was all. He couldn't describe the car or the driver. The police were investigating but it didn't look good unless some new evidence came to light.

Once I got home from school, I knew Jennifer had washed and waxed her car, it was spotless. There wasn't a mark on the front rubber bumper that had hit David.

'So, she's covered up the evidence,' I thought, 'well, little does she know.'

I went to my room, knowing Jennifer was alone in her bedroom.

I called out to her, "Jennifer could you please come here a moment."

She came in looking depressed and asked what I wanted. I shut the door behind her, turned on the VCR and played the tape. Immediately after the car accident Jennifer jumped up and switched it off, demanding to know where I had got the tape. I explained the whole story and also how I had made several other copies, secretly hidden away. I told her she could have that tape. Silently, she sat on the edge of my bed, grim faced. My face beamed. Revenge can be so sweet.

"I'm about to go to the mall, will you please clean my room and since you're such a smart college girl, do my homework for me as well," I said handing her my homework list and pointing to the textbooks on the desk.

"Oh, by the way," I said, "can you loan me twenty five dollars?"

Dazed, she delved into her jeans pocket, eventually pulling out some notes and handing them to me.

I was half way down the stairs when I heard her shout after me, "If you think I'm gonna be your damn maid the rest of my life and give you my money all the time, think again, buddy." I laughed and walked out of the house, got on my bike and whistled all the way to the mall. Life wasn't so bad after all.

Walking around the mall, I occasionally giggled uncontrollably at my achievements.

I knew she'd be searching everywhere for the other tapes but she'd never find them. All were very well hidden.

I noticed Sally Benson walking nearby. Feeling very confident I walked up to her and we started chatting. She's a cute blonde girl who I had known at school and whether it was due to my new found power over my sister that gave me added confidence, I don't know but she responded well to my presence. So, I asked her to go with me to see a movie. To my delight she agreed and we walked hand in hand through the mall to the movie theater.

Halfway through the movie she snuggled in closer to me. I had my left arm around her shoulders and allowed my hand to loosely, drop down onto her left breast. I cupped her well rounded breast. It felt wonderfully warm under the light cotton blouse she wore. I gently caressed its shape as her nipple sprang to life, my finger and thumb delicately tweaked her aroused nipple. Her bra felt tight and lacy against her flesh. My heart thumping loudly in my chest, then she twisted in her seat and her left hand slapped my face, stinging my ego more than anything else. She got up and without a word left the theater, leaving me to think about what might have been. I could not leave without showing my enormous erection that managed to stay with me for some considerable time.

'Damn, damn, damn,' I thought, watching the movie to its conclusion and in the dark I went straight home. After the usual evening pleasantries with my parents I went upstairs to bed. I opened the door to my room expecting the usual mess.

It was immaculate.

Everywhere was neat and tidy. My homework textbooks were on the desk in a neat pile, all completed. This was great. I tip toed to Jennifer's room to say my thanks. I entered her room and shut the door. With the drapes pulled across the room was shrouded in darkness except for the moonlight at the top where they joined.

Her room always remained in a constant state of neatness and order, like a mirror to her life. She lay on her bed, sound asleep. I stared at her for a while. Asleep, she was beautiful. Perfect. Her breasts, so full, round but firm. I'd always noticed her breasts. I always notice any girl's breasts but Jennifer's were outstanding. I sat on the bed next to her and put my hand on her arm that lay on the top sheet. Her smooth skin; so soft, so cool in the evening air. Hair, light, delicate blonde, tickled my fingers.

I gingerly eased back the top sheet, feeling a warm rush go through me, my cock stirred. I circled her breast with my index finger. A lump entered my throat as I became aroused at what I was doing. Leaning forward I kissed her once on the cheek, then full on the lips. I let my tongue run over her soft, full lips. As I enjoyed the sweet, saltiness of her lips, she stirred. Her blue eyes flew open.

"Tommy, what the hell are you doing in here?" she hissed, sitting bolt upright.

I told her I just wanted to thank her for cleaning my room and doing my homework. For some unknown reason I related the events that evening with Sally at the movie theater. She laughed at my misfortune.

"Shut-up," I said, angrily, "all I wanted was to feel her breasts."

I gazed longingly at the swell of her breasts in the thin moonlight.

"Tommy," she said, her voice quivering, "go to bed." Mesmerised, frustrated, I kept staring at those glorious, heaving mounds covered only by a thin, silk nightgown. With a mind of its own my hand suddenly reached forward to touch one, she caught my hand. A sneer washed over my face.

Forcefully I spoke to her, "Remember... Jennifer." Two words spoken by me, yet, heard from a great distance, as though someone else had said them. 

In the moonlight I heard a frustrated sigh, she released her grip. I tentatively placed one hand on her left breast, caressing its silken structure. First my palm, then the back of my hand moved across and underneath the warm, sensual, unresisting orb. Oh, the warm ecstasy of those breasts. I climbed onto her bed and straddled her legs. She sat back, resting up against the pillows. She gasped as I tore her nightgown, ripping it, pulling it away from her lightly tanned flesh. Panic tightened her chest, uplifting her charms.

At last, before me lay the two most luscious, juicy, firm breasts anyone could lust after. They looked as good as or even better than any portrayed in 'Playboy.' I tore my gaze from their beauty and looked at her. Her pleading eyes, begging me to stop, were tinged with fear and anxiety.

If I had wanted too I could not stopped.

I caressed her breasts for a very long time.

The feel of her breast skin texture, size and weight captivated my attention. My mouth sucked gratefully. My tongue worried her delightfully long, hard nipples. My fingers and teeth flexed them to full rigidity. Her areola ridged, splayed wide, then fashioned like a spider's web, clung around her wet nipples. Her breath rasped in her throat.

"Stop, Tommy. Stop it, now. Please... Oh god... Yes... Tommy. Noooo..." She moaned incessantly.

My hard cock throbbed.

Reaching over I picked up an open jar of hand lotion from her night stand. 

Gruffly I said, "Get naked sis." She appeared to hesitate slightly, then, surprisingly quickly, she did as I ordered.

Did I detect a glint in her eye. Her torn night shift slid to the floor, her white, delicate, cotton thong followed. She was naked.

She sat with arms by her side and her back to the cold headboard, waiting, wondering. Her apprehension was accentuated by the quick rise and fall of her bare, wet chest.

Standing, I rapidly pulled off my t-shirt, shorts and briefs and poured some of the cool lotion into my hand. I replaced the bottle then rubbed my hands together. I moved onto the bed, straddling her legs, my fingers once more massaging her aroused, ultra sensitive nipples. Closing her eyes she arched her head back and moaned low in her throat.

Continuing to caress those aching nipples for what seemed an eternity my hands moved down onto her flat stomach, down to circle her shaven pussy lips. I dipped my fingers once more into the cool lotion. With one finger I began gently caressing her outer labia moving across them, slowly, inexorably towards her clitoris. It bloomed from beneath its silken hood. I touched it. She gasped. Arching her tense back her hips rose up to meet my touch. I moved my finger down her lips and thrust two fingers into her pinkness. 

Jennifer murmured half-heartedly, "Aghhh! Tommy, nooo. Tommy, nooo." She reached out to hold my slippery wrist. I whispered, harshly, "Shut up, or the whole town will know the truth." She released her grip on my wrist.

My fingers came out from her vagina hot and wet, extremely wet. I realised that I didn't need the hand lotion anymore.

I thrust them back inside her. She writhed again as my slick thumb brushed her clit. Her eyes clenched tightly shut as she continued to writhe and moan deep within her throat.

It was then it struck me. My power over her had changed. This was a different power, a sexual power. All it had taken to reach out and wield this new power was a kind of... passion? Perhaps it was love; a buried love that had surfaced at last? Or was it just outright wanton lust?

I tried a different approach. I lay on my tummy with my face pressed against her pussy and thrust my long, rigid tongue into her wet pussy while massaging her clit with my sticky fingers, wet from her juices. Her body bucked upward and open mouthed she moaned, loudly.

"Shush, sis, you'll wake the neighbours," I said, stopping what I was doing, my mouth and tongue coated with her sweet, young nectar.

God, she tasted wonderful.

"Don't stop, Tommy. Please don't stop now... I'm on the edge," she rasped.

Burying my face in her crotch, frenziedly licking her engorged nub, I plunged two fingers up inside her slick cunt, in and out, in and out furiously building a steady rhythm.

"Aghhh... Aghhh... Aghhh... Aghhhhhh," she squealed in delight," yes... yes... yes, I'm cumming... oh, god, I'm cumming."

She writhed on my face. Her warm juices payment for my control I had over her young body. I was in seventh heaven, realising that I was the one who gave her an orgasm. Me. Inexperienced me But no more. I had suddenly become 'experienced.' Her sexual sounds were boosting my ego and giving me the confidence to continue.

Once her orgasm had subsided I gave her no respite but told her to kneel on the floor facing the bed. I sat on the edge facing her. My throbbing cock, inches from her face.

"Suck it sis. Make a good job of it. If you don't do a good job you'll be sorry, now suck," I commanded.

She didn't need any second bidding but took all of my swollen cock into her hot, tight, wet mouth furiously bobbing her head up and down. Her breasts erotically slapped against my legs. Reaching down I grazed the palm of my hand on the hard bullets that were her nipples. My cock felt the vibration from her throat as she moaned long and deep.

She worked my hard cock with her tongue, cupping her hand around my swollen lubricated shaft she jacked it then pushed it back into the embrace of her warm mouth, grasping the base of my cock with one hand ever spiralling up towards her mouth. With her other hand she gently fondled my balls. Oh, it felt electrifyingly good. She was good, much too good. I felt myself about to explode I stopped her and told her to get back on the bed.

She lay with her long legs open, waiting for me. I got on top of her, my cock nudging against her pussy lips. She smiled warmly, reaching down she parted her slick pussy lips and pushed her young body upwards to meet my downward thrust. She was giving herself to me, willingly, knowing the consequences but allowing my body to become part of her. I loved her for that and rode her slowly, tantalizing her flesh. To my delight she arched up her breasts for me to suck greedily, nibbling endearingly on her long teats. While one breast was in my mouth she caressed, tweaked and twisted the other nipple.

She rose up to meet my thrusts as my urgency sped towards a huge climax.

"Fuck me, Tommy, Fuck me hard little brother, harder, harder. Yessss," she gasped into the soft moonlight.

I came in one big rush that spurted deep within her, it went on and on, until I lay, exhausted, beside her lightly sheened body. I looked into her eyes and saw a different girl. She held me close as we drifted into a deep, contented sleep, both realising that we now, truly, belonged to each other.

It was how mom found us the following morning.

Continued... 



Sweet Revenge Ch. 01



*Author's note-Everything belongs to me. I know the naughty teacher plot is sorta clliche but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. This part is more about reluctance than complete non consent, chapter 2 shall cover that bit later, but for now, enjoy.*

'...' thoughts

Chapter 1 - Getting into Trouble

I am a 40 year old psychology professor at your regular run of the mill college. With graying hair but a body still in good shape. I enjoy my job at the university although it is more of a party school than for actual study, however this fact works to my advantage. These desperate little college girls will do anything to keep their grades up, including sneaking under my desk to give me head during a meeting with mommy and daddy to say their little girl is at the top of the class. 

My name is Jonathan Krauss, and this is my story.

***

I sift through the papers on my desk. Grading exams is something I hate and love at the same time. The time it takes I loath, but seeing those who need "tutoring" later makes the hassel worth it. There is a particular new vixen I have my hopes for. Ms. Emily Wolfe. Unfortunatly, all of her papers have been A+ material. I could easily downgrade her work, but intelligence is something I find sexy, not to mention the cat and mouse like feel I get from her.

Everyday I watch her come in. Enjoying her long toned legs and the swish of her short skirt, her flat stomach and the swell of her gorgeously developed breasts with a fair amount of cleavage showing. I can't help but stare at this beautiful creature with silvery blonde hair and cat green eyes. She knows how she looks, and she knows how to use it.

Finally I come to her paper and start to flip through her work. I have to stop my mouth from flopping open in shock, all her answers are wrong. It looks as if she hasn't studied at all. I glance up at her and see her nervously fidgetting, pulling at the hem of hr skirt and staring everywhere but at me. I notice dark circles under her eyes. 'Looks like its my lucky day.' I smile to myself as I write my favorite letter at he top of her paper beside her name.

Emily Wolfe. F-.

It takes all my willpower to hold back my utter giddiness and to not rush through the rest of the papers to give her what I've wanted to so badly. I feel my cock stirring and I can't supress a smile from spreading across my face. I glance at the clock when I'm finished grading and notice its almost time for class to let out. I chuckle under my breath and grab the only F paper in the stack and stand by the door.

I feel all eyes on me, they know when I do this that I will pull someone aside to offer them tutoring. The bell goes off, and my students stand and start filing out. I notice Emily hanging back. 'She knows who I need.'

Each student glances at me as they pass, particularly my conquests from the past. Some of them smile, containing relief in a few and disappointment in others, but I am waiting for Emily who has finally joined the line at the very end. When she goes to pass me I lightly grip her shoulder and give her the paper. "Ms. Wolfe, I would like to see you in my office at the end of the day." I see tears in her eyes but she nods and mumbles "Yes sir." before I release her shoulder and allow her to pass.

I look at her go, admiring her ass as she hurries away. I glance at my watch, only a few more hours. I smile wickedly and rub myself through my pants. 

***

My glances at the clock become more frequent as our meeting grows closer. I so look forward to claiming her that I'm practically twitching with excitement. My cock is already rock hard in anticipation. 

As I sit in my office I fantasize the things I'm about to do to her, and some things that I can't do. 

Just then I hear a timid knock on my door. I glance at the clock and smile. "Come in." I pretend to look busy and calm at my desk as Emily walks in. Her face is flushed, and she looks extremly nervous. I smile internally. "Take a seat Ms. Wolfe." I gesture to the chair across from me.

She glides over to the chair opposite mine and sits. She fiddles with the end of her skirt allowng me a better more veiw of her thighs. I feel my erection grow even stronger and I am suprised that feat is even possible. "Ms. Wolfe, do you know why you are here?" She stares at the floor, "Yes sir." 

"That paper was a very important exam, and to my suprise you failed it completly, your thesis wasn't even remotely correct. Did you even study and research the material?" She shakes her head, "No sir." I sit back in mock horror. "Ms. Wolfe, I am suprised, seeing how intelligent you are and the grades you've had in the past."

She finally glances up at me, her green eyes shimmering making them look like liquid emeralds. "I know sir, I've just been busy, with a new job and helping my family, I know thats no excuse but maybe if you let me retake..." I hold my hand up and she goes silent. She looks so nervous. "You know I don't give retakes, reguardless of your personal situation. However, I do occasionally offer tutoring. If you agree to that, then I will change your grade, depending on how well you perform of course."

"What would I have to do Mr. Krauss?" I smile at her, and stand from behind my desk. Her eyes fall to my pants where my erection is completly visable. I walk around to her and pat her head gently. "I think you know what you have to do Emily." She shoots up and backs way from me. "No! I won't do that for you, you sick fuck!" I smile at her maliciously. "Language Ms. Wolfe." I shake a finger at her and smile devilishly. I turn my back to her. "Well then I guess you will fail my course." I see her faulter out the corner of my eye. "But I..." 

"Everything will go completly down the drain, and believe me, I can make your life hell if you refuse to do this one simple thing for me."

"I can't, my grandparents would..." I cut her off again whirling around to face her, I see fear in her expression. "Your grandparents aren't here simple girl! Its just you and me. You don't have to do this, but its your future not mine." I see her start to think, then her eyes light up slightly, but I don't have time to think about it because right then she looks at me and nods, a slight smile spreading across her face. "Alright. I'll do it."

"Good." I beckon her forward. "Come here." She saunters over to me, her hips swaying prettily, I notice all her previous nervousness is gone. 'The quiet ones are always the more sluttier ones.' I smile as she gets close, and put a hand on her shoulder. Then I push down and force her on her knees.

She glances up at me, her eyes watering with pain, but doesn't say anything. My face goes stern. "You know what to do bitch." She hesitantly reaches up and goes for my belt. She unbuckles it with ease and then goes for my fly, freeing my 7 inches from its prison. My pants fall around my knees, as she looks at my member. "Take off your shirt Ms. Wolfe, I want to see those tits of yours."

She slowly unbuttons her blouse and removes it. Her face is flushed with embaressment as her breasts come into full view. 'She didn't wear a bra, quiet ones are slutty ones.' 

"Very nice Ms. Wolfe." Her cheeks flush even more from my praise. I move my hips forward slightly, pressing my cock to her mouth. She looks up at me, and slowly opens up. I glide in, but she stops me before I hit the back of her throat.

She wraps her small hands around my shaft and starts to pump, while she licks and sucks the head. She bobs her head slightly but goes down no farther. "Suck me Emily. Take me all the way in." She shakes her head. I feel anger start to emerge. 'She thinks she can decide how this goes?' "Damn it, suck me slut!" She shakes her head again. I wrap my fingers in her hair and start to force her down. She starts flailing, trying to get away from me.

"N-no! St-st-stooooopp!" I thrust forward hard, cutting off her protests as I force my way down her throat. I feel her gagging around me. My eyes flutter, God it feels fantastic. I start to thrust in her throat, pulling out once it a while to allow her to breathe. She struggles now and again, but I keep her firmly in my grasp as I face fuck her.

I thrust in fast, wanting to make her gag. Her tongue swirls around my cock occasionally and she's sucking in her cheeks making her mouth tighter. One of her hands goes and cups my balls and I moan and thrust hard. 

"Play with your tits as I fuck you." I growl at her. She hesitantly reaches up and starts playing with her nipples. She pinches and pulls them expertly. 'Shes done this before.' She still gags around me as I thrust into her. Her eyes are watering, and her face is completly red. I feel her tongue licking around me as I attack her face.

I start to hump faster as I feel my orgasm growing. I look at her and see that one of her hands went down under her skirt. She's rubbing furiously in time with my thrusting. She starts moaning around my cock, sending wonderful vibrations through me. My balls start to tighten almost painfully. "When I pull back, keep your mouth open." I grunt at her. She looks at me through half closed eyes, but doesn't acknowledge me any further.

Then my orgasm hits and I pull back quickly. My load shoots across her face and tits. Some goes into her mouth, which she swallows readily. I lean forward wiping my cock across her face and lips. I dip into her mouth letting her get the last few shots of my cum.

I walk around to my chair and plop down sighing contentedly. She shakily stands up and faces me, making no move to cover or clean the cum off herself. I watch as it drips down her belly soaking into the waistband of her skirt.

"It wasn't the best, but it suffices I guess." I say as I clean some cum off the tip of my still rockhard member. She stares at the floor. "May I leave now sir?" I smile. "You can if you wish, but only if you want your paper to go up two letter grades." She looks up at me dumbfounded. "Two? I only get a C? But you said..." 

"A C-," i correct her. "and I said I would grade you upon your performance, and seeing as I had to do most of the work myself, your lucky you're getting that." 

"Thats not fair!"

"Oh but it is fair. However, I think I can give you one more chance, if you would like to try again."

"You want me to give you another blow job?"

I chuckle. "No. This time I want something else. I want to fuck you Emily."

Her eyes grow wide. "No!"

"Its your GPA Emily, wonder how far it'll bring down your 4.0?"

"If...if I do this, you'll give me an A for sure? No games?"

"Yes Emily. No games."

She stares at me then closes her eyes. "Ok. I will fuck you..." 

I smile and go to her. "Bend over the desk." She does so and I come up behind her. I tap her feet apart with the toe of my shoe, and then I flip her skirt up onto her back. Her pussy greets me. 'She must not believe in underwear.'

Her pussy is smooth, waxed is my guess, and its nice and swollen and very pink. She is already very wet. The episode before must of turned her on a lot. I run my hand gently up her slit and she shivers slightly. "Have you had sex before Emily?" I don't want to deflower her, that could cause problems for me. 

She nods and I relax as I push a finger inside her. She is very tight as I slowly pump my finger. Her pussy clenches around me and my smile grows wider. 'I knew there was a reason I liked this girl.' I push two fingers inside and swirl them around causing her to moan. I reach up and fondle one of her huge tits. She arches her back, pushing more of her breast into my hand. My cock is straining to get inside her tight little cunt now. I straighten up and pull my fingers out of her.

Her pussy is dripping as I grab my cock and position it over her hole. I rub it against her before I start pushing in slowly. I've never had a pussy like Emily's, its tight, warm and so very wet. I thrust into her hard, going balls deep. I hear her gasp and I chuckle. She starts bucking her hips against me involuntarily. I see the beginings of tears in her eyes. I thrust into her again hard and I am recieved with another sharp gasp.

Then I start a rythme. I few slow soft thrusts, then a hard fast thrust then back to the slow thrusts. I feel precum ooze from my dick everytime I make Emily gasp. "Say my name Emily." I purr as I thrust inside her wonderful cunt. "Mr...Mr Krauss." she forces out. I smack her ass and hear her yelp. "You know what I mean Emily." She looks back at me her face flushed. I see indignition in her eyes and I lose my temper. 

I slap her ass again and begin riding her hard. I drive myself into her, my office is filled with the sound of skin furiously slaping together. I grunt as I push into her tight little pussy. She loses her balance and her hands slip forward making her fall, the side of her face making a sharp smacking sound against the wood of my desk. I see the tears start streaming down her face, but I keep fucking her. 

I grab her hair and yank her head back. "Now. Say my name Emily." I hear her sobbing and I pull her hair hard and thrust forward at the same time. "Jonathan!" I feel my cock twitch as she says my name.

"JonathanJonathanJonathan! J-jonathan!" 

I fuck her hard, listening to her as she keeps saying my name and gasping. I feel my balls tightening again as I slam into her. Her cries sound wonderful to my ears. I grip her waist hard with my free hand, hard enough to make bruises, while my other continues pulling her hair. 

I am unaware of the footsteps outside my door as I screw Emily. At last I can't take it anymore and I drive deep inside Emily and cum. Emily's cries get louder as I feel her orgasm with me. Tears stream down her face as her body is wracked with its unwanted release. I moan and milk my cock inside her spasming pussy. 

"What the fucking hell do you think you're doing?!"

My head shoots up, and I see a man and his wife in my door. They are both staring at me in horror as I stand paralyzed. I feel Emily stuggle beneath me and I pull out of her, my cock still shooting cum. She runs over to the man. "Grandpa!"

'Oh shit...'

***

Earlier in the day she called her grandparents so we could all have a meeting together. She knew they would be coming when I made my offer. Vindictive bitch.

I was taken to court. After Emily made her plea, some of my other conquests started coming forward as well. I was screwed. I was fired, and can no longer teach. Emily and a few others filed restraining orders against me, all of which were approved.I was sued for all I was worth, I now have nothing but a shabby apartment and a job as a cart pusher.

Its been 5 months since then, and right now I'm sitting at a little coffee shop, wondering what to do now that my life is over. Just then I hear a familar laugh and I look around. Its Emily and a group of friends. Looks like they just come from the mall. I watch as they walk down the street, and I feel anger boiling inside me. I don't think I just stand and start to follow after them. I follow them from a distance so they don't see me. Then a plan starts forming in the back of my mind.

Revenge.

*Feedback is appreciated. I hope you enjoyed it, and part 2 should be coming out soon or together when I post this.*



Sweet Revenge Ch. 02



Karina struggled up from the depths of unconsciousness. Her limbs were strangely weighted down, and her head felt as if it were filled with cotton.  Desert sand seemed to have coated her throat, and she thought she would pay anything for a glass of water right then. She tried for several moments before she was able to open her eyes to mere slits. Even then, the light of the single candle burning in the room hurt her eyes, and she squeezed them shut again.

In the moment she had opened her eyes, nothing seemed familiar, and she wondered vaguely where she was. She tried hard to remember what had happened to her. Had she fainted? She had never been one to swoon, so she wasn't sure if this was what it felt like to faint. She tried to recall how she had gotten here, but all she could remember was a rolling motion, as if she were adrift on the sea. The motion had seemed to go on forever, but perhaps it was only for a few moments? She had no idea how long she had been unconscious, but she felt an urgent need to rouse.

Karina tried once again to open her eyes, and she managed to open them slightly. The pain from the light was less intense this time, and she blinked several times to clear her vision. She looked around and was surprised to find that the walls seemed to be made of some kind of fabric. They hung at strange angles, and weird shadows danced against them, thrown by the single candle burning on a stand beside her. She realized that she was inside a tent. But how could that be? There certainly weren't any tents around the Viceroy's palace.

She looked down and saw that she was lying on a bed of sorts, made from several thick, soft pads topped by silk sheets. She was still dressed in her finery from the ball, but there were smudges of dirt on her dress and her hair was in complete disarray, with some of the pins coming loose.

She couldn't imagine where she was. She managed to sit up, and moaned slightly as her head began to spin all over again. Her throat was very dry, and she found it difficult to swallow. She heard a small movement, and whirled to see a man reclining on a pile of pillows not far away. Her quick movement made her head reel, and she reached up to touch her temple, as her world slowly stopped spinning. The man made no movement toward her. He simply sat in the shadows and watched her.

The candle burning beside the bed was the only light in the room, and the man was shrouded in darkness. Karina was surprised to see how large the tent was. The bed she sat on had two small tables beside it, and the sleeping area was separated from the rest of the tent by a curtain that could be drawn when desired. On the other side of the curtain was an area for preparing food and a small table low to the ground. Beside that was a large seating area, with plush pillows arranged in a circular pattern on the floor, and it was there that the man lay on his side, leaning on an elbow. She squinted at him and was able to ascertain that he was dressed in a traditional Arabic robe, and his head was covered by a long cloth and wrapped by a double thickness of rope. She couldn't make out his features in the darkness, but she could see that he was watching her. She could only see the candlelight reflecting in his eyes.

"Where am I?" she managed to croak. He didn't respond, but cocked his head slightly to one side as he returned her stare. Perhaps he didn't speak English. She knew almost no Arabic, and her mind raced as she wondered how she might communicate with him. She swallowed to moisten her parched throat and tried again. "Wanee?" she asked in Arabic, using one of the few words she had learned in case she got lost to ask where she was. There was still no response. "Please sir, tell me how I came to be here."

"I brought you here," he said, so low that she had to strain to hear him.

Karina noticed that he had spoken in perfect English, and she tried to subdue a rising sense of panic. The stranger's delay in responding made her hackles rise.

"But why? I don't understand." When he gave no answer, she made her voice as commanding as she could.  "Where have you taken me? My father will be very angry when he is unable to find me!" She spoke in the same stern tone of voice that she had used in the past to handle difficult servants or a naughty sister. However, it didn't have the desired effect on this man.

Finally, he rose from his pallet and sauntered toward her with feline grace. It was the way he walked that finally made her brain register where she had heard that voice before. She knew who he was before he entered the circle of light.

"You!" The word burst from her mouth as she stared at him in shock.

He stepped before her and executed another deep bow. "Sir Richard Bryant, at your service." His smile didn't reach his eyes, and the coldness in those deep green orbs caused tiny goosebumps to rise on her flesh.

Her mind raced, as images flooded back. The wine, the dizziness. He had drugged her! But why? "Have you lost your mind? Why on earth are you dressed like that, and why have you brought me here."

He canted his head slightly to one side again. "All you know about me is that I am Sir Richard Bryant, Earl of Wiltshire. But what you don't know is that I am also known to the Bedouins as Rashid, one of their own. They look to me as their Sheik, their leader, their protector. In order to fulfill that role, I dropped out of polite society a few years ago. Only my Bedouin people know of my dual identity."

Her amazement was written clearly on her features. For the second time this evening, she racked her brain, trying to remember everything she had ever heard about this man. However, this time, she was trying to remember references to the Sheik Rashid. She hoped that her father's references to him were more accurate than those of Lord Rawlins, for her father had always believed him to be an honorable man! She swallowed convulsively and tried to bolster her sagging confidence.

He was watching her closely. Indeed, too closely! "You must be very thirsty. Here, take some water." He handed her an earthenware cup filled with cold, clear water.

She took it and shivered as her cold fingers brushed his warm ones. Glaring up at him, she inquired acidly, "Is the water drugged too?" He merely gave her an insolent smile, and despite her unease, she drank as if she had never seen water before. When she had drained the cup completely, she handed it back, feeling only slightly better. "You still haven't answered my question," she stated as calmly as she could. "Why have you brought me here?"

He gave her another icy smile. "You, my dear Karina, are my revenge against your father, Sir William Sinclair."

"Revenge?" she whispered incredulously. "You said yourself that you had never even met him before! Why could you possibly be seeking revenge against a man you've never met?"

"I may never have met your father, but unfortunately my wife did. Just before he raped and murdered her." He uttered the words with a deadly calm that assured Karina he wasn't joking.

"No, it's not true!" Karina felt as if the world were teetering again, as the blood drained from her face. "My father has never injured a soul, nor would he ever harm a woman!"

Richard returned her stare and answered with barely suppressed rage. "I assure you, it is true. Your father raped and murdered my wife. He made sure I would know it was him."

Her shock and disbelief were evident on Karina's face, as she shook her head vehemently. "No, you are wrong! I know my father, and he would never do something like that."

"I'm sure that to you, he is a loving father, and you find it hard to imagine him capable of such brutality. But as you have witnessed tonight, there is often more than one side to a man."

Still shaking her head emphatically, she said "I will never believe that what you say is true, but regardless of what you believe, what does this have to do with me? I had nothing to do with what happened to your poor wife!"

He narrowed his eyes as he considered her. "My first reaction was to simply hunt your father down and slit his throat. But after some thought, I decided that method wouldn't bring him a sufficient amount of pain. You see, I loved my wife very much, and she was carrying my child. So, your father not only deprived me of my wife, he deprived me of my unborn child!"

He paused as she digested this new information. "The more I thought about it, the more I realized that you, his first daughter, would provide me with the perfect revenge. By kidnapping you, I would deprive him of his child. That is fitting justice, for him to experience losing someone he dearly loves."

"But I have nothing to do with this! I am innocent!" Her voice cracked with her rising panic, and she felt the blood drain from her face.

"So was my wife! While it is regrettable that you have to pay for deeds you didn't commit, I can see no better way to hurt your father than through you." The words were spoken with deadly calm.

Her fear was a tangible thing now. She backed away from him slowly, her eyes frantically searching for an escape or some weapon to use in her defense. "You're planning to kill me then Lord Bryant?"

He followed in her wake, not trying to stop her. "Please, call me Richard. I have no plans to harm you. You will be returned to your father in excellent health. Eventually."

"Eventually? What are you planning to do with me in the meantime?"

He closed the distance between them. "In the meantime, you will serve as my mistress, until you provide me with a child to replace the one I lost."

Karina's jaw dropped. "Your mistress! You must be out of your mind to imagine that I would become your mistress. I would die a thousand deaths before I would sink that low." She whirled away from him and ran to the flap of the tent. Throwing it aside, she charged through the opening, and straight into the broad expanse of a well muscled back. Her momentum threw her flatly on her backside, just as the huge wall of a man turned to see who had run into him.

Richard followed her at a leisurely pace and easily lifted her to her feet. Taking her arm in an iron grip, he pulled her back into the tent as he said something to the other man in Arabic. Karina turned to the stranger and saw him smile as his eyes swept her from head to toe and back again, pausing for a long moment on the generous swell of her bosom. Then, he looked at Richard and replied in Arabic. They broke into laughter, and Karina fought down a furious shriek, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing her annoyance. They were obviously discussing her attributes, and she shivered with disgust.

The other man sauntered away, as Richard dropped the flap of the tent back into place. "It will do you no good to try and escape," he said as if lecturing a small child. All the while he was holding her arm and steering her back into the tent. "We are in the middle of the desert, and even if you should manage to get out of our village, you wouldn't know where to go from there. You would die of thirst and exposure."

This time, Karina did release a furious shriek, as she tried to yank her arm out of his firm grasp. "I would much rather die in the desert than to accept the fate you have in mind for me! Unhand me this instant!"

She pummeled his chest with her fists and tried to stomp on his foot with her heel, all with about as much effect as a flea swatting an elephant. He held her firmly and shook her to get her attention, before he pulled her none too gently against his broad chest. Her breath left her in a whoosh, and she looked up at him through wide eyes as her breasts pressed upward against him, nearly overflowing her dress. She could see, from the muscles working in his jaw that she had angered him, but she was too angry herself to take much notice.

"You don't seem to understand. You are now my possession. I will handle you when and where I wish." His eyes raked her heaving bosom. "You might as well accept that and resign yourself to your fate."

"I won't!" Karina's temper had finally reached its full zenith. "The only way you will get me into your bed is by force. And even if you manage that, I will find a way to escape!"

Richard's eyes narrowed at her, and his arms bit into the flesh of her upper arms. "Unlike your father, who simply resorts to rape, I have no intention of forcing you. You will become my mistress willingly or not at all!"

Once more, Karina's jaw dropped open in surprise. "You really are insane! I will never willingly become your whore! Even now my father is probably hot on your trail, coming to rescue me. If I were you, I would be less worried about revenge, and more concerned with how you can save your miserable hide!"

While her intent was to strike some fear into her tormentor, her words didn't have the desired effect. In fact, he burst into laughter. Karina took the opportunity to break away from his embrace. She stood with arms akimbo, one delicate brow raised in irritation. "Just what do you find so amusing?"

Richard finally managed to stop laughing long enough to respond. "Oh, my little spitfire! Your father doesn't even know you have been abducted. He thinks that you ran away because of his ultimatum that you choose a husband."

Karina's eyes opened wide. "How do you know about that?" she asked accusingly.

He grinned down at her. "I know many things about you. I have been watching you for several weeks, waiting for the right opportunity to snatch you from your father. I know all about the heated arguments the two of you have had, and what they were about." His eyes dropped to her heaving bosom before meeting hers again. "You would have soon become some man's reluctant bride, so you might just as well be my reluctant mistress."

Karina whirled away from him, growling her frustration. "Oh, you cad! How do you dare to call yourself a gentleman and claim the title of Lord? You're despicable!" She spat the words at him with a venomous glare.

Richard grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around to face him again. "I never claimed to be a gentleman, but I have as much right to the title of Lord as your bastard of a father!"

Karina slapped him as hard as she could. Even as she watched, a large red mark appeared where her hand had made contact with his cheek, and her palm burned with the force of the blow.

Richard's eyes snapped with barely restrained fury, as he spoke in a menacingly low voice. "Don't ever, ever do that again, unless you want the same treatment. As you are well aware, I do not take lightly to being misused, and I wouldn't be above taking you over my knee to deliver a much needed spanking to your tender backside."

Karina swallowed convulsively, but she refused to bow to his authority. "Don't ever call my father a bastard again, and I won't be forced to slap you."

The muscles in Richard's jaw worked as he tried to regain control of his temper. Karina was turning out to be even more fiery natured than he had assumed, and he was going to have his hands full trying to tame her to his will. They stood nose to nose, glaring at each other. It occurred to him that this woman, while she should be terrified of him, was not showing any fear. He admired that, but he kept any approval from showing in his eyes.

"You've been warned," he growled.

He released her and strode a short distance away before turning back toward her. "Now as to the other, you have a choice. Either you will become my mistress willingly, or I will resort to my earlier plan and kill your father outright."

Karina's heart skipped a beat. "You would never be able to kill my father. His house is well protected, and he is quite adept at defending himself."

Richard laughed, but there was no humor in the sound. "Rest assured, I would get to him just like I got to you. I was able to whisk you away from under your father's very nose! I already have some of my people working in your father's household, and as I said, he doesn't even know you have been kidnapped. He thinks you ran away on your own, so he won't be overly cautious. I would only have to decide which method to use to make him suffer while he dies."

This revelation brought real fear to Karina. Her mind raced as she remembered that her father had only recently hired two new housemen. She swallowed hard, as she realized they must be Richard's men. If she refused this man, and he did kill her father, Karina would never be able to live with herself.

"How can I trust you? Even if I submit to your demands, how can I be assured that you won't harm my father anyway in your quest for revenge?"

Richard narrowed his eyes as he closed the distance between them in slow, prowling strides. "Because, my little dove, if I had wanted to kill your father, I would have done so tonight. I want him to live and to know that I thoroughly enjoyed using his daughter. Every time he looks at you, I want him to imagine me climbing between your thighs. I want him to know his beloved daughter was my whore." As he said the words, he reached up and fondled her breast crudely.

Karina slapped his hand away, as her cheeks burned. She found it humiliating that he could be so familiar with her body, and her mind rebelled at the images he conjured.

Her reaction had no effect on Richard, other than to increase his amusement. He was going to enjoy taming this woman! "What ever else you may think of me, I am a man of my word. Should you choose to become my mistress, you will be treated well, and your father will remain safe. As soon as you have given me a child, I will return you safely to your home. Should you choose to refuse me, I will kill your father. Either way, I will have my revenge."

Karina could see that he was deadly serious. "You have left me no choice! You know I can't refuse you, knowing that you would kill my father. But know this, I may surrender to your demands, but I will hate you with every fiber of my being! Every time you touch me, you will know how much I hate you and loathe your touch!"

Richard stared into her eyes. "Your hatred means nothing to me. In fact, I don't want your affection. But as to the other, I have no doubt that you will enjoy my touch. I know from our experience in the garden just how responsive you can be."

Karina felt her cheeks burn with anger and shame, and she lashed out to slap him again, but he captured her wrist in an iron grip. "How dare you! You took advantage of me! I had no idea what you were really like, or I would never have responded to your kiss!"

Richard released her unexpectedly and gave her a slight push, which sent her sprawling onto the bed. "Enough! I am weary of sparring with you. You have made your decision. If you try to escape, I will let you die a horrible death in the desert, and I will take my revenge against your father as originally planned."

He turned away from the tears he could see welling in her eyes. "I will allow you a few minutes of privacy to prepare your mind for what is to come. When I return, I expect to find you willing and waiting." With that, he whirled and left the tent, leaving Karina alone.

She rose and paced the length of the bed and back in her agitation. How dare he? He planned to use her crudely and wanted her to agree willingly. Well, she wouldn't! She would fight and claw and scratch with all the strength she possessed. She might lose the struggle, but at least she would maintain her dignity, knowing that she had not become his willing whore!

Karina jerked when the tent flap was raised and a small woman entered the tent. The woman paused in the doorway, before slowly approaching Karina, who waited with apprehension. Karina could see that she was dressed in a loose, flowing black dress, devoid of any adornment. Her hair was hidden beneath a scarf, but wisps of it had been brought out to frame her face. Judging from the liberal sprinkling of gray hairs and the wrinkles lining her kind face, Karina judged her to be of advancing years. Her wide brown eyes were gentle and warm, and Karina felt herself relax slightly.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 02



"You see, Bri, even if I did believe you, I wouldn't stop. As you can feel, I'm past that point of no return." He pushed himself against her buttocks to prove his point. He removed his belt, then undid his jeans. Her sobs became pleads as she begged him to stop. Dropping his pants and shirt to the floor, he pressed his naked body against hers. "I will apologize for this, Bri. I'd planned to take it nice and slow but shit, your begging is turning me on so much I just can't stop." He bit down gently on her shoulder, then ran kisses down her spine to her ass. Grabbing her succulent cheeks in his hands, he inhaled her musky scent. The bitch was turned on. Without further preamble, he spread her cheeks and plunged his tongue into her moist opening. She gasped and begged him to stop, but it was only half heartedly. His tongue ran along her smooth slit up to her distended clit. She moaned loudly, attempting to push herself closer t his mouth. He let out a deep chuckle and continued his assault on her pussy. He inserted a finger into her cunt, releasing another cry of pleasure from her mouth. Paying special attention to her clit, he felt her tighten up on his finger. Knowing her climax was near, he withdrew and stood. Her head had fallen and she rested her chin against her chest. Her breath heaved in and out of her lungs, making her tits jiggle. He touched himself watching her nipples graze against the wall. 

It took all his will power not to ram his aching cock into her at that moment. Lord how he wanted to though. Placing his hands on her hips, he pulled her soft body back into his, rattling the chains restraining her. "You want me now Darlin'" Kevin placed a soft kiss, must softer than she deserved in his opinion, on her left shoulder. "Hmm? It felt to me like someone might be enjoying themselves. What you think Bri? Is that wet cunt of yours ready to beg me to fuck it? A slut like you should already be on her knees sucking me off, but no...you're my special girl, Bri. Very special." Moving his hands from her hips around to her stomach he caressed her.

"Why? Why me? What did I ever do to you?" Bri lost that tremble in her voice that hinted at fear and replaced it with a husky whisper she wasn't expecting to escape. Almost embarrassed at sounding so turned on, she tried to conjure the tears and hysterics that most women would surely be in by that time. Alas, no tears came only the labored breathing brought on by her unexpected arousal. Hating her body for betraying what she thought was the right thing to do, she gently pushed her ass back into his groin, ripping a ragged groan from his throat. "Is this what you want? Is it?" Anger came swiftly, although for the man restraining her or for her own emotions, she couldn't tell. 

"Bri, Baby, what you do to me you'll never understand. If you submit to me now, then I'll know you're only doing it to get me off quickly. Then I'll have to find a new way to play. One that I'm positive you wouldn't like one little bit." Speaking through clenched teeth, Kevin, swatted her hard across her backside, reveling in the hiss that came from his captive. Still no tears or screaming though. Whap! Another slap across the ass, besides some tensing of her muscles, she didn't make a peep. Kevin felt his rage come closer to the surface. He wanted a reaction from her! He wanted her crying and begging, willing to do whatever he wanted of her! Whap! That spank hurt even his work-roughened hand. She made not a sound. "Dammit, Bri!" He gripped her chin between his finger and thumb and wrenched her face around to he could semi face her. "You want me to really hurt you? Is that it? You are trying my patience right now and I don't see how, in your position, you should be pissing me off." Placing a rough kiss on her lips, he shoved her chin back towards the wall. 

Not pleased with the direction things were going in, Kevin unchained his captive from the floor and the arm shackles. Not expecting to have to support herself, Bri immediately fell to the cold concrete floor. Before she could get her hands to listen and remove her blindfold, strong arms encircled her, dragging her across the room. "Now, Bitch, you'll listen to me, we're going to go into another room. I'll walk you to it, but I don't want you reaching for anything, not the walls, not your blindfold...nothing. Understand?" Bri's heart sped up a notch and she nodded in consent.

Walking, half stumbling, really with him behind her pushing her along, Bri went what felt like roughly twenty feet or so until she felt the air change, signaling they were in this new room. His hands fell away from her and she heard his shut the door behind her. Back again, he pushed on her shoulders, turning her around to face him. A hard shove and she braced herself for impact with the floor and was startled when she hit a soft surface...a bed. Greatly relieved to be brought to more comfortable surroundings, she didn't want to speak up and chance getting chained again. She sat quietly awaiting instruction from her captor. 

"You are so beautiful." His voice barely louder than a whisper, Bri wasn't sure she'd even heard him correctly. She felt his hands on her head, running through her dark tresses, softly as if they were lovers instead of this madness she was forced into. Kevin leaned over and gently placed a kiss on her full lips. Enjoying the taste and smoothness of her, he forced his tongue into her hot mouth. Bri's gasp was the only sign that she wasn't expecting it, for she began kissing him back eagerly. Tongues danced and teeth nipped. "I think my Baby is ready for me." He whispered against her lips. When he stood, she wasn't sure what he would do next but hoped he'd do something soon. Her pussy ached, as did her nipples and a small piece of her was screaming 'fuck me' while she remained submissive. 

Kevin palmed his engorged cock, giving it a couple of obligatory strokes, then rubbed the head against Bri's luscious mouth. Obediently she opened wide and accepted his member. Her tongue circled him and flicked against the tip, making him moan in sheer pleasure. "Oh you are good at this. A slut like you must have lots of practice. Do you like sucking cock? Does it make you wet, having my cock in you mouth?" His words were punctuated with swifter thrusts into her mouth. He reached down and rubbed a hand over her pussy, which was now dripping wet. "That's enough!" He pushed her back onto the bed. "Remember, no peeking." He grabbed her tits and pulled a nipple into his mouth. 

"Ohhh that feels good." She writhed beneath him, wanting so bad to hate and yet wanting so bad to be fucked. Blindfold completely ignored, she only wished to focus on what he was making her feel. His kisses moved away from her breasts, down her belly. Knowing what was in store for herself, Bri spread her legs to accommodate his body. At the first flick of his tongue across her clit, she arched her back from the bed and speared her fingers through his silky hair. Holding his head in place, which he didn't seem to mind, she silently begged him to continue his ministrations on her sex. "Oh God, I don't....oohh....I don't even know you name." She wanted to bad to know who was bring her to such heights of passion.

Removing his mouth from her clit, to her dismay which she showed with a frustrated groan, he kissed his way back up her body to her mouth. Letting her taste herself on his lips, he kissed her deeply. "You could continue to call me God since that's what I'm going to be to you from now on." Before she could protest her flipped her over onto her stomach and plunged into her cunt from behind. As wet as she was he didn't need to be gentle or wait for her body to adjust. He fucked her viciously with all the pent up rage he had felt towards her in the past weeks. Her cries of pleasure and tightening nether walls were almost too much for him. 

"Oh yeah....I'm cumming! Fuck yes! Fuck me! Ohhhh....!" The second her pussy spasmed around his cock, Kevin let out a growl and emptied himself into her. His orgasm seemed to last forever, the cum never stopping. Several more thrusts and he slowly withdrew from her. Breathing ragged and heart racing he pulled her against him, spoon style. Bri's breathing just as labored as his, she snuggled back against this God of hers, relishing the post orgasm bliss.

"Kevin." He said after their breaths had returned to normal. He kissed her hair and tightened his hold on her. "My name is Kevin." Knowing what had started out revenge had somewhere taken a turn, he put his trust into her hands and removed her blindfold.

Bri turned over to face her once captor. A gasp escaped her as she recognized the man against the wall she had been attracted to at the club. "Kevin." She tested his name on her lips as she reached up and cupped his roughened cheek in her hand. Her blue eyes finally filled with tears, but they weren't tears of fear or anger. She had hoped it had been him all along. It was he who she pictured in her mind the entire time. Reaching up she placed a kiss on his lips, surprising him. "Well, Kevin, what would you like your captive to do now?" She gave that sexy smile of hers, but this time Kevin knew it wasn't to turn him away. Feeling his cock twitch to life again, he kissed her passionately. 

"From now on, no more demure white underwear. I want sexy, racy...the kind that you sell to desperate women on a daily basis." He cupped her breast and lowered his mouth to her nipple, enjoying her sharp intake of breath. "And until you neighbors get back, I'll continue watching you take your nightly baths." He sucked the other nipple into his mouth. "I want you to know that I'm there, seeing your perfection and pleasing myself while you strip. Only I won't finish this time. I'll wait until you're in the bathtub, nice and relaxed. Then I'll just mosey on over and get you even more relaxed." 

"Yes....oh yes that sounds perfect." Her words murmured as he plunged two fingers deep inside of her. She knew then that she would forever do whatever her captor asked of her. Making love, no longer thinking of it has merely fucking, was more than she could've asked for. After exhausting themselves into oblivion, she curled into his side, head on his shoulder, a smile curving her lips as she fell asleep.

THE END (???)



Sweet Revenge Ch. 02



I suggest that you first read 'Sweet Revenge'




Alicia awoke early. Through the crack at the top of the blinds the sun shone brightly. She gently pushed aside the bed covers and got out of the queen-sized bed. Her husband, Jason, continued snoring lightly.

It was seven o'clock and already a hot Saturday morning in mid-July. Never one to laze in bed, Alicia decided to take a shower.

As the warm water from the power shower stung her large, sensitive nipples she couldn't help but gently tug and tweak on them. Sensory overload sent a sexual impulse to her lower belly and one hand swiftly found her wet labia. With her mind now set on bringing herself to orgasm she stroked her pussy lips then inserted two fingers into her wanton hole. She slid down the shower wall and sat on the shower tray with her legs tucked up all the while manipulating her fingers inside her aching vagina. Lifting her ample left breast to her mouth she sucked and nibbled on a very wet and achingly engorged nipple.

Her efforts were soon rewarded with an orgasm that left her emotionally satisfied but not quite fulfilled.

She toweled herself dry then put on a white bra with matching briefs. She decided that for today's household chores she would be more comfortable in blue jeans and a light blue cotton blouse.

The full length mirror in her dressing room reflected a slim, very attractive, short haired blond of forty-two. Her hair was cut in an Egyptian style of a fringe and bob accentuating an oval face with a generous mouth and bewitching nose. The years had been kind to Alicia with hardly any wrinkles and her endearing smile enchanted those with whom she came into contact.

Any woman of five-foot-seven inches and one hundred and ten pounds could be considered pretty average. With Alicia your gaze shifted quickly from her face to her breasts that were an outstanding thirty-eight inches of d-cup proportion; an eye stopping package. On occasion both sexes could be seen gazing longingly at that lovely area of her body.

Satisfied with her outward appearance she went into the hallway and quietly walked past both Jennifer's and Tommy's bedroom.

Breakfast consisted of cereal and freshly squeezed orange juice. She liked breakfast on her own. It allowed her the time for her mind to wander and dwell on the good times in her life. It was also the time to list the things that she needed to do during the day.

An hour later she realized that no one had yet joined her for breakfast. This was unusual particularly for Jennifer, who was nearly always an early riser. Jennifer needed to be up and out the door within the next forty minutes or she would be late for work at the menswear store.

"Let's go see where she's at," Alicia said, making her way upstairs.

Outside Jennifer's room she lightly tapped on the door but heard no response. She opened the door and stepped into the bedroom gently closing the door behind her. The darkened room gave little clue as to shape or form until her eyes slowly became accustomed to the dim light. It was during this short period that Alicia first became aware of the scent of sex; that musky aroma of lovemaking that lingers long after the act itself.

Then she saw the two entwined naked figures on the bed.

At once, three things happened to Alicia. Her eyes widened in disbelief, her right hand flew towards her mouth to muffle a gasp of surprise and her mind uttered the words, "Oh, my god!"

In most families the discovery by a parent of a brother and sister naked together in bed would result in an emotional outpouring as siblings and adults contested what they felt was right and wrong behavior. The ramifications of an incestuous relationship could have disastrous consequences for the whole family.

What would you have done?

Alicia backed quietly out of the room and softly shut the door. She rested her shocked body against the opposite wall. She exhaled; little realizing that she had been holding her breath. Taking deep breaths she walked down the hall and stairway to her breakfast room refuge.

More than anything she could not quite grasp how her two children had suddenly become so emotionally attached. Recently they had detested one another on sight.

"Morning after pill," she said out loud. No one heard her as she wrote this down on her list of things to get. Alicia knew that Jennifer and her boyfriend Dan were sexually active but that Dan was the one taking all the precautions. Tommy? Well, she considered his love life was probably zero on a scale of one to ten so he probably had not taken any precautions.

'My god,' she thought, 'here I am considering the consequences of their involvement when I should also be asking the question, why?'

She hurriedly grabbed her keys and shopping bag and then headed off into town.

************

Through the fog of awakening, from a very deep sleep, Jennifer realised that, today, something was very different. She was lying on her left side; someone lay snuggled up behind her and they had an arm across her body. The hand attached to that arm cupped her right breast. This thought increased her breathing which had a profound effect on the nipple of that breast. Each tiny movement rubbed her nipple against the palm of the mysterious hand, sending a pulse of exquisite excitement to her clitoris.

'Tommy,' she suddenly remembered. She moved her head slightly to look at the clock and knew that she would be late for work. She was never late for anything. This was a major problem.

Jennifer rolled over onto her right side. Tommy awoke.

"Good morning, sis." He said, a wicked grin spreading over his face. "Did you sleep well?"

"Tommy, you have to go. I'm already late for work and I have to wash and dress. Christ, mom must be up already. She mustn't find us together. She'll go ape. Come on move yourself... please!"

"Oh, all right sis but I will see you later. What we did last night was... wonderful and I don't want us to fight so much, like we have been doing of late. Can we at least agree on that?"

"Sure, Tommy, I so enjoyed what we did last night and maybe I have been a bitch to you lately. Let's talk later, okay? But for now would you go back to your room, please?"

Reluctantly, Tommy left his sister and tip toed quietly to his bedroom. Jennifer quickly showered and dressed for work. Taking the stairs two at a time on her way down, she grabbed her car keys from the hall table and was out of the house in thirty minutes.

While driving the short trip to where the store was located it dawned on Jennifer that her mother's car had not been outside when she left. 'Strange.' She thought.

The morning was quite hectic but extremely lucrative for Jennifer as her sales continued to rise by the hour. By eleven o'clock she was ready for a break. It was then that she spotted her mother entering the store.

"Hi mom, is everything okay? I didn't see your car on the drive when I left this morning."

"Could we talk for a few minutes, honey?"

"Sure mom. Let's go outside. I'm due a ten minute break."

In the mall they sat in a secluded area of bench seats while all around them shoppers hurried to complete their Saturday morning chore.

Alicia took hold of Jennifer's left hand and placed a small white tablet in her palm.

"Honey, she said, "I think you should take this." Then from her shopping bag she handed Jennifer a bottle of mineral water.

Jennifer looked perplexed. "What is this mom?" she asked.

"Well, honey, I'm not sure but if you did take precautions last night then it's nothing but if you didn't then..." her voice trailed away.

"Oh, god," exclaimed Jennifer, a sudden flush of red blooming on her face and neck. "You came in and saw us?"

"Yes. I was worried that you'd be late for work."

Oh mom. It's... it's... not what you think. It was..."

"Natural?"

"No mom. We... That is Tommy... Oh god my life is so shot to pieces," Jennifer lamented, covering her mouth with her right hand, tears flowing freely down her face.

Taking both of Jennifer's hands in hers Alicia said, soothingly, "Jennifer, hush now. We both know that you and Tommy have been at each other's throats for the past few months. It's possible that you both felt you hated one another. The closeness between love and hate can be very thin. I've seen people who seem to hate one another come together in a time of crisis. It's only natural that you and Tommy made up. But in a slightly unnatural way I have to admit."

"It's nice of you to think of it in that way mom." Jennifer's eyes opened wide and she said appealingly, "Does dad know too?"

"No, he doesn't. Not to my knowledge."

Jennifer visibly relaxed then swallowed the tablet and washed it down with some mineral water.

"Thanks mom. I don't know what else to say. I love you."

"I love you too honey. So what's the crisis?" enquired Jennifer, squeezing Jennifer's hands with her own.

************

Tommy was on a testosterone high. At eighteen, sex with anyone could be something on which you or I would reminisce every second of the day. Sex with his gorgeous, sexy sister was on Tommy's mind every half second. Focusing on anything else was impossible so it was just as well it was a weekend.

He'd already masturbated twice in his bedroom that morning. Each time he masturbated to his wonderful memories of the previous evening.

Tommy remembered the sexual tension between them; the touch of her velvet skin and the fragrance in her hair. He recalled Jennifer's mesmerizing breasts that moved in rhythm while they fucked; the taste and feel of her lips on his when they kissed so desperately in their moment of passion. Memories lingered of the smell and wonderful sweet taste from her juices that flowed so copiously from her slit. The way she wantonly thrust her hips up to meet his mouth when his tongue touched her clitoris or the delightful way she moaned while his finger manipulated the folds of skin around her cunt. The feel of her sweet young ass cheeks as he massaged them with his hands and kissed them with his lips.

Oh, the power that he held over her. Yes, if there was a sexual heaven then Tommy was in it.

************

"Crisis?" replied Jennifer to her mother's question.

"You know what I mean Jennifer. I can read your face. Something threw you two together. What was it?"

"It was nothing mom. It was a one off situation. It won't happen again," replied Jennifer brazenly.

"I doubt that very much."

"It won't. I promise."

"In my experience once you have a taste for incestuous passion it is very, very difficult to give up."

"You... You've experienced what Tommy and I did?"

"Yes."

"I don't understand," she said, perplexed by the idea presented to her. "You never told us that you had any brothers or sisters."

"Jennifer, let's be honest with each other. I'll tell you my little secret if you tell me yours, okay?"

There followed a pregnant pause, as Jennifer closely studied her mother's face, then she replied, "Okay, mom."

"Your father... Your father is also my brother."

A look of incredulity sprang to Jennifer's face. Her bottom jaw went slack. She couldn't speak. The silence between them was eventually broken when Alicia said, "Now it's your turn Jennifer."

"Mom... mom, I don't know what to say. This is a complete shock. You're joking... right?"

"No joke. It's the absolute truth. But now it's your turn to tell me the truth of what's going on with you and Tommy."

"I can't tell you right now, mom. I have to get back to work. Later mom; we'll talk later."

Jennifer quickly planted a kiss on her mother's cheek and almost ran to the sanctuary of the store.

The remainder of Jennifer's work day resulted in few sales and a reprimand from her boss for not focusing enough on her customers. She was caught between a rock and a hard place. Work was tough and home was not the best place to be. She decided that the best place, right now, was with her boyfriend Dan. She desperately needed his rugged six foot frame to hold her and comfort her; to plant tender kisses over her pliant body and be reminded of how his tongue could give her such immense pleasure.

He met her in the doorway of his parent's home. He was dressed in khaki shorts and a white t-shirt. His flowing blonde hair was tied back in a pigtail emphasizing his round face. With gentle gray eyes and a distinctly roman nose his demeanor spoke volumes of good breeding. Add into the equation a generous mouth with full lips and you could understand why Jennifer wanted him all to herself.

He was delighted to see her, particularly as they had not planned anything for the weekend, even though his parents were away on holiday in Europe. He took her into his arms and they hugged for a long time. Tears trickled down Jennifer's cheeks. She sobbed once and Dan broke away holding her at arm's length and, looking into her eyes, he questioned her as to why she was crying. Jennifer dismissed his question with a statement of her poor sales that afternoon because she was feeling a bit down and her stupid reprimand.

"Anyway, Dan, we've got the whole evening to ourselves so I came over early hoping for you to cheer me up," said Jennifer her demeanor brightening up and smiling her usual dazzling smile. With her fingers she brushed away her tears.

Dan immediately felt a whole lot better about the situation and they went indoors and sat at the kitchen table. After chatting and drinking through a couple of bottles of Californian white wine Jennifer was treated to some of Dan's cooking. They sat in the lounge while the dishwasher did its work.

Jennifer used her mobile to phone her mom letting her know that she was with Dan and would be staying over. Luckily for her the call went to voicemail so she did not speak directly to her mother. At the moment she felt awkward with her and at the same time her emotions around Tommy were all over the place. She thought it might be best to keep a low profile for awhile.

"Love me, Dan. Hold me and make love to me."

"Let's go upstairs then."

"No I want you here... now."

Dan stood up and slowly undressed in front of Jennifer. She ran her tongue back and forth over her top lip waiting for the touch of his velvet cock head. The sight of his erection as he used his right hand to manipulate his cock to its full, glorious size always made her feel so aroused. Her hand moved to her left breast, the most sensitive, and cupping her breast she squeezed ever so meaningfully. Her gasp surprised even her as she then quickly unbuttoned the white shirt to her waist. Her bra followed the shirt to the floor.

"God, Jennifer, you are so fucking hot."

"I'm so wet and aching for you. Give it to me, please... please."

"One last item of clothing then I'll give you what you want."

Jennifer removed her dark, pin stripe trousers. She sat on the sofa in just a red lace thong that barely covered her slit. Clearly visible was a damp spot confirming her arousal.

Dan moved towards her waiting, open mouth. Her tongue snaked out licking and swirling the underside of his circumsized cock head. He gasped as he knew he would. She was good at being a whore; his whore. They had been spent many hours perfecting their role play. He was the Master. She was the submissive. Sometimes they would reverse role play and Jennifer became the dominatrix. The key to knowing which role was usually found in the words that started their role play.

Dan allowed Jennifer's hand and tongue to work their wondrous magic until he was almost on the verge of cumming. Stepping back he quickly rolled a condom onto his massive eight inch cock.

"Stand up," he commanded, "and face away from me. Place your left foot on the arm of the sofa, then bend forward." She got into position steadying herself with her left arm on the sofa and Dan stood behind her with his hand holding his huge erection he gently edged it back and forward along her slit sending ripples of pleasure through her body.

Jennifer could not wait a second longer moving her hand to guide his member into her wanton hole.

Dan immediately pushed her hand away saying, "No, not yet."

Jennifer groaned, "Please Master, I need your cock in me now."

He leaned over her body caressing her breasts, paying particular attention to her engorged nipples and areolae.

Jennifer was on the verge of cumming from the sheer pleasure of his hands. Dan held her hips and guided the tip of his erection into her warm love channel. With slow, deliberate rocking movements he entered her slick hole. She suddenly cried, "Ow, ow," as Dan's hand viciously slapped first her left buttock then the other. He massaged both reddening cheeks with his open palms.

Dan plunged the last three inches of his prick into her and she cried out as her orgasm rolled out wave after wave of immense pleasure. Her ecstatic cries slowly subsiding to a long drawn out mewling chorus as Dan continued thrusting his cock harder into her, heading ever upwards to his own climax.

"Fuck me, Master. Fuck me harder. Harder. Harder," she gasped each word to match the pace of each powerful thrust, "Oh, yes, Master. I'm your pleasure whore. Cum for me. Cum for me now."

Jennifer felt Dan's cock swell inside her love tunnel then the spasms began as he climaxed. A feeling of love and tenderness swept over her as her vaginal muscles clamped down on his cock milking every last drop of his spunk. His cock slowly wilted, he withdrew from her and discarded the used condom in the kitchen waste bin.

For a while they lay naked on the sofa kissing and smooching until Jennifer's playful ministrations with Dan's prick finally had him at full erection. He, meanwhile, had been gently using his forefinger and the lubrication from her slit to delicately caress the area between that and her anus. To Jennifer, each circle around her puckered hole brought a new and delightful erotic sensation. She knew that Dan knew what this was doing to her as she moaned into his kiss. Each circle of his lubricated finger drew her closer to that wonderful moment of penetration. Her arm around his upper body clutched him tighter and tighter.

Unexpectedly she felt another finger enter her cunt and then the moment she had waited for arrived as his forefinger slipped easily into her wanton anus.

She broke their kiss and cried out, "Oh, sweet Jesus. Oh, god. Yes do it. Do it," as her lower body writhed on both Dan's fingers. She feverishly jerked her hand up, down and around Dan's massive cock as she bucked her lithe body. She came with a rush that took her by surprise both at the suddenness and intensity of her orgasm. Dan climaxed, his hot spunk shooting across her breasts and tummy.

"Time for a shower, Master," Jennifer said, eyeing the trail of white spunk.

"Then to bed?" asked Dan.

"Perhaps," said Jennifer, smiling wickedly and with a knowing glint in her eye, "who knows what may happen between the shower and the bedroom."

************

It was 5.30pm and there was still no sign of Jennifer as Tommy waited alone in his bedroom for the return of his sister. By 6.00pm he decided to phone her but her mobile went straight to voicemail. He left a message for her, to phone him immediately adding that there would be consequences if she did not.

He trouped downstairs and slouched on the sofa in the lounge halfheartedly reading the TV guide which is where Alicia found him. Jason was at a baseball game with some friends and would not be back till late so she had Tommy all to herself knowing that Jennifer was staying over with Dan.

Alicia asked him nonchalantly, "Hi, Tommy. How's your day been?"

"Oh!" he replied, unaware of her presence, "Hi mom. It could be better I guess."

"Have you got time for a chat? She enquired.

"Sure mom, what did you want to talk about?

Alicia lightly asked him, "Well, nothing too heavy. I just wanted to know how you were and if there was anything troubling you that I may be able to help you with?" She sat down on the sofa next to her son. She had exchanged her jeans for a light summer frock, no hosiery and just plain sandals.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 02



A walk in the Country

"How about this bit of fluff then?"

Ernie, my friend a successful accountant, had been staying with me over the weekend and as we sat at the breakfast table on Monday morning he pointed to a picture in the paper and handed it over to me. It was a picture of the one of the charity queens dressed in a small bikini and who should it be but Miss Purvis. I smiled.

"It says she likes sports and bush walking, I wouldn't mind walking through her bush! Look at those tits." 

Ernie was a bit coarse but I tolerated him as I had known him for years. I had even invited him to be present when I examined some of my better looking patients when he had visited me in Sydney, pretending he was a visiting consultant, he had loved it. Then an idea struck me.

"Would you like to go bush walking with her then?"

"Would I ever, why, do you know her?"

"A bit, were not really friends but if I tell her to come she will, would you like that?"

"Would I ever, how about in a bikini, then it would really be alright."

He chuckled, and I smiled to myself thinking, yes or maybe something even better than that.

I left for work leaving him to his own devices before he went home and as we parted I promised that if the weather was OK then I would pick him up early on Friday morning at his place.

When I returned home later that day I looked up Miss Purvis's number in the phone book and dialled it. It rang half a dozen times, I hoped she was in.

At the Purvis household David was writing in his diary checking off a list. He looked up to admire his wife, as she pushed the vacuum across the floor. He loved watching her move and especially when she wore one of the outfits he had bought for her. He insisted that she dressed the part "to please him" as he always said and she certainly did that. He knew she was inherently shy and took extra delight in humiliating her, or putting her on display, of course in a nice way. 

When she did housework he insisted she dressed in a maid's apron and bib, which was white, frilly and brief, and black stockings with strap suspenders. That was all, oh and black high heels. Her breasts jiggled about openly exposed either side of the narrow bib that joined the apron to a chocker around her neck, as she thrust the vacuum wand backwards and forwards across the carpet. The only part covered was her pubes and then only just. As she turned her naked buttocks flexed as she moved across the carpet. She initially had resisted his desires to clothe her as he wanted but in the end he had forced her to obey him by threatening to divorce her if she didn't. He knew she would be lost without him and his money.

The phone rang. David Purvis got up and went into the kitchen to answer it.

"David Purvis here."

As I didn't know if Helena's husband David was in I had a good excuse to phone him any way.

"It's Doc Wills here, someone said you were involved in the church restoration is that right?"

"That's correct."

"I wonder if I could talk to you about it sometime."

"Sorry Doc Wills, but you've caught me on the hop. My diary is a bit full this week and I'm off to Melbourne for a seven day conference on Thursday, so it will have to keep until I return.

"Oh dear, well never mind."

"Of course you can always talk to Helena as she is also on the committee; you may have seen her picture in the paper recently, fund raising for the project."

"No sorry I missed that, but if she wouldn't mind that would be great, could you put her on?"

"No problem, if you hold on I'll go and see if I can find her, catch you later Doctor."

"OK,"

There was silence and he could hear a vacuum in the distant turn off. He could hear faintly two people talking, then silence. Going away for a full week, it was too good to be true and far too good an opportunity to miss, things were definitely looking up!

"Hello Helena Purvis."

"Hello Ms pervert, it's Doctor Wills."

There was a long silence before she whispered into the phone. I assumed she was waiting until her husband was out of hearing. "I've got nothing to say to you!"

"Oh I think you have, so stop being so haughty and listen. On Friday I will be going bush walking and you will accompany me."

"Go to hell."

"Now now, you'll come and no more silliness. I don't think you have any choice do you, that's if you want to enjoy the lifestyle you have now."

"Damn you."

"I'm sure you will, but be ready for me at eight o'clock I will pick you up at your house. You are to just wear a pair of good walking shoes or sneakers and short tennis socks, the ones with the little bobbles on the back, and a long jacket.

"What about clothes?"

"You're not listening, sneakers, socks and a jacket, that's all, nothing else. Don't disobey me or you will regret it, I'll wait outside your house at the kerbside."

"But I..."

I rang off before she could argue, great, it was all set up. My cock tingled at the thought of the day's fun. I knew exactly the place to go. A friend owned a large property just out of town and was away for three months. There were extensive walks through bush and over open paddocks; there was even a water fall. 

Later that day Ernie phoned me about some local matter and I explained that I had set up a walk on Friday as we had been talking about it that morning. He was curious to know what was going on but I let on nothing just saying he was to wait and see. I assured him he would not be disappointed, and was sure to enjoy the day. He wanted to know whether the woman in the photo would be coming, but again I told him he would have to wait.

That week was passed in tense expectation of Friday. On Thursday I started to get things together for the morning. I had a very expensive state of the art small digital video camera, that could take steady shots even when one was walking its technology was so advanced. I also included three small bottles of mineral water to which I added the experimental female sex hormone I had so successfully trialled earlier that week. It could be taken in any form, though of course the effect was far slower when ingested. I had been told it took about half an hour to take effect. This bottle of course was specially marked, as I added another as a camouflage, though Ernie and I would probably be drinking wine. I included insect repellent, some munchies, and a few other odds and ends. Oh and one extra item of clothing, which you dear readers will hear about later. With that I retired.

The day dawned bright and windless with a light cloud cover, perfect, not too sunny but beautiful and warm. I ate a hearty breakfast and after packing the gear in the boot went out to pick up Helena. I drove to the address I had looked up in the file. The road was very exclusive with large houses and immaculate front lawns. I parked the car on at the kerb and waited for I knew she would be watching from the windows. Sure enough no sooner had I arrived than the front door opened and she walked briskly down the front path, obviously not wanting to spend any more time than was absolutely necessary in the open. From what I could see she had done exactly as I ordered, her long uncovered lean legs uncovered from the top of her short socks to somewhere under the long jacket she was wearing, that stopped just below her crutch. I leant over and opened the passenger door as she arrived.

"Good morning Helena, you look well."

"What do you care, you pervert!"

She edged her way in careful obviously so as not to let the coat ride up her thighs as she did. Sitting down she pushed her hands down between her thighs, after pulling the jacket down as far as it would go. I smiled to myself over her modesty.

"Now that's no way to talk, you wouldn't be here if you hadn't indulged your basic animal instincts, but enough of that. Have you done as I ordered. What are you wearing under your jacket."

"Nothing, just like you said." She spat

"Good, now pull the jacket up so you are not sitting on it, come on, I want your bare bottom on leather seat."

She did as she was told allowing me the pleasure of seeing the side of her bottom, very nice. As I started the car and drove away I pondered on the best approach for the rest of the day. I could hardly expect her to carry on a jolly conversation with us, so I realized the best bet was for her to remain silent, as if she were a servant, which in a way was exactly what she was.

"Now today you will do exactly as you are told and no answering back, you will not talk to us and you only speak when spoken to. Understand?"

"We?" she looked askance at me.

"Oh yes didn't I tell you I have a friend who is coming along, I'm sure you won't mind. Will you? Really you don't have a choice."

"This is too much stop the car, I want to get out."

"Just open the glove box Helena that might change your mind."

She opened the box and there in beautiful colour were some 8x10 photos of her with her legs spread far apart, pushing the large glass test-tube up her vagina. And to cap it I was standing by her side looking shocked at her. There were more, some of her tugging at her nipples, another with the tip of her fore finger thrust into the entrance to her anus, all very raunchy.

"I'm sure your husband and my friends would like copies wouldn't you?"

Blushing deep red she went to reply but realising it was hopeless resigned herself to her fate and sat staring out of the window.

"That's more like it, now pull you jacket up a bit more, more, a bit more that's nice."

I forced her to slide the black material up her thighs, slowly until it rested on the top of them and between her bare thighs I could glimpse her pubic fur. She blushed as she realized what I wanted.

"Nice."

As I drove I glanced across at her enjoying the view, fortunately the roads were quiet.

"Now open the top a little. That's right lower the zip, slowly, a bit more, more, perfect."

She looked at me as if she were about to say something, but then thought better of it. Raising her hands she fumbled for the zip and slowly pulled it down. The material separated at the top as she lowered the zip, revealing a ever increasing wedge of pale flesh between the dark material. The soft swelling of her breasts appeared on each side of the cleavage, which I could just make out as they thrust the material forward. Very nice, I smiled at her as I appreciated her body. As we approached town she drew up the zip and pulled down the jacket, but I didn't mind as we were almost home. 

I drew up outside the house and turning to her passed her a small packet of clothes I mentioned earlier.

"Whilst I'm in with Ernie put this on, I don't want you to catch cold do I."

With which I got out and headed towards Ernie's house, after opening the front gate I walked the front path before ringing the doorbell and after a brief wait it opened revealing Ernie in his walking shorts.

"I'm almost ready, come in," he said.

"No rush, Helena is in the car and she won't mind waiting."

As he finished packing I explained that Helena was not very talkative and he should look upon her as a handmaiden or a servant, not as a friend of mine and any talking to her was strictly my department. He looked surprized. I said that he would learn more later, but that I didn't want to spoil the surprize. He finally zipped up his day pack and grinned anxious to get going. We left the house and walked down the path to the car. I placed the bag in the boot and got in as Ernie climbed in the back.

"Helena, this is Ernie, Ernie this is Helena."

"Hi, Helena."

She ignored him continuing to stare to the front.

"Say hello to Ernie Helena."

"Hello."

She again seemed about to say something, but a look from me silenced her. I would brook no cheek from her and I wanted her to be absolutely sure of this.

I set off, and Ernie sat back and I could see him smiling in the rear view mirror. We drove in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. The town sped past and finally we left the last of the suburbs behind. The wind was warm as I let down my window. The countryside soft with rolling hills covered and short cropped grass. Small hedges lined the paddocks, creating a quilt like effect. Twenty minutes out of town I turned off onto a small unmarked gravel road which crunched under the tyres as we drove. Trees arched over the driveway giving it a wonderful Cathedral feel. The sun flashed across the car as we drove through the avenue. Another ten minutes passed before I pulled the car off the road into a gateway and stopped, turning off the engine.

"We'll walk from here, and make our way up to Bensons Hill. This path leads through the bush here and then onto the hill. It's lovely, you'll see," I said as I looked around, "right let's go."

We all got out. Ernie and I in our t-shirts and shorts with Helena very overdressed for the warm day in her jacket. I could see Ernie eyeing her long legs up and down, as I opened the boot and passed Ernie his pack whilst Helena stood with her back to us looking around nervously, obviously checking the scenery for anyone else. I took the camera from its case and after shouldering my pack closed the boot and locked the car.

"Are we ready?"

They all looked ready.

"Helena you do look hot in that jacket, take it off and we'll leave it in the car, I don't think the weather will change today."

"What?"

"You heard me take off the jacket; we'll leave it in the car."

Ernie looked at me enquiringly, but I just winked at him.

"But I can't do that, not here!"

"Of course you can and will." I spoke sharply, letting her know who was the master.

"Do I have to?" she almost whined.

"Remember what I said Helena earlier!"

She nodded her head looking downcast.

I could see Ernie wondering what was going on.

"The jacket Helena!"

"Oh, very well." She said petulantly.

What followed was the start of one of the best days of my life. Helena faced away from me and Ernie and amongst the sounds of the birds and the light movement of the leaves in the bush I heard the magic sound of her jacket zip being pulled down. I focused through the video viewer on her as she did as I ordered. The bottom of the jacket belled out and I knew she was exposing her front. She then slid it off her shoulders and I grinned as Ernie gaped at her, for within the bag I had given her back in the car was a tiny micro-bikini and she now stood exposed in it. Her perfect back and buttocks glowed in the subdued sunshine. The bare expanse of her naked back was covered only by the thin strap of the G-string appearing from between her buttocks to link with the thin strap around her hips, and the thin strap of her top across her back. Her pale rounded buttocks were completely exposed of course. She had a lovely back, perfect.

"There's no need to be shy Helena, turn round and give Ernie the jacket."

She turned around clutching the jacket to her front, covering her more interesting points. As she turned around he could see she was caught between having to cover her nakedness and having to hand Ernie her coat.

She chose to cover her barely concealed breasts, allowing Ernie a first time glimpse of her frontal loveliness. He reached forward and took the coat, his eyes never leaving her as he placed it in the boot of the car. For a moment we both stood and admired the view, of the woman of course!

"Shit, you old bugger you didn't tell me it was going to be like this."

"Well I didn't want to spoil the beautiful day."

Ernie continued to stare at the woman desperately trying to cover her semi-nudity. Both arms were held across her ample tits crushing them to her chest emphasising their curves, and the rest of her body just looked heavenly completely set off by the tiny red triangle covering her crutch. It looked lovely in the lens of the camera.

Ernie closed the boot. Helena was desperately looking around, bent slightly over, fearful of the presence of anyone else.

"Hands away Helena, we're all big boys here. There's also a big woman here as well."

I was getting excited, my cock hard in my shorts. Ernie certainly was as well, I could see the bulge of his erection forcing the front of his shorts out.

"What if someone comes?"

She whined, nearly in tears.

"They won't, this is all private property and the owners are away for two weeks. Come on get on with it, lower those arms and stand up straight."

She slowly lowered her arms until they hung by her sides and for the first time that day gave us an uninterrupted view of her beautiful body. The pale whiteness of her nakedness was broken by three small triangles covering her more interesting points. Her large breasts were thrust out, the tiny triangles of cloth joined by thin straps only serve to emphasise them. Their curves could be seen all around the tiny triangles of cloth, which barely covered her aureoles whose nipples could be seen forcing the thin material up into small mounds, they were definitely hard and erect. She was stunning with her beautiful still flat belly with its perfect belly button and the symmetrical red triangle of her crutch. The tiny triangle at her crutch was just too small to completely cover her pubic thatch, so around the outside of the triangle her red pubic hairs could be seen as a fuzzy edge. She blushed even more as she followed our eyes scrutinising her body.

"Christ, she's amazing Bill."

"OK, off we go let's get started."

"What about me, my clothes?"

"Oh I don't think we need worry about them, we like you as you are. You lead Helena, that way, just follow the path."

I indicated up the narrow lane that led between the trees. There was no option. As Helena led off Ernie and I followed, our eyes glued of the sight of the woman walking up the narrow lane in front of us almost naked, Only the thin cords of her bikini covering her flesh. Her buttocks shifting as her muscles worked away. Although we couldn't see her full front, we could see the sides of her breasts as her arms were brought back. The top did little to cover their sides. Lovely, this was heaven. I smiled at Ernie as walked grinning like an idiot. I find it surprizing with all my experience of handling the most intimate parts of women that they still excite me, especially when they are in my power!

"Well this is the life, eh Ernie? I'll tell you the full story later; just enjoy it at the moment."

Helena hurried on, always looking around conscious of her vulnerability. The woman's near nakedness looked almost primeval amongst the trees, like a new Eve. I continued to film her as she walked in front of us. We walked for some ten or so minutes until in the distance I could see the gate that marked the end of the avenue and the start of the open country beyond.

"Walk on in front Helena, Ernie and I will stop here for the moment, and when you reach the gate at the end turn round and come back to us, go on."

"God this is amazing Bill, she seems unable to refuse you. Is she your complete slave?"

"She is Ernie. She will do anything I tell her to do, anything!"

We leant back against a convenient tree, and whilst enjoying the sight of Helena walking to the end as ordered I briefly outlined the story.

"You dirty old pervert."

We laughed as the truth was revealed. Of course I kept one part secret, not wishing to spoil all the days fun.

"How far could you take this then Bill? Is she completely under your command? I mean have you..?"

"Like I said she is completely under my command, her fear of being revealed is greater than her pride, and you know what, I think she may just get to like her submission in the end. I haven't taken it to the limit yet, I like to let these things take the slow track, it's more fun. Besides I get a greater kick out of her debasement, for personal reasons that is."

By now Helena had reached the gate and was returning up the path. I took time to focus on her through the video. As she returned towards us down the avenue, the scattered sunlight played across her body. Her large breasts moved to and fro within the confines of her micro bikini top. Although still wary, looking anxiously up and down the lane, she appeared to be relaxing a bit. As she got closer and closer the curves of her body became clearer and clearer until finally she stood in front of us.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 02



"This time run up to the end of the lane and then run back to us here, come on hurry and no dawdling."

She turned and proceeded to run back up the lane her legs pushing her along. It didn't take her long to reach the end. She turned and ran back towards us. On the camera view screen all was revealed and as she approached Ernie and I enjoyed the display of her breasts lively movement, bouncing about on her chest, for the bikini top had no hope of controlling each globes movement! By the time she reached us both nipples were visible where the bikini had been forced up the curve of her bosoms. She self consciously pulled them down. We smiled at each other. We all walked up to the gate and I stopped.

"My it is a lovely day," I said as I reached into my pack and brought out the three small bottles of water, handing them around. We all drank deeply as the day was warm and dry.

"Very nice Helena, I think now the weather has become warmer you might be a bit overdressed, remove your bikini."

"What?"

"You heard the bikini, take it off. Remember what I said, and if course now I have this."

I patted the video.

"You bastard." She said to me.

"Language Helena, now the bikini if you please."

We stood grinning at her, waiting. Slowly knowing again she had no choice she reached behind her neck and undid the neck knot. We held our breath. Her hands then went behind her back and before our eyes the skimpy scrap of clothing fell away revealing fully her beautiful nipples, perfectly puckered. I noticed she didn't bother to cover them, knowing I'd tell her to take away her hands. She still looked anxiously about but there was nothing but the sound of the bush and the slight whisper of wind through the tree tops. Her hands then went to the ties each side of her hips, where she undid the two straps. The scrap fell away and she was revealed to us in all her naked glory. She stood very self conscious her head bowed arms loose by her sides as we looked at her. Her red pubic hair contrasted perfectly with her pale skin and there right between the tops of her thighs at the bottom of her belly could just be seen the start of her vulva its slit disappearing between her thighs.

"Very nice, now let's get on."

"Now you two have perved at me, can I have my bikini back please?"

"Oh no Helena, you won't be needing that anymore today, besides we like what we see don't we Ernie?" he grinned as he stared at her nakedness, "come along."

We walked to the end of the lane and out into open country. Watching Helena's nakedness was paradise for us. Her big breasts swung freely as she walked by our side. I've always been turned on by the sight of naked women in the presence of dressed men, their helpless situation having submitted to the men's whims satisfies my fantasies. When the sun came out it lit her up like a beacon. We could see for miles, the fields dropped away from us towards the farmhouses in the far distance. Sheep grazed here and there, Whilst in the distance we could see the town nestling in the valley.

My cock was still as stiff now as it had been when we started the walk along the lane, Helena's perfection and her submission excited me. As we progressed across the cropped grassland we varied our positions so we could view her from various angles. I continued to film her, enjoying her from the back, especially as we climbed. The brief glimpses of her vulva between her thighs heightened our pleasure. At the top was a flat outcrop of smooth rock and some soft mounds of closely cropped grass. We stopped and looked over the scene. There was nothing between us and the town now.

"Let's take a break here."

Ernie and I sat down. Helena looked around and was about to sit as well.

"No Helena you just stand there a while longer, whilst we admire both views."

Her chest was falling and rising with the exertion of the climb, and her skin was flushed from the exercise. I checked my watch; the drug I had given her should be starting to take effect at any moment. Whilst we recovered our breath we watched Helena. 

"Take a walk over to that tree and then come back Helena," I pointed to a tree about 40 metres away.

She did as I said and walked away from us as we sat and opened a bottle of wine. Ernie was fascinated by Helena and who wouldn't be. 

I could see as she walked back towards us her hands starting to move towards her crotch. Her fingers caressing her vulva, before she looked up and seeing us watching her guiltily return them to her sides. I knew the drug had started to affect her. As she got closer I called her over.

"Again Helena."

She swung around and made her way back to the tree. I watched as her arms stopped swinging and I knew she was rubbing her sex. She turned and for a short time managed to resist the urge to masturbate, before her right hand moving to her crotch. As she neared she again looked embarrassed and walked with her hands by her side. I knew she was now well under the influence of the drug.

"Come over here Helena and show Ernie your tits, close up."

She was going to say something but stopped and walked up to Ernie. She stood right in front of him barely a metre away.

"Closer Helena."

She moved closer. Ernie stared at her tits now right in front of his face.

"Close your eyes Helena."

She did as she was told.

"Now, lift your tits up Helena, and squeeze the nipples with your fingers."

She did as I commanded, placing her hands under the globes and rolling the nipples between her fingers.

"Harder, that's better."

I stood up and undoing my trousers slid them down to stand naked from the waist down. My erection stood out like a flag pole under my fat belly, the end swollen and purple. I indicated to Ernie that he could do the same if he wished. He quickly slid his shorts down and sat his cock stiff in his lap pulsing in time to his beating heart. He fingered the end.

"That's good keep going, squeeze them hard, milk the ends."

He hands continued to knead her breasts. Her breath was starting to shorten as she teased her nipples.

"Now turn round and bend over and show Ernie your cunt." 

She turned round and bent over.

"Legs further apart Helena, that's better."

As her legs opened Ernie enjoyed his first full view of her cunt and anus. Her lips lay curled and closed. She stayed bent over whilst Ernie examined her fanny. I continued to film her from back and also from the side, loving her big tits hanging down from her chest.

"Pull your cheeks apart and open your lips."

She did as ordered her fingers caressing her sex as we enjoyed her subjugation.

"Turn round and show Ernie your clit."

She stood and turned round, now flushed almost eagerly dropping her hands to her cunt, whilst obscenely opening her legs and thrusting her crotch forward. Her fingers teased her sex as she pulled the flaps open and displayed the opening to her vagina. With out my command her fingers ran across the head of her clit. She shuddered as she rubbed the tip of her clit. Her fingers became more urgent. She licked the end of her finger and replaced in on her starter button and began to work at it. Her body twitched as under the effects of the drug her sexuality exploded. Ernie was transfixed by the sight of this lovely woman masturbating on the top of a hill in the open air. She moaned now her fingers rubbing hard at her clit. As we watched she slid her finger right into her vagina. Her legs shaking as the level off her excitement grew greater.

"Turn and bend over again Helena."

She immediately did as she was told her fingers rubbing frantically at her cunt. Her other hand came around her buttocks and before our eyes she started to finger the entrance to her rectum, running her finger tip around her anus. She removed her finger and wet it thoroughly in her mouth, this time when she returned it to her arsehole she slid it in until it disappeared to the second knuckle.

"Cock, I want some cock," she breathed out huskily.

I motioned to Ernie, that if he wanted to he could help himself. Like a flash he rose and wetting the end of his stiff member with some saliva approached Helena who was still bent over and after a moment locating her now wet vaginal entrance with the end of his cock, slid the distended organ into her vagina.

"More, do it hard, now." She moaned.

Ernie needed no encouragement and as I videoed them both, thrust his cock in and out of her waiting hungry sex. His arms went around her and squeezed her tits as he continued to pummel her. Her moans were getting louder and the inevitable process of fucking drew them both towards climax. I knew Ernie would not be able to last very long and with a final gasp from both of them he thrust hard inside her and held her hips as his cock ejaculated inside her. Helena gasped and collapsed onto the rocky mound. Her body still shivering for the massive orgasm she has experienced. As she lay on her side, her vulva was in full view, Ernie's semen started to ooze out of her vagina. 

I let her recover for a moment before lifting her up to stand in front of me, then ordered her to kneel down and suck my cock. The sight of her subservience and her warm mouth around me soon started to move me toward coming. I forced my cock deep into her mouth causing her to gag as she nodded back and forth exciting me until, like Ernie I also ejaculated, this time in her mouth.

It was marvellous. We all sat down Helena her head bowed down as Ernie and I smiled both enjoying the post sexual warmth. I passed her some tissues to clean herself and Ernie and I continued to sip on our wine.

The day was young, the hormone would again start to kick in after another half an hour, which gave both Ernie and I time to recover and be ready for more action.

I had brought an anal douche for Helena to prepare herself, and then I intended to have both of us fuck her at once whilst the video caught it all. Knowing her sensitivity to the drug and her repressed sexual drive she would not refuse and it was fine ammunition for the future.

Ah things were certainly looking good. I toasted Ernie to a wonderful day.



Sweet Revenge Ch. 02



"Tommy," said Alicia, resting both her palms on Tommy's right thigh, "I know that recently you and Jennifer have not seen eye to eye on a number of occasions. How is it then that, this morning, I found you both asleep in her bed? What brought you both together?"

Tommy gaped at this revelation; his face revealing a sudden terror at having been found in bed naked with his nude sister. As if reading his mind Alicia's next words shocked him even further.

"It's not unusual for a brother and sister to have strong sexual bonds which is why I feel that this is probably the right time that you should know the truth concerning your father and me. Your father is also my brother."

"What?" cried an incredulous Tommy, "You're joking, right?"

Alicia rubbed her palms up and down Tommy's thigh as she continued, "I told Jennifer the same truth at lunchtime today which is probably why tonight she is staying with Dan. I guess she wants some time and space to get her head around our... situation.

I also spoke with your father this afternoon and he's okay that you both know the truth of our relationship. You're both of an age to understand that the power of love is sometimes so strong that relationships develop that polite society cannot understand." Pausing for breath she then said, "I have yet to talk with your father about Jennifer and you. I'll wait for him to return home before I do."

Tommy sat nonplussed trying to make sense of a situation that he could hardly criticize but which still had made a profound impact. Was now the time to mention Jennifer's indiscretions? No, it wouldn't serve any useful purpose bringing up a situation that could potentially send his sister to prison.

The soft caress and warmth of Alicia's hands were affecting Tommy who realized that his mother's fingers were nudging his cock in their travel along his thigh. The word 'incest' suddenly popped into Tommy's mind and his penis grew more rapidly before his very eyes. Alicia studied Tommy's face for a reaction to her words and noticed his fixed stare. Unaware of her actions she followed his gaze and warmed to the sight of the bulge in her son's jeans.

"I'm so sorry Tommy; did I do that to you?"

Tommy's reply was a whispered, "Yes."

Alicia patted his bulge and went to move her hand away when Tommy laid his hand on top of hers and pressed it firmly onto his cock. No words were spoken. Alicia realizing that her next action could bring a world of hurt to her family or it might just be the beginning of a new relationship that could draw the family closer together.

Tentatively she gripped the bulge in Tommy's jeans and whispered sexily, "My, oh my. What have we here? This is so, so much bigger than your fathers." Tommy moved his hand away but continued to stare as his mother caressed his aching cock.

He glanced at her face and saw a look of intense rapture. Dumbfounded he watched as Alicia used both hands to unzip his jeans and extract his enormous throbbing penis with which she seemed utterly mesmerized. Using both hands to form a fist around the girth of his prick she lowered her head and engulfed his cock head in sweet, sexual warmth that sent a shudder of pleasure through his body. He did what any man would do and let out a long, loud moan and maintained a low guttural sound as she bobbed her head up and down the length of him. At one point his prick nudged the back of her throat.

Leaning across his body Alicia was becoming uncomfortable and moved to kneel on the floor in front of Tommy. As she did so, Tommy eased his body down towards the edge of the sofa while lifting his buttocks up and easing off his pants and jeans, discarding them beside the sofa. By this time Alicia felt the dampness in her crotch needed urgent attention. She stood up and, with her back to her son she lifted the hem of her dress, removed her panties and laid them on top of Tommy's clothes. Straddling her son's legs and holding the bunched dress up to her waist she lowered her body. Tommy was quick to meet her needs and grasping his erection at its base he aligned his mother's wanton hole with his cock.

Alicia at first sensed a cool sensation within her love channel then a warmth rise up into her melting pussy and she almost had an orgasm from this sensual feeling of total fullness as her son's penis filled her completely. Her bottom rose and fell upon her son's shaft and her face shone with a look of wonder; with her eyes shut all her other senses compensated with abundance.

"Ohhh, Tommy, fuck your mother," she cried longingly and louder still, "fuck me hard, my big boy."

She stood on tip toe to allow her son to thrust his large member to a faster and harder rhythm up into her lewd pussy. Alicia had never been filled with such intensity. Each thrust sending a wave of delightful, sensual sensation throughout her entire body.

Tommy put his right hand forefinger in his mouth and coated it with saliva. Lifting his mother's dress he found her clit and massaged the erect nubbin that contained five thousand nerve endings that appeared to spasm from his wondrous touch. Alicia came at the same moment that Tommy ejaculated. His hot sperm flooded her channel. She gasped at the wonderful sensations inside her body.

Gripping her dress around her waist Alicia eased herself from Tommy's rapidly dwindling erection that was coated in their love juices.

"I'm headed for the shower," she said, "and I want you here when I come down. Understood?"

Tommy looked her directly in the eye and grinning he said, "Sure mom. Like all sexually eager male eighteen-year-olds I'll be here ready and waiting."

He thought, 'Where did that come from.'

Sadly she thought, 'He's not my baby boy anymore.'

************

Dawn on Sunday was exactly the same as Saturday with sunshine, decisions, questions, and solutions.

Today it was Jason's turn to awake early and refreshed. Slipping out of bed he dived into the shower and was dressed, shaved and sitting at the pine kitchen table having his breakfast when Alicia walked into the kitchen yawning at the clock above the black granite colored work surface.

Jason said politely, "Good morning sleepy head. What can I get you for breakfast?"

"It's okay, honey, I'll get it. The exercise will help me focus."

"A hard day, yesterday was it?"

"Kinda," Alicia said, searching for a mug in the dishwasher, "I was hoping for a chat before you left for your golf session this morning. Do you have time?"

"Sure," he said, "what did you want to talk about?"

"Well, basically, all of us. Our relationships and where we are all headed."

Alicia put down the mug that she had found and went over and stood beside her husband.

"Honey," she said wrapping her arms around him, "I walked in yesterday morning on Jen and Tommy naked in Jennifer's bed. It was obvious that they had slept together and both of them know that I know what happened. They also understand about our relationship. What you need to know is that ... Tommy and I made love yesterday while you were at the game."

"Uh, huh," said Jason nonchalantly, "So, does this confession allow me at last to make love to our daughter?"

"I guess so. You've made it perfectly clear over the past few years that she's the one person in the whole wide world that you want to make love to other than me. I'd be a hypocrite if I denied you the chance to have her now."

"Do I have your blessing?"

"Yes, you have my blessing; however, I would like the opportunity to watch."

"Of course, honey. You could also participate if you have a mind."

Smiling, she said, "That's very generous of you. I might take you up on that." She kissed his head.

************

After a great round of golf with his buddies Jason relaxed at home with a few beers. In his den he had set up a home video surround sound system that was constantly being upgraded when new technology came along. Today, alone at home, he decided to fit the new speakers he had bought a few weeks back. They were currently stored in the double bay garage attached to their four bedroom house.

He dismantled the existing speakers and went into the garage. He found the two boxes where they had been left and carried them indoors. The top box slit open easily and he lifted out the compact speaker together with the fitting instruction leaflet. The second box appeared to have already been opened and as he lifted out the speaker he noticed a video cassette slip down into the bottom of the box. It had no label on it to identify what it was.

"That's kinda weird," he mused.

Jason installed the new speakers and to test the system he inserted the 'blank' cassette into the video recorder. The first few minutes were of camcorder scenes that Jason recognized as part of their neighborhood. He soon realized this could be something that Tommy had recorded. Tommy was always asking if he could borrow the new camcorder for various school projects. Jason pondered as to why Tommy would want to put it in one of his boxes. He must have had a good reason; that's when the screen lit up with his daughter and her friends knocking back the beer.

By the end of the video Jason was doubly shocked. Tommy had filmed this whole sordid episode and not divulged any of it to his parents. Judging from what Alicia had spoken of this morning he had obviously blackmailed Jennifer into having sex with him. Jason picked up his mobile he needed to sort this out right now. He was about to do so when it occurred to him that this could also be turned in his favor; after all, where Tommy had succeeded so, perhaps, could he.

************

Dan and Jennifer kissed goodbye and she headed home. Staying away from home for too long would only create even more problems so she had decided to leave Dan around mid-afternoon. She needed to talk with Tommy, to try and resolve the issue surrounding the tape recording, and also talk with her dad to clear the air over her parents 'special' relationship.

On arriving home she saw only her dad's car on the driveway. She opened the front door with her key and called out, "Hi dad it's Jen. Can we talk?"

Jason replied, "I'm in the den, honey, come on in."

The first thing Jennifer noticed when she walked into the room was the paused image on the fifty inch TV screen of a scene where a little boy was about to be hit by a black car. Her black car.

"Oh no dad, Tommy gave you the tape didn't he?"

Jason said nothing but pressed the play button on the remote control that allowed the tape to continue to the end of the film sequence.

"So, young lady, what have you got to say for yourself? This is a very, very serious matter."

Tears welled in Jennifer's eyes as she rushed into her father's strong arms and sobbed her heart out to him. She explained between sobs that she was sorry and that it would never happen again. At the end of which she still clung to her father in her heart praying that he would forgive her.

Jason lifted up her chin with his finger to gaze into her tear stained face, "Jen," he said softly, "we both know what you did was bad. The drinking I could forgive but the reckless driving that could easily have killed that small child... well... I don't know what to do about that. Can you help me out here? I've got to punish you in some way but whether to call in the police or just handle this between us... I don't know."

Shaking her head and gripping both her father's arms, Jennifer pleaded with him, "No dad... no dad. I'll do anything to put this right but please, please don't involve the police, please, please."

"If I could make this go away permanently would you agree to do one thing for me?"

Seeing a light, at last, at the end of a long tunnel Jennifer effusively nodded her head, "Yes, dad anything... I'll do anything for you."

Jason looked deliberately into her eyes and with a wistful smile he whispered, "Kiss me."

It was then that Jennifer realized what she had let herself be drawn into and knew that to escape the peril of her predicament she had to do what he asked. The situation was of her own making and she had to pay a price for her wrongdoing.

Jennifer put both arms up either side of her father's head and gently pulled his head down to her open mouth. Her tongue ran across her lips just before his lips brushed hers.

************

For the most part of Sunday Alicia had spent time with her friend Angela who lived nearby. Angela was a single parent whose daughter went to the same school as Tommy. After much discussion over a salad lunch Alicia said her goodbyes and arrived home to find that Jason and Jennifer were there.

Recalling their conversation that morning, perhaps she should be quiet in her approach to the house... just in case.

Alicia could find no one in the downstairs area of the house or garden, so she quietly made her way upstairs. The sounds from Jennifer's room alerted her. She crept to the door that was slightly ajar. The sounds were now more distinct and were those of a man and a woman making love. 'Jason, you randy so and so,' she thought.

Jennifer went quickly along the hall into her bedroom where she undressed and, totally nude, walked noiselessly back to her daughter's doorway. She gently eased open the door to peer around it to where the bed was located.

The sight that met her gaze would stay with her forever. The face of her naked husband, kneeling at the foot of the bed, was ravishing with his tongue, the cunt of her nude daughter. Jennifer lay on her back, her feet planted on the edge of the bed, her knees apart. She was toying with her large nipples, moaning in ecstasy.

"Oh god, daddy yes... just there, that's it, right there... ohhh," she groaned.

This was Alicia's first time as a voyeur and as the scene unfolded she found her hands moving uncontrollably to her aching nipples and wanton pussy; her hairless cunt had become suddenly very moist. A forefinger stroked upwards and parted her pussy lips. She eagerly pushed her finger inside to gather the love juice to excite her sensitive clitoris. She extracted her extremely wet finger and massaged her clitoris. She groaned inwardly as the soft, moist contact elicited pure sexual excitement that made her skin flush with pleasure.

************

The movie theatre performance had ended and Tommy emerged with the rest of the afternoon crowd into the warm, bright sunlight. Deep in thought he crossed the intersection and caught the suburban bus that would take him home. No phone calls from any one, particularly Jennifer, was beginning to annoy him. He would definitely make her pay for snubbing him. He had time on the journey home to develop some ideas that involved her 'punishment.'

Once at home, he let himself in with his key. The first things he saw, that were out of place in the lounge, were two, empty cardboard speaker boxes.

'Oh, no,' he thought, his heart pumping a little faster, 'not now, just when everything was going so well.'

Tommy guessed where he might find his copy of Jennifer's indiscretions. Moving silently into the den he ejected the blank video cassette from the video player knowing full well that by now probably both his parents had seen the video. Walking cautiously around the house he found no one downstairs but knew from the cars parked outside that everyone should be home. Where were they?

They were not in the garden either so they must be upstairs. But why were they upstairs at this time of day? This was all very unusual. A funny thought struck him that perhaps he should get the camcorder. After all, bizarre goings on should be recorded. He went back into the den and took out the camcorder from an unlocked drawer in his father's desk.

Tommy crept up the stairs and peered round the top of the landing. It was obvious from the light shining through from Jennifer's room into the hall that her door was open and he could now hear sounds coming through the open doorway. Noiselessly he moved slowly along the hallway. Each step nearer to Jennifer's room confirmed that what he was hearing were the sounds of sex. His hands started shaking and his heartbeat quickened as he reached Jennifer's room.

The door was half open and he knew that Jennifer's bed was to the right of the door with the headboard up against the wall of the hall. With his heart in his mouth he edged into the bedroom and peered around the door towards the bed.

He almost let fall the camcorder at the sight of his naked parents and someone, whom he presumed was his nude sister. The only recognizable part of his sister was her blond, fine hair, spread out on the pillow.

His father's eyes were tightly shut and his face was sculpted with a rapturous expression; his condom encased prick thrust rhythmically in and out of his sister's glistening pussy. His mother straddled his sister's head facing her husband as Alicia furiously rubbed the fingers of her right hand over Jennifer's excited clitoris. Jennifer's tongue was busily lapping at Alicia's lewd, wet slit while her hands squeezed and manipulated her mother's full breasts that hung down exquisitely for her delight.

Fearing that he would be seen Tommy backed out of the room and edged along the hall to his own bedroom. Once there, he sat on his bed and thought through what he should do next. There were a number of options. He could walk away and leave them to it or he could film them surreptitiously, and then leave. The other alternative was to capture them on film, hide the tape then walk in on them and have some fun. His decision needed to be made quickly as they could soon be finished.

Quickly making his way back to Jennifer's room he peered around the door to the same scene he had witnessed earlier. With no one looking in his direction he started filming using the doors edge to steady his shaking hands. Over the next ten minutes he paned the camcorder back and forth over the threesome capturing the moment of his father's eye clenching climax, his sister's tremendous moan as she experienced multiple orgasms and his mother's body that shuddered and jerked mightily from her momentous orgasm.

Tommy moved stealthily away from them and back in his room he ejected the tape from the camcorder and hid both cassettes from prying eyes. Taking extra care not to be heard he slipped downstairs and replaced the cassette in the camcorder with a new one and put the camcorder back in the desk drawer.

He went back to his bedroom where he quickly stripped of his clothes and trainers.

'Now,' he thought to himself, 'it's time for some real fun.'

Continued...



Sweet Revenge Ch. 02



*Author's note-This belongs to me. This is chapter 2 of the Sweet Revenge trilogy. If you have not read the first, I suggest you do so. I hope you enjoy, and as I've said, this part contains the non consent. I do no condone it, and I do not suggest you go out and do it. All characters are 18+*

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Chapter 2 - Payback is a Bitch, Ain't it? 

It's been almost a year since I was fired and my life practically ended. I used to be a well paid psychology professor at the local university. I was caught blackmailing and fucking one of my students. In a way, she set me up. That little bitch made it worse than it was, I know she was enjoying herself while I was screwing her, then she gets me fired. 

About six months ago, while I was pondering my worthless existence I saw her walking with a group of friends. I followed them, and at that moment, a plan formed in my mind.

I would get revenge on the little tease.

Everyday, for the past few months I've been watching her, following her, learning as much about her as I could. Now, I'm ready to get my payback upon Ms. Emily Wolfe.

***

I sit in my car hidden in a dark alley. The chlorophorm and rope ready to be used. This place is desolate, and she's absolutely naive to think she could walk through here safely, but I'm not complaining. I run a hand through my shaggy gray hair sighing, I'm totally bored off my ass, but I wanted to make sure I didn't miss her.

She walks through here to get home after she's finished with her classes. Normally her friends drive her, but this is one of the days she leaves early for work. She heads home to drop off her stuff and showers, then leaves for the clinic, she wants to be nurse.

Then I see her turn the corner and start heading down the street. I smile viciously. I grab the chlorophorm and cloth and get out of the car and follow her. I hurry to get behind her, and just as she gets to the part of the street that the streetlight is broken and completely dark, I wrap my arms around her, one securing her arms the other covering her mouth and nose with the sedative.

Her scream is muffled by the cloth and my hand, she tries to struggle, but I hold firm, my erection poking at her back. Soon she goes limp. I remove the cloth and lay her down in a small bush on the edge of the walk, and hurry back to my car. I put the chlorophorm on the passenger seat and drive to where I left her. 

When I get to her I grab the rope, hiding in the bush and I secure her wrists and ankles, then I pick her up and put her in the trunk. As I drive home, I start to laugh maniacally. The thoughts of what I am going to do to her making my erection almost painful. I don't plan to just physically torment her, I am going to torture her mentally as well. Making her body enjoy it, while she doesn't want to will scar her. Revenge is sweet.

I am taking her to a friend's home, seeing as my crappy apartment wouldn't be private enough for my needs, he is away on vacation and asked me to house sit. It works perfectly, it's a secluded little home, no neighbors, no one to worry about. I can do what I wish.

After the drive, which takes little over an hour, I pull into the driveway. I had to stop once about 45 minutes in when I heard her starting to scream and thrash around. I just used more chlorophorm and when about my way without a second thought.

I pull in the garage and pop the trunk. I get out with a spring in my step as I throw her unconscious body over my shoulder and grab the extra rope. I start for the bedroom, as I make my way through the living room I turn on the stereo. It's classical, the speakers softly playing Claire de Lune. I smile. 'Perfect.'

I open the bedroom door and turn on the light. I unceremoniously plop her on the bed. I keep her wrists secured together, but take the excess rope and tie it above her head to the headboard. Then I untie her ankles and tie them separately to opposite corners of the bed. I head to the bathroom that adjoins the bedroom and go to the medicine cabinet, grabbing a pair of scissors.

I come back to her smiling. I saunter over and sit beside her, and start cutting away her clingy little t-shirt. Her breasts spill out, no bra again. I then cut away her shorts revealing a lacy little thong. I quickly get rid of it too, exposing her pussy. When I'm finished I put the scissors away and take a shower. I want to wait for her to wake up before I begin to play.

Half way through my shower I hear a groggy moan, and then she starts screaming. I hear the bed creaking as she starts thrashing. I smile, and start whistling along with Debussy. When I finish, I dry myself off but I don't dress, by this point her screams have become hoarse.

I walk out and see her still struggling, although not as violently as she was. When she sees me her eyes go wide and she splutters. "Mr...Mr. Krauss? What the fuck are you doing? Let me go!" I walk over to her. "I think at this point in our relationship Emily, you can call me Jon." She glares at me. "Well then, go fuck yourself Jon." She says my name sarcastically and I smile. "Good girl." I stroke her face and she tries to bite me. I pull away chuckling.

I point to the kitchen knife I have laying on the nightstand. "You don't want me to use that do you?" Her eyes go even wider. "Then behave Emily." I stroke her face again, and she lays there unmoving.

"Why are you doing this?" 

"I would say, "to teach you a lesson," but considering I'm no longer a teacher, I'll call it..payback. Think that sounds suitable, don't you?" I see tears start to stream down her face. "Oh don't cry Emily. You chose this, I'm only here to show you what happens when you fuck someone over."

I walk to the end of the bed and crawl between her legs. I nip at her thighs and belly, making my way to her breasts. I look down at her, watching her struggle feebly, her overdeveloped tits swaying. I squeeze one and she moans slightly before biting her lip. I start to massage her breast and she lets out another unintended moan.

I lean down and take her other nipple into my mouth. Her back involuntarily arches. I smile and suck fervently on her breast while the other pinches her nipple. I bite down slightly into her soft flesh and I hear her gasp. She bucks her hips slightly, rubbing her pussy on my leg. I feel her starting to get wet.

I continue playing with her nipples as she stimulates her clit on my thigh. Then I sit up and look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, and wet with tears. I lick her cheek and feel her shudder. I grind against her pussy, letting her feel my erection, her wetness coating my cock. 

"You're enjoying this, aren't you Emily?" She just stares at me dolefully.

SMACK.

The noise echoes through the room, adding a thunder like noise to the soft music, as I slap her hard across her face. A red mark starts appearing there almost instantaneously as she looks at me shocked. "Answer me!" She doesn't reply, I lift my hand again, preparing to hit her again and she forces out her answer. "N-n-no!"

I squeeze her breast hard. "Liar," I whisper. "I feel how wet you are slut." More tears roll down her face for her body's blatant betrayal and I smile. 

I slide down her body, and rest between her thighs. Its swollen and pink, waxed and already dripping with her juices. I inhale her scent, and lick my lips. I lean forward and flick my tongue across her clit. Her hips buck and I grab her thighs to keep her still. I lick her clit again, running it in circles, causing it to swell and escape from it hood. 

I suck her into my mouth and she moans. I swirl my tongue around the little nub as I suck and run my teeth over it lightly. She starts thrusting into my face. I feel her wetness of my chin as I continue my onslaught of her clit. My tongue runs light circles as I suck on her, pressing down occasionally.

Then I release her clit and start circling it with my thumb as I go lower. I run my tongue across her opening. I feel her thighs shiver as I dip my tongue into her. She tastes divine, and I happily drive my tongue into her. 

I start pumping my tongue inside her, swirling it around and licking against the wall closer to her belly looking for her sweet spot, she gasps letting me know that I've found it. My fingers circle her clit an I drive my tongue inside her. I nibble in her pussy lips making her moan. I feel her cunt starting to lightly grip my tongue as she grows closer.

My mouth and hand switches place, I suck on her clit while I forcefully drive my fingers into her hole. I pump fast, knowing that soon she's going to release. I start to hum, sending little vibrations into her clit and I finger her furiously. I shove in hard and bite her clit and she exploded around me. Her pussy shudders around my fingers and her whole body thrashes around on the bed.

As she starts to come down from her euphoric cloud I sit up and crawl up her body again. I smile as I see her flushed face, her eyelids partially closed and her mouth slack, a sight shiver running through her body now and then.

"Did you enjoy yourself Emily?" Her eyes open slightly. "Please?" She whispers. I tilt my head slightly. "Please what?" She's quiet for a few seconds before saying softly. "Stop..."

My smile vanishes and my mind goes blank. I feel anger start to build. She must see something dark in my gaze because I see fear encompass your expression. "Ju-just, let me g-go. I-I-I wont tell anyone. I sw-swear, please J-jon, just let me go."

"I already punished you once for lying, it seems have to do it again. I know you're enjoying yourself you slut. I can't let you go, you still haven't learned your lesson."

I slide off her and onto the floor standing at the end of the bed. I start to untie her ankles and I see her relax. 'She thinks I'm releasing her.'

Once they are untied I quickly flip her over taking her by surprise. She lets out a startled yelp and I start tying her ankles back again. "You have to be taught a lesson..."

She starts to struggle as I go and sit beside her. I take a pillow, folding it in half, and stick it underneath her raising her ass up in the air. I lean over, gently caressing her ass. I slide it over to where it lays in one cheek.

I draw my hand up and bring it down hard. THWACK. It echoes around the room along with her scream. I switch to the other cheek, caress it, and spank it hard. I repeat the process over and over, alternating from one cheek to the other. I watch as her ass turns from a dull pink to a brilliant crimson.

Each time my hand goes down, she lets out a shriek. "STOP! PLEASE! IT HUUURTTTSSSSS!" My face remains impassive as I continue spanking her sexy toned ass.

After 30 smacks, I stop. My hand gently glides over her ass, I can feel the heat radiating from it as the blood rushes across the surface. I hear her crying and muttering incoherently. My hand dips down the crack of her ass and I feel her still. I push a finger slightly against her asshole. Its tight, feels almost virgin. 

I run my hand down to her pussy. She's completely soaked. I stare at her. "You enjoyed being spanked, didn't you?" She must of learned something because she nods slightly. I feel heat rise up in my face as my anger reaches it peak. "Then you'll need a worse punishment, something you won't enjoy!" I shout as I quickly go behind her. 

I rub my finger across her cunt getting it wet with her juice, then I take it to her ass. I push in hard, forcefully going through the tight muscles, and start pumping hard, its tight, and I can tell its hurting her. She yelps when I gain entry, asking me to stop, pleading with me. I pump faster, loosening it up a bit for what is about to go in there. She's tight, even with just one finger, her muscles clenching around me trying to keep out the invasion and push me out. 

When I feel her start to loosen, I dip my middle finger into her pussy, then bring it to her ass adding it with my first. I pump harder as the second finger pops in. She's crying now, I see tears stream down her face and get a slight sense of satisfaction, my cock getting even harder.

Finally I draw my fingers back and position myself behind her. I place my cockhead against her pussy and she whimpers. I dip into her, planning just to coat my cock in her juices before I go to my next conquest. She moans slightly as I pump slowly in her. I smile at the thoughts circling through my mind about the surprise she's about to receive.

I pull out of her and place is against her puckered asshole, her reactions instantaneous. She starts thrashing around wildly, screaming and pleading with me to stop. I feel anger overtake me and I reach up and grab the knife from the nightstand. I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back roughly, and press the blade to her throat. She stills instantly.

"Either stop now, or I'll slit your throat and fuck you as you bleed out. Understand?"

"Please stop. I-I've never had one there before, please, I'll do anything else, blow you, fuck you, ride you anything but that."

"But that's exactly the point. I want to claim your ass as mine. I've already had your mouth and cunt, as I'm sure many other frat boys have as well. This is mine."

"Stop..." I cut her off by pressing harder on her throat, causing a small stream of blood to start to run down her throat. "I will have you, remember my warning, either stop, or I'll fuck your ass as you die. Choose."

Tears well out her eyes again, but she stills. I lean back, running the knife down her spine making her shiver. I put it beside me on the bed as I lay a hand on one of her hips and grab my cock, positioning it over her tight little rosebud.

I start to push forward, increasing pressure when I make no progress. It takes several minutes before, with a pop, my cockhead enters past her outrageously tight ring of muscles. We both gasp as I gain entry, mine from pleasure, her from pain. Wanting to sheath myself in her warm depths, I start to quickly push myself forward. She starts crying in agony and trying to claw away, I just grab her hips and force her down the rest of my length.

She screams in pain, but I take no notice. I'm in pure bliss. She's unbelievably tight and warm, her muscles clenching around me and I groan. I start to pump slowly, more out of my comfort than hers. I want to loosen her up a bit more before I really start fucking her.

She wriggles her ass trying to dislodge me. I smack her tender ass making her yelp, and she stops struggling, but continues whimpering and pleading with me, with excites me even more.

I start to gain speed as she gets used to my size, gliding in and out easily. I pull back slowly and drive myself in making her scream again, I keep doing it over and over, grunting each time.

I start to pump fast and her screams get louder as I plough into her. I look down and watch as my cock glides in and out of her ass, its a wonderful sight as I penetrate her. Her crying gets louder as I fuck her faster, pumping away inside her bowels at full force. 

I grab her hips and start pulling her hips towards me, making her meet my thrusts and getting me even deeper. Her muscles continue to spasm, making it feel like nothing I've ever felt. 

I feel my balls start to inevitably tighten as I grow closer to my release. I reach over with grabbing the knife and placing it just below her ass, pressing down slightly. 

"S-say my name Emily." I grunt as I thrust into her hard. 

"Jon..." she mutters. I start to get pissed. I press down harder with the blade.

"Louder." I emphasis it with a thrust.

"Jon!"

I quickly slash across her skin, making a shallow cut on her thigh.

"Louder!"

"JON!JON!JON!JON!JONJONJONJONJON!!"

I moan as she says my name, it melding together through her agony. She continues shouting my name as I release into her bowels, with on final thrust burying myself in her. Spurt after spurt of cum shoots from me, I've never had an orgasm this powerful. She shudders when she feels me shoot my load, and she tries to wriggle away again, but I growl slightly and she stops.

As I finish, I feel my cock start to soften and I pull out. I lean up beside her, seeing her eyes fluttering from exhaustion.

"Please...let me..go.." she say quietly. I chuckle slightly. "I think I can do that now, seeing as you've learned your lesson. However, don't tell this to anyone, or I will find you again, and it'll be much worse. Understand?"

She nods slightly, and I wind my fingers through her hair and pull her head back. "Understand?" I say more forcefully.

"I-I understand." She says weakly. "Good." I release her head and she lets it fall. I watch as her eyes flutter than close as she loses consciousness. I smile as I go and get dressed. When I come back she's still out cold. I start to untie her, whistling cheerfully.

***

I leave her naked close to her home, driving quickly away so no one sees me. I laugh with glee and I go over the events of the night. It worked out quite nicely. Two cuts, and brutal ass fucking, and emotion scaring, it'll teach her a lesson that's for sure. I drive away, planning a small vacation to celebrate.

*5 WEEKS LATER*

MAN ARRESTED OUTSIDE HOME, ACCUSED OF KIDNAP AND FORCIBLY HAVING SEX WITH LOCAL TEENAGER, AND FORMER STUDENT, EMILY WOLFE. page 5 for details.

*1 MONTH LATER*

MAN FOUND GUILTY OF THE KIDNAP AND RAPE OF LOCAL TEEN MS. EMILY WOLFE. SENTENCE TO 8 YEARS IN PRISON. Weather fairly sunny with a change of clouds.

**I hope you enjoyed, feedback is appreciated, and the conclusion should be out soon, so look for it.**



Sweet Revenge Ch. 02



The woman paused before Karina, and she seemed to be assessing her as well. When she finally spoke, her voice was calm and confident. "I am Fatima, and I have come to help you undress. Will you permit me to help you?"

Karina's jaw dropped at her use of English. Though she had a slight accent, Karina had no difficulty understanding her. "I . . . um, I am not sure . . ." Karina's voice quavered, and died away as she looked at her uncertainly.

Fatima's face softened further into a sad smile. "Come my dear. We will talk, while I get you undressed." She took Karina's hand and led her to a corner of the tent near the foot of the bed. "I know what has happened and why you are here," she said, as she began to work at the laces on Karina's gown. She managed to open the back of the dress, and Karina stepped out of it as she continued. "I argued with Rashid, and I tried to make him see reason. He is entitled to his revenge against your father for what happened to his wife, but he shouldn't involve you. However, he is stubborn and wouldn't listen to me. Once I saw that his mind was made up, I could do nothing to stop him, and now you are here."

Karina knew nothing about the woman, but somehow, she trusted her. She turned to her and took both her hands into hers. "Then you must help me, please! Help me to escape and get home to my father. I must warn him that he is in danger!"

Fatima shook her head firmly. "No, my dear, I cannot. While I disagree with Rashid's method, I refuse to thwart his revenge, or to do anything that would help your father. He brutally raped and murdered Ameena, whom I loved like my own daughter. I know you do not believe that, but I saw him with my own eyes. I want him to suffer as much as Rashid does, although I am sorry that you must be a part of this."

Karina shook her head as her tears began to flow down her cheeks. She was ready to deny her father's guilt, but Fatima placed a finger across her lips to silence her words.

"What has been done cannot be changed. Rashid will return soon, and he will take you as his mistress. However, please believe me when I say he is a good man, and he won't harm you. You do not need to be afraid." She stared into Karina's eyes for a moment longer before turning her back around. She began to unlace her corset, as she continued. "Now, we must prepare you for what is to come. Rashid will return any minute, and he will be angry if you are not ready."

Karina silently fumed, but she knew that although Fatima was kind, she wouldn't help her. Fatima succeeded in removing her clothes and helped her don a flowing, sleeveless gown of gossamer white silk, held by a single cord at her throat. The gown was so filmy, it was almost transparent, and though it reached from neck to ankle, it left very little to the imagination, as it clung to her ripe curves. Karina felt a rising sense of panic as she looked down to see her nipples straining impudently against the fabric. Fatima gave her no time to protest, as she led her to a small bench, where Karina sat as she removed the remaining pins from her hair. Even the pearls were removed, leaving Karina in only the filmy garment.

"Your hair is lovely," Fatima crooned softly as she brushed the thick locks until they gleamed in the candlelight. When she was satisfied, she took a small vial of perfume and dabbed a small bit behind each of Karina's ears and in the hollow between her breasts. Finally, she stood back and surveyed her handiwork. "You are ready, child. Remember what I told you, and do not be afraid. Rashid is set on revenge, but you may yet have some power over him."

She gave Karina a long look, before turning away to light several candles beside the bed. She gathered Karina's clothes and then quietly left the tent.

Karina frowned as she wondered what Fatima had meant. How could she have any power over the situation? She felt about as powerful as a rabbit being chased by a hound!

When the tent flap opened again, Richard strode in and abruptly came to a stop, as he looked at her. She was standing with the candles behind her, and she unwittingly presented him with an enticing outline of her curves. The filmy nightgown was a gossamer veil over her youthful body, and his eyes were drawn to where her erect nipples strained against the fabric.

He closed the flap and advanced with prowling strides until he stood just a few feet from her. He reached up and drew the curtain to seclude the bed from the rest of the tent, and Karina felt a claustrophobic sense of being closed in. He didn't attempt to hide the fact that his eyes slowly traversed the length of her body, pausing to stare at her ripe breasts, so wantonly displayed for his pleasure. When his eyes finally returned to hers, he smiled languidly.

"I'm going to enjoy this. It seems my revenge will be even sweeter than I imagined."

Karina's cheeks flamed with her shame and anger, but she raised her chin a notch higher. She refused to answer, but her eyes shone with hatred. She would be damned if she would let him find any enjoyment in raping her. Richard watched her for a long moment, but made no move to come closer, and she felt like a caged bird as she wondered what would happen next. When he finally spoke, she jumped slightly and realized her nerves were strung as tightly as a bowstring.

"I said that you would have to come to me willingly," he said softly. "But first, I want to see you without the gown. Take it off."

Karina gasped and stared at him, stunned. "I won't play the part of whore for you!"

"You will do as I say. Now take the gown off." His spoke calmly, as he merely stared at her and waited. His tone of voice made it clear that he wouldn't be denied.

Tears stung the back of her eyes, but Karina blinked them back. She wanted to claw his face to shreds. She bit her lip to stop its trembling, and she untied the silken cord at her neck and slowly slid the gown off her shoulders. It hung momentarily suspended over her breasts, and Richard held his breath until she gave it a slight tug, which sent it slithering to the floor to land in a heap at her feet.

She stood as still as a statue as his eyes devoured her naked flesh. He walked in a slow circle around her, but still, he made no move to take her into his arms. She wanted to scream and felt her skin burn wherever his eyes touched, but she stood very still and held her head high. The knowledge that he was viewing what she had reserved for her chosen husband filled her with rage, and she silently fumed as his eyes examined her with maddening thoroughness.

He kept his expression carefully blank as he took in her full beauty. He had known she would be beautiful, but seeing her in all her naked glory almost took his breath away. Her hair was long, reaching past her waist, and it gleamed the color of honey as it curled softly about her breasts and buttocks. Her breasts were generously full and the finest pale ivory, while the proud peaks were a soft, tempting pink. Even without her corset, her waist was almost small enough for him to span it with his hands, while her hips were gently rounded. Her legs were long and perfectly shaped, and he felt a familiar tightening in his loins as he imagined how they would feel wrapped around his waist.

He drew in a deep breath and fought to maintain his control. He would have to handle this perfectly, or she would fight him, and that would ruin the pleasure for both of them. For some reason, perhaps because he felt some niggling guilt at her innocence in this whole thing, he wanted very much to bring her pleasure. Finally, he stopped in front of her, but he didn't lift a hand toward her.

He pointedly ogled her naked breasts before meeting her eye. "Nice, very nice," he drawled, as a lazy smile split his lips. "Now kiss me."

Karina's mind raced. She had been prepared to fight him to her last breath, but instead of taking the initiative, he expected her to seduce him! She groaned inwardly as she realized that he must have known she would resist any advance he made. Now, he was leaving her no way to fight him. If she refused to do his bidding, he would kill her father. She had to stop that from happening, no matter how much it shamed her.

She rose on her toes, being careful not to let her breasts touch his chest, and placed a fleeting kiss upon his lips. He chuckled lightly. "My dear Karina, I know from our encounter in the garden that you can give me a better kiss than that childish peck. You'll have to do better than that to save your father."

Blinking back tears, she wound her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him as she melded her lips against his. He closed his arms lightly around her, splaying his hands across her naked back. She summoned all her limited knowledge to deliver what she hoped was a simmering kiss, but she was surprised to find that the kiss awakened her own senses as well. She was acutely aware of the feeling of his robe rubbing against her bare nipples, and the warmth from his hands was seeping into her back. She felt slightly breathless from the kiss, but she managed to raise her head to glare up at him.

"Does that suit you better, milord rapist?"

He was unruffled, as he grinned in high humor and tightened his arms around her. "That's a good start." Without pause, he swooped and took possession of her lips. As his mouth plundered hers, she realized without a doubt that he was in complete control of the situation. Though she hated him, her body was reacting against her will, with the same heat he had stirred in her earlier.

She struggled briefly against him, but everywhere their bodies touched, hers seemed to burn with desire. She felt her resolve weakening, and she swallowed a groan, as her lips parted to welcome his tongue. As he tasted the sweet cavern of her mouth, his hands drifted lower to cup her buttocks, and he pressed her hips more firmly against his.

She gasped in shock at the hardness she felt pressing against her belly, and she would have pulled away, but his hands held her firmly against him, as his lips continued to devour hers. He trailed wet, molten kisses down her neck and throat, tracing her collarbone out to her shoulder and back. He seemed to pause slightly on the upper curve of her breast. Karina held her breath and then released it in a moan when his mouth enveloped her nipple.

Sweet heaven, what was he doing to her? She found it hard to concentrate on resisting him, when his mouth was doing such wonderful things to her breast. His tongue traced hot circles around her nipple and his teeth made small nibbles, before he took her entire nipple into his mouth and suckled firmly. Karina's knees wobbled, and she felt as if she would collapse.

Richard scooped her into his arms and strode to the bed, staring into her limpid eyes before dropping his gaze to sear her tingling breasts, rosy from his ministrations. She should be fighting, her brain screamed, but the rebuke seemed somehow feeble. She noticed he was breathing hard too. Was he as affected by her as she was by him?

He deposited her on the bed, as he quickly untied his robe and let it fall to the floor. For the first time in her life, she was seeing a naked man, and he was a magnificent sight. Her eyes trailed down his belly, and her eyes widened in fear at the sight of his engorged erection sprouting proudly from its nest of black hair. Karina would have scrambled off the bed, but Richard quickly joined her on the bed and held her still. His lips scalded hers in a demanding kiss, as her mind whirled.

She had overheard the maids talking about sex, and she knew how the physical act of lovemaking was performed. She couldn't imagine how she was going to accommodate his size. Her fears retreated only slightly as he continued to plunder her mouth, and his hands began a languid exploration of her body. He cupped her breast in the palm of his hand and stroked her nipple, rolling it firmly between his thumb and finger as he listened to her shocked gasps of pleasure.

God, but she was beautiful! He explored her lush breasts at length, tasting and teasing as she moaned beneath him. He took his time, waiting for the signs that she was becoming increasingly aroused before he traced his hands lower to caress her hip.

He fought hard to maintain control, as he stroked along her thigh and returned up the inside of her legs to the triangle of hair at her mound. He had to take his time and awaken her desire. He was far past being able to turn away from her, and he would take her forcefully if he had to, but he much preferred her willing response. He continued his languid strokes, as he kissed her so thoroughly her head began to whirl.

Her mind rebelled, pride combining with fear of what was to come. She had to resist, or she wouldn't be able to live with herself. She pushed against his chest and tried to squirm away from him, but he captured both her hands in one of his and raised them above her head, holding her helpless in his gentle but vice-like grip. This new position thrust her breasts up toward him, and she had never felt so vulnerable as his eyes devoured her virgin flesh.

"Oh no, my sweet. It's much too late to change your mind." His eyes pierced hers before dropping again to her quivering breasts, and she groaned in frustration, but he held her still. She was totally at his mercy.

"I hate you! I'll kill you for this!" She spat the words at him, but they sounded hollow even to her own ears as she squirmed helplessly, causing her breasts to jiggle invitingly.

He swooped to kiss her, but she turned her face away, and his kiss landed on her jaw. He was undeterred. He nibbled lightly at her ear, and continued his quest to acquaint himself with her body. He trailed wet kisses down her throat as his fingers slipped between her clenched thighs to stroke her slick, hot flesh. She squirmed and thrashed, squeezing her thighs tightly shut against him, but he held both her arms above her head in a firm grip and his fingers remained to caress her swollen folds that were already embarrassingly wet.

His lips returned to suckle at her breast, and she panted with desire. She could feel the flesh between her thighs growing increasingly needy, as his fingers caressed her where no man had ever touched her before. She thought she would die of shame, as she felt her thighs part slightly on their own, allowing him to touch her even more intimately. His hand took full advantage of the weakening to explore further.

As he slid one finger slowly inside her, she couldn't suppress a shudder of ecstasy. She felt his invasion keenly, and she couldn't suppress a moan of pleasure as he began to stroke her, coaxing even more moisture from her heated loins. They could both hear the sounds of his fingers sliding through her wet folds, and he grinned down at her mockingly.

She turned her face into his shoulder to hide her mortification at her own response, while his hand continued its leisurely strokes. A fire erupted in the pit of her belly, and she felt it spread to her limbs, as released another moan. His lips returned to claim hers, drinking in the lovely sound of her pleasure. He slid another finger inside of her to join the first, and he slowly worked at loosening her tightness while he kissed her.

God, she was hot and sweet! He trembled slightly, as he battled his own demons, determined to bring her with him up the mountain of pleasure. He wanted her so badly that it was painful for him, but he fought down the urge to simply ravish her. He found the tiny bud of her arousal, and fondled it with his thumb, keeping his other fingers inside her. Karina fought to draw in a breath, as she writhed in pleasure upon the bed, her thighs flung wide apart for her captor. She had long since lost any desire to fight him, and she could only concentrate on the wonderful sensations he was creating between her thighs.

When he knew her desire had reached a fever pitch, Richard slipped a knee between hers, and gently forced her legs apart. As he slid between them, Karina felt the bold tip of his erection probing her softness and her eyes shot open to stare into his. She stiffened, and her fear was evident in her eyes. He gently brushed the hair back from her face and kissed her lips lightly.

"Don't be afraid my sweet. It will only hurt for a moment, and I promise to be gentle. Relax, it will be easier." His eyes were clouded with passion, but he met her eyes unwaveringly.

Karina tried to relax, but she was afraid. Richard suckled her sensitive nipple, laving the tight crest with his fiery tongue. Karina arched her back to give him full access. He released her hands, and they grasped his head to her breast tightly, greedy for more of the pleasure he was evoking. She felt her bones melt as he suckled deeply at her breast, using his teeth to harshly nip the sensitive tip.

Her pussy lips were scalding the tip of his cock, and he shivered slightly with the effort of waiting for her to relax. He worshipped her nipple until she was writhing with desire. He eased a tiny bit inside her, but she was too distracted by his mouth on her breast to notice. He kneaded her other breast with strong fingers, pinching down hard on her nipple. She gasped from the mixture of pain and pleasure, and he slid in further, nudging at her maidenhead.

She tensed at first, but relaxed again, as he continued to torment her swollen breast with dedication, sending tingles of pleasure from the tip straight through to her belly. Without warning, he pressed deeply inside her. Karina screamed as a splitting pain ripped through her. He absorbed her cry with his lips, and he feathered kisses along her cheeks and temples. He held her very still, until the pain subsided to a dull ache, then he began to move inside her, being extremely gentle so as not to hurt her any further.

Karina's eyes opened wide in amazement, and he watched her reaction. A feeling of incredible fullness had replaced the sense of emptiness that she had never been aware of until tonight. Of a sudden, it seemed perfectly right that he should be buried deep inside her, and her only thought was to follow his lead.

His strokes were unhurried, short at first and then gradually growing deeper, giving her time to adjust to his intrusion. She was very tight, and he knew if he rushed on he would hurt her, so he kept his thrusts slow and smooth. As Karina felt her body loosening to accept him, and she forgot about the pain. She was soon caught up in the rhythm, and she began to match his strokes as she clutched his shoulders.

He slipped his hands under her buttocks and rocked her hips upward and slid home even further, as his eyes closed with pleasure. She was so tight and wet, she almost drove him over the brink, Her body was just barely able to accommodate his, and he growled with masculine satisfaction as he buried himself so deeply within her again and again. He had not slept with a woman since his wife died, and he was exceedingly aroused, but he held himself firmly in check, determined to bring her pleasure before seeking his own.

With every stroke, Richard nudged against her womb, and Karina felt a pleasure so sweet, it was almost an ache. She clung to him, as she strove ever upward, higher and higher until she thought she would die from the pleasure he was giving her. Suddenly, she reached the pinnacle, and she seemed to take flight. She screamed again, as her nails raked his broad back, and his warm lips covered hers to drink in the lovely sound of her fulfillment.

Ever so slowly, she drifted back to earth, and opened her eyes to see Richard's face, close above her. He seemed to be watching her, and a triumphant smile slowly spread across his handsome lips as he stroked her hair away from her face. He moved slightly, and she was surprised to feel him still inside her, and still very aroused. He began moving faster, harder and deeper within her, and Karina marveled as she watched the sinews bunch and stretch in his arms and shoulders.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 02



He was truly magnificent without his clothes, and she stared at his masculine beauty. He kissed her long and deeply, and she was surprised to feel the hunger begin again in the pit of her belly. She answered his strokes with eager abandon. Her hands gripped his flanks, and she wrapped her legs around his back in encouragement, as he groaned and pressed even deeper inside of her, hearing her gasp.

They finally came together with one final, deep thrust and then burst together over the rocks of their passion. Karina could feel a hot, sticky wetness pulsing inside her, and she knew he was depositing his seed deep within her womb. The realization had the effect of throwing icy water on her, as Karina remembered his motivation for holding her hostage.

When his spasms finally ended, Richard withdrew from her, and would have kissed her softly, but Karina turned away from him and rolled into a tiny ball. She felt she would die of shame! She had sworn she would fight him, and she had ended up giving herself to him like a brazen whore. She squeezed her eyes shut against the tears she felt welling up, but they still trickled out between her long lashes and rolled down her cheeks.

Richard rose on one elbow and watched her in bemusement. Surely he hadn't hurt her? He was sure she had enjoyed their lovemaking as much as he had. He gripped her shoulder and rolled her onto her back to face him, but she refused to open her eyes. He traced a tear with his thumb and frowned down at her.

"Open your eyes and look at me." His voice was low but firm.

Her lids fluttered open and she stared into his frowning eyes.

"Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?"

Karina shook her head, but refused to answer him. She looked away. "You've had your pleasure. Please, let me go." He stared at her for a long moment before he finally released her, and she rolled away from him again as he frowned at her in bemusement.


Finally, he reached down to draw a light, linen sheet over them both, unable to resist the urge to stroke her creamy hip. She jumped as if he had burned her, but made no further protest. He sat up against the pillows for a long time, and a frown creased his brow. She had surprised him with the heat of her response, and now, she lay as cold as a dead fish. There was no doubt she was passionate. In fact, he had never found such total satisfaction with a woman before, not even with his wife.

He felt a stab of guilt at that realization, and he told himself that it was only because Karina was a means to his revenge against her father. He rolled over on his side away from her and settled down to sleep. A nagging voice in his mind teased him with the knowledge that even on his wedding night, he had not experienced the pleasure he had found tonight with this girl. He growled and punched his pillow before blowing out the candles beside the bed. It was a long time before he could finally sleep. 



Sweet Revenge Ch. 03



Karina awoke when she felt a warm hand boldly caressing her breast and hot breath stirring the hair at the nape of her neck. She frowned slightly as her mind took stock of her body, and she felt a throbbing soreness between her thighs and on her nipples. Her sleepy mind snapped to full awareness as she remembered where she was and just what she had allowed Richard to do with her body the night before.

Apparently, he wasn't finished with her, because she was snuggled with her back against a hard male chest, and his legs were folded spoonlike along the backs of hers. She lay motionless and pretended to be asleep, but her nipple hardened on its own as his thumb brushed across the impudent tip. She stifled a moan and refused to move, as his hand drifted lower to slip between her thighs. She couldn't suppress the flow of moisture that coated his fingers as they slid inside her.

Richard marveled at her loveliness. He had woken with only one thought in mind, burying himself in her luscious heat once again. He ignored a vague sense of guilt that his goal of avenging his wife came as a distant second to his desire for Karina. He rolled her on her back and kissed her lips lightly, and still, she pretended to be asleep.

"It's no good," he said softly, as his lips nibbled hers and his fingers probed deep inside her. "I know you are awake."

His voice was low and husky to her ears. Without thinking, her eyes flew open, and she glared up into his mocking gaze, drawing a chuckle from him. His fingers continued to stroke her, delving ever deeper as she responded with more wetness, and he grinned with his confidence.

"Even now, your body is crying out for me to take you. Against your will, it is welcoming me." He let his eyes drop to her breasts and his grin widened in anticipation. He knew she was fighting him, but he was past caring. He wanted to feel her body open to him once again, and to savor her passionate response.

"Please don't. I'm still sore from what you did to me last night," Karina pleaded.

"Don't worry, it won't be painful this time," Richard replied, as he swooped to suckle hard on her breast.

Seeing that her plea had fallen on deaf ears, Karina groaned in despair. She struggled against him until he again pinned her hands above her head. He never paused in devouring her nipples, his teeth nipping her until she moaned with a combination of pain and pleasure. She cringed as she felt a growing hunger in her loins.

"I hate you! You may take my body, but I will hate you even more!"

He chuckled lightly and raised one eyebrow at her, all the while caressing her moist flesh with his wicked fingers, slipping them inside her to stroke her more intimately, as he watched her and savored her reaction.

"I've already told you. I couldn't care less how much you hate me. I only want your body, not your heart."

Swallowing her anger, Karina decided to try a different approach. Perhaps he would listen to reason, if she appealed to him sweetly. She bucked against his wrist and tried unsuccessfully to push his hand away, as she looked up at him imploringly.

"You can't possibly be serious about keeping me here for several months. My father is sure to find out that you have taken me, and he won't rest until he finds me! Please take me back. Isn't it revenge enough to know that you have defiled me? No man will want to marry me now that I am no longer a virgin."

Richard raised one eyebrow as he watched her trying to ignore his caresses. He had not paused in his explorations, and it was evident from her squirming and the slight quaver in her voice that he was beginning to get to her. His eyes dropped to her heaving breasts as he answered her with a lazy smile.

"I have already told you, I have several of my men working in your father's house. I know what he is planning to do before he even makes a move. In fact, I have my own plans to ensure that he is kept busy for the next several months, in his quest to find you."

Karina turned away and groaned her frustration. He was impossible! She longed to find some way to wipe that self-satisfied smirk off his face! He gripped her chin and turned her back to meet his kiss. He tasted her leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world. Karina was determined that this time, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of a response.

She lay motionless, while his free hand moved to caress her breasts and thighs. He lowered his mouth to her nipple again, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning with pleasure. His tongue laved the tip until it was as hard as a pebble before moving to repeat the process on her other breast. Karina trembled lightly at the effort of not arching her back to encourage him as he firmly nibbled and suckled her breasts. If he didn't stop soon, she would be humiliated again! Why didn't he just take her, and save her this embarrassment?

His lips traveled lower, and he lightly nipped at her belly, letting his tongue probe her sensitive naval, before kissing the triangle of curls at the top of her thighs. Karina's eyes flew open in panic as his head dropped even lower and spread her thighs to place a kiss on her exposed pussy. She tried to rise up, but he held her down with a firm arm across her belly as he continued to stroke her breast. He wedged his wide shoulders between her thighs, forcing them farther apart, as he gently kissed her most sensitive flesh.

She released a mortified groan as he tasted her, and she couldn't keep from writhing upon the bed. His tongue made slow, languid strokes upon her moist, hot flesh, and Karina gasped. After several long, tortuous minutes, she lost the battle to resist, and she wound her fingers through his hair.

He grinned, sensing her capitulation, and he slid a hand under her bottom and lifted her hips to taste her even more intimately. He explored her so thoroughly that she thought she would lose her mind, and she clung to him, aware of every fiery stroke of his tongue on her swollen folds. When sweet release finally came to her, she clenched her thighs around his head and let waves of pleasure flow over her body.

He lapped up her flowing juices, but stayed until her passion was beginning to stir once again. She began to writhe and moan, and she flung her thighs wide as she flowered for him once again. He devoted himself to pleasing her until her moans were desperate and needy. Only then did he finally begin the slow journey back to her mouth.

He drank deeply of her response, as he knelt between her thighs. The tip of his rigid cock barely parted her outer lips, and he paused there, teasing her with shallow, evocative strokes, while he kissed her deeply.

"Shall I stop?" he asked, nibbling at her throat and jaw.

Karina tried to form a coherent thought, but she couldn't imagine that he would stop and leave her so unsatisfied. He had awoken a fiery need in her, and she desperately wanted him to fill her again, as she knew he could.

"No!" she gasped, breathless when he suckled her breast, still teasing her with unsatisfyingly shallow strokes.

Unable to wait, Karina wrapped her legs around him and grasped his buttocks, pulling him firmly toward her, and he responded by thrusting fully inside of her with one powerful stroke. She groaned with relief at the feeling of completeness his invasion gave her. She opened her eyes and read the triumph in his, but she was too caught up in their union to care that she had lost the battle to resist him. She moaned and wound her legs tighter around his waist, tilting her hips to cradle him more effectively, and he pressed more fully into her, until she thought she might split apart with the sheer ecstasy of his possession.

They clung together, each struggling with their own demons. Her soft, creamy flesh accommodated his hard, muscled contours. She was all woman, welcoming him in a dance older than time, and he was all man taking everything she offered him and giving her more in return. Their bodies were perfectly matched, and neither of them had the power to resist the other one.

They shared another flight to the stars before collapsing, panting in the warm afterglow. He drifted back to earth first, and he cradled her as he watched the peaceful wonder slip from her face to be replaced by a wall of reserve. She tried to turn away from him again, but he held her firmly and waited until she met his eyes.

"You can't say that I forced you that time. The choice was yours, and you invited me in."

His eyes mocked her, and she was forced to turn her face aside as a flaming blush stole up over her delicate cheeks. A single tear rolled down her cheek, and when she spoke, it was in a low voice.

"I hate you! With everything in me, I hate you!"

Richard knew she felt defeated, and a part of him longed to reassure her, to praise her for her passionate nature, to tell her that he couldn't resist her any more than she could him, but he maintained his silence. His mind battled with his heart, and he finally decided that it was best not to show any softening toward her. He finally rolled away from her to sit on the edge of the bed. He was not a heartless man, but he knew that they would both be better off if she didn't know that.

He snatched up fresh clothes from a small chest and donned them, pointedly ignoring her as he did so. Karina wondered at his swift change of mood, but maintained her silence. One moment he had been so passionate, and now he was able to easily dismiss her from his thoughts. She surmised that despite his earlier tenderness, he meant what he had said; she was nothing more than a means to an end for him, here to serve his pleasure until she gave him a child!

How she wished she could turn her own emotions off so quickly. He turned to her one more time and opened his mouth as if to say something. She refused to look at him, and he snapped his mouth shut, frowned at her and strode from the tent.

Karina turned away from the door and curled into a tight ball, where she cried in deepest despair. She couldn't keep her body from responding to his touch, and she knew a deep shame at her failure to remain aloof. She had enjoyed his lovemaking even more this time, and for that, she hated herself.

Please God, make me barren so I cannot bear him a child, she prayed fervently! Perhaps if he failed to get her with child right away, she might be able to convince him to return her to her father. A niggling doubt surfaced in the back of her mind at the thought. She doubted that he would have any trouble getting her with child.

The sound of the flap opening, brought her abruptly to her senses, and she snatched at the sheet to cover herself. She quickly brushed at the tears, not wanting him to see her crying. Instead, she turned to see Fatima hesitating, just inside the door of the tent. Finally, she approached and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Good morning, child. I see you have faired well."

The words were spoken with a questioning look, as her eyes quickly scanned Karina's face. Karina knew she must look very wanton, with her hair completely mussed and her lips still slightly swollen from his kisses. Even her skin gave off a rosy glow, as if it were declaring to the world that she had recently shared Richard's bed. She felt very ashamed.

"As well as can be expected, considering I am nothing more than his whore!" Karina choked on the words as she began to cry in earnest.

Fatima embraced her shaking shoulders and held her gently. She brushed her hair back from her face as she crooned softly. "There, there. Don't worry child. Things have a way of working themselves out."

Karina knew she meant well, but the other woman could never understand how she felt. Fatima waited until Karina looked at her, then she continued in a kind voice.

"I thought you might want a bath this morning."

The surprise was evident on Karina's face. "A bath? That would be lovely." Karina felt very dirty and wanted nothing more than to wash away every trace of what Richard had done to her.

Fatima smiled and indicated a small bundle of clothes she had brought into the tent. "Put these on. I know of a place where you can bathe in privacy." She held out the bundle to Karina, who took the clothes and looked at them with a frown.

"Where are my clothes?" she asked.

"Rashid wishes you to dress as one of us, while you are here. I have put your clothes away and brought you these in their place. They are a bit plainer, but certainly better suited for the desert heat than yours."

Karina could find no argument with her logic, and she nodded her agreement. "Give me a few moments to dress, and I will join you."

Fatima rose and walked to the door of the tent. "I will be just outside, waiting for you." She smiled and dropped the flap back into place behind her.

Karina wasted no time, but rose and began to don the new clothes. The dress was loose and flowing, quite different from her usual clothes. The material was soft cotton, in a deep shade of blue that enhanced her eyes, and the bodice and back were liberally adorned with colorful embroidery. There were no undergarments, and Karina suffered a few moments of uncertainty. She had never gone without the multitude of undergarments that most young ladies wore, but the soft cloth was pleasant against her skin, and she sighed in acceptance.

She eyed the long scarf for a moment until she realized it was meant to conceal her hair. She snorted and tossed it to the ground. She was not one of the villagers, and she refused to conform to their ways. A small pair of sandals fit her feet surprisingly well, and she noticed that Fatima had included a large towel, a bar of soap, and a brush in the items she had brought. Karina scooped them up and left the tent.

Fatima was waiting, as promised. "Come, my dear."

They walked side by side through the village, and Karina took note of her surroundings for the first time. The camp was nestled in a lush oasis amidst a small group of steep hills. The vegetation was sparse but luscious, and small clumps of trees provided welcome shade.

The camp itself was a collection of rectangular tents in various sizes and colors. Richard's tent was, by far the largest, and she assumed that was something to do with his rank as Sheik.

Karina's cheeks burned as she realized everyone else was staring at her. She couldn't meet their eyes. She was aware that they all knew what must have transpired in the tent. Fatima patted her hand reassuringly.

"There is no need to be ashamed, my dear. Hold your head up, for you have done nothing wrong."

"I am nothing more than his whore now!" Karina whispered the words as her cheeks flamed.

"No," Fatima shook her head firmly and stopped to face Karina. "You were brought here against your will and forced to do Rashid's bidding. As I have said, I wish I could change that, but what is done cannot be undone. Now, you can choose to accept what others might think of you, or you can hold your head high, with the knowledge that you are the one who has been wronged." She watched Karina carefully.

Karina sighed. This woman was treating her with respect, but she couldn't respect herself after she had responded so wantonly to Richard. However, she nodded slightly, and they resumed their walk.

Karina pretended not to notice the way the men's eyes watched her, assessing her for her worth in bed, no doubt! They spoke among themselves in Arabic as she passed by, and she heard them laugh over some crude remark, but none made a move toward her. She was Rashid's woman, and none of them would trespass.

The women of the village looked at her, and then looked away, maintaining their silence. However, one woman continued to stare at Karina, and her eyes shone brightly with hatred. She was beautiful, with a trim figure and large, almond shaped dark eyes. Her features were delicate, and her full lips were compressed into a frown as she watched them walk by.

"Who is she?" Karina asked once they were out of earshot. "She looked as if she would like to strangle me."

Fatima sighed. "Her name is Samiya, and she is jealous of you, because she hoped that Rashid would make her his wife now that Ameena is gone. She lost her husband last winter, and she wasted almost no time before turning her attention to Rashid. Even though he has never shown the slightest interest in her, she fancies that he will grow to love her, now that Ameena is dead."

Karina digested this information, as they rounded some rocks, and climbed through sparse underbrush into a tiny clearing only ten or so feet in diameter. Water trickled down the side of one cliff, obviously coming up from an underground spring. The water collected in a series of shallow indentations in the smooth rock. All around, the cliffs rose sharply, and the only entrance to the clearing was the way they had come. Karina deposited her bundle beside one basin.

Fatima stayed at the entrance of the clearing. "Take as long as you like. We will have breakfast when you return." With that, she turned and left the clearing.

Karina felt self-conscious removing her clothing outdoors, but she reasoned that she was in a very private place after all. She shrugged slightly and pulled the dress over her head. She wet a small cloth and used it to work the soap into a rich lather. She scrubbed her body until her skin was rosy and pink. She managed to wash away the physical traces of what Richard had done to her, but she couldn't rid herself of the memories. Even now, her nipples hardened and her belly quivered when she thought about what he had done with her, what she had allowed him to do!

Angry with herself for her own weakness, she held her head under the water and began to wash her hair. When she had scrubbed until her scalp tingled, she spread her hair beneath the gently flowing water to rinse the soap from the long silken tresses.

Finally, she felt fairly clean, and she leaned back against the rocks and closed her eyes to relax for a few moments as the water trickled over her. A small sound brought her eyes flying open, and she stared into the smoldering depths of emerald green eyes, as Richard stood over her. His eyes dropped, and Karina groaned in frustration before crossing her arm over her breasts. She gave him a haughty glare, as he grinned at her.

"Do you need any help with your bath, my sweet?" His innocent suggestion did little to hide the lust in his eyes.

"Am I to have no privacy from you? How dare you intrude upon my bath!"

She groped for the towel while trying to cover herself from his gaze. Finally, she released another frustrated groan and managed to snatch the towel and wrap it quickly around her, completely compromising her modesty in the process. He took full advantage of her quandary, as he enjoyed the display of ivory limbs and soft curves. She turned her back on him and, using the towel to shield her as much as possible, she hurriedly dried her rosy skin.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he merely smiled, letting his eyes skim her shapely legs below the towel. "As I have told you already Karina, you are my possession. I will enjoy you whenever the mood strikes me."

She gave him a heated glare from over her shoulder and silently fumed as she reached for her dress. Possession, indeed! How she hated him for his arrogance. She longed to take him down a peg or two, but she had yet to find a chink in his armor. She turned away from him again, but had to yield one more view of her naked back, as she dropped the towel and pulled the dress over her head.

His eyes missed not one detail of her hurried toilette, and he felt a familiar tightening in his loins at the lovely sight. Damn! He had taken her only an hour or so ago, and he already wanted her again. He finally looked away, determined not to show any softening toward her. It would definitely not do for her to realize the effect she had on him!




Sweet Revenge Ch. 03



Tommy was naked and alone in his bedroom. He was about to go into the adjacent bedroom to have sex with his sister Jennifer who was currently sharing her bed with her naked parents. He could clearly hear the sound of their lovemaking through the thin partition wall. At this thought his swelling cock became even more erect.

His sexual reverie was broken by the chimes from the front door bell.

"Fuck," he said out loud, quickly dressing himself. His father though was quicker as he rushed past Tommy's doorway and, taking the stairs two at a time, opened the door to two police officers.

"Mr Caldew?"

"Yes, officers – how can I help you?"

The nearest officer spoke in a serious tone, "We're checking on all dark colored vehicles registered to owners within a five mile radius to the accident that happened in Wisteria Lane a few days ago. You're probably aware of the accident I'm referring to."

"Yes, I am. But what has it to do with me?"

"You have a daughter," he continued, checking his notes, "Jennifer Caldew, who owns a black ford coupe registered at this address. We're to inspect the vehicle for any damage and also have a quick word with her as to her whereabouts at the time of the accident."

Tommy overheard these words from his position at the top of the stairs. Quickly realizing that Jennifer probably didn't have an alibi he ran down the hall to her room. She was just finishing pulling up her jeans and alone.

"Jen, it's the police. They're here to talk to you about where you were when David Henderson got hit by your car."

She gasped, "You told them I was involved?"

"No of course I didn't tell them that. They're here as a matter of routine because you own a dark colored car, that's all."

"Christ, what do I say?"

"Tell them you were with me. You left the sorority house and as you drove home you saw me out walking; picked me up and we both went to the movies together. There's no damage to the car is there?"

"No. Not a mark on it. What was the movie we saw?"

"'The Sixth Sense.' It stars Bruce Willis who's a disheartened child psychologist. He's sought out by a young boy who reckons he can talk to spirits that don't know they're dead."

They talked for a few more minutes as they coordinated their stories.

They heard their father call out from the bottom of the stairs, "Jennifer, could you come down here please."

Jennifer went downstairs and spoke to the two police officers and then it was Tommy's turn to talk with them. Happy with their corroboration they looked at Jennifer's car. Seemingly appeased they thanked the Caldew's for their time and drove off.

The whole family sat in the lounge in subdued silence.

Alicia was the first to speak, "Well, at least we had nothing to do with that poor child's injuries. I understand that he's going to make a full recovery."

Jennifer spoke quietly and distinctly, "Not quite mom. I was at the wheel of my car when I hit poor David. I'd been drinking. Both dad and Tommy know this and they have video evidence of the whole thing."

Alicia looked first at Jason then Tommy then back to Jennifer. "You mean you ALL lied to the police?"

Jennifer and Tommy together chorused, "Yes, mom."

Jason said, "I can understand you being upset Alicia and I for one wanted to immediately punish Jennifer for what she had done. But she's only very young and going to prison would not only punish her it would also punish the whole family. She has said she is sorry and that this type of behavior from her will never happen again. I think we should move on and put this episode behind us. What do you say, hon?"

Alicia said nothing but looked at the floor as if contemplating what to say next. "Where's the video, Tommy?"

"It's in my room."

"Go get it, now."

Tommy did as he was told and quickly returned with the cassette.

"Put it in the VCR and play the tape."

They all sat in silence as the screen filled with images of Jennifer's transgressions. At the final scene Alicia said loudly to all of them, "This cassette and,"directing her gaze at Tommy,"any copies, are to be destroyed, then and only then will this sad and sorry episode be at an end. 

Are we all clear on this?" Silence. Loudly she said, "Are we clear?"

Tommy and Jennifer said in unison, "Yes, mom." Jason replied, "Yes, Alicia."

Tommy left the room and gathered together the two remaining hidden cassettes. Jason took the cassettes to the garage where he used a large hammer to destroy the tapes that were then put in the trash can.

************

The next few weeks were an awkward time for the whole family, that is, until the unexpected arrival of Ava.

Alicia's eighteen-year-old cousin, Ava, lived in Sacramento, California. She arrived at the Caldew residence unannounced and with little luggage at a time when only Tommy was home.

Opening the front door he said, "Hi, can I help you?" appraising a five foot ten, one hundred and ten pound, beautiful girl with long, straight, black hair, deep tanned skin and the most amazing, deep blue eyes.

"Any time you like. I'm guessing you're my first cousin, Tommy, right?"

"Yeah, and you are?"

"I'm Ava, your cousin from Sacramento."

"Oh... yes... Ava, sorry... it's been a while and you... you're all grown up. And in all the right places too," he said, staring longingly at her wonderful breasts that were pushing out her skin tight, plain yellow t-shirt.

Following Tommy's gaze, she replied, "Yeah, Tommy and no, there's no silicone in these," grinning at her own joke.

"Come on in Ava and hey... let me get your case for you," he said, his eyes examining the well rounded contours of her ragged denim cut-offs, her perfect thighs and long, very long, shapely legs. "Go through to the lounge on your left."

Tommy made them both a cold drink and they sat chatting for over an hour before Alicia showed up with the weeks groceries. She was surprised to see her cousin and held back from questioning her as to why she should suddenly appear at their door.

The afternoon flew by as they all sat around chatting. Tommy suggested that Ava have his room in which to stay, as the fourth bedroom had no bed and at the moment was more of a box room for storage. Alicia agreed and she set about organizing new bed linen while Ava unpacked her clothes and toiletries.

By six o'clock everyone was home and had been introduced. A light evening meal was followed by more talk and lots of alcohol. It was this that loosened Ava's tongue and the story surrounding her arrival.

Apparently, her mother's new husband also had a liking for younger girls and Ava had put up with a lot of unwanted attention, sexual innuendo and groping. It eventually led to an angry scene with her mother and stepfather. Ava opted to move out and live with her girlfriend which survived around three months before Ava had called it a day. Her girlfriend had proved much too demanding in the bedroom.

"You're gay?" asked Alicia.

"Sure but I also like guys so I guess I'm what you would call bi-sexual or 'bi' for short."

"Ava, I think you are going to fit in here just fine. We all have a high regard for sexual awareness whether it be straight or gay. We're a pretty liberated household."

"Well, it's good to hear that Alicia, as my vibrator is kinda noisy so I hope it won't intrude too much."

"I doubt that it's any louder than when Jennifer cums during her Sunday morning sexual exercise period."

"Mom," cried Jennifer, blushing furiously, she continued, "I think that's my cue for bed." With that, she kissed her parents goodnight, blew a kiss at Tommy and left the room.

Ava yawned and said, "I'm pretty bushed myself, so, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to bed as well." She wished them all a good night's sleep, again thanking Alicia and Jason for allowing her to stay and went to her room.

"Well, I guess honey that we ought to leave Tommy on the couch so his right hand can get to work before he too falls asleep."

"Jason, don't be so mean to your son. I'm sure he won't mind spending some time in our bed tonight. The thought of our ravishing cousin playing with her pussy, alone in her room, down the corridor from me, has made my pussy tingle. After all the recent events I think it high time that we had some serious sex of our own. Don't you agree, honey?"

"Sure, honey, providing Tommy is willing to miss some sleep."

"You're sure about this... mom... dad?"

"We are if you are, son?" 

In reply Tommy got up, kissed his mother on the lips and made his way upstairs to the bathroom. He quickly showered, allowing his parents some time to prepare for bed. When he eventually walked into their bedroom Jason was lying on the left side of the bed with Alicia in the middle. 

This left room for Tommy to lie on the right hand side. He guessed that mom was going to be the 'meat in their sandwich.'"

Once Tommy was in bed under the light sheet, Alicia rolled onto her left side and played out a long passionate kiss with Tommy allowing him to become relaxed with what was a delicate situation. Meanwhile, Jason was busy with his fingers between Alicia's legs. His tongue explored her ears, his lips planted long lingering kisses on her neck and shoulders. Her breasts were Tommy's area of expertise as he teased her nipples to full arousal using just the palms of his hands, lifting and weighing her large globes, pressing and gently squeezing them to send waves of pleasure to her sensitive clitoris.

'Oh, my word,' she thought, 'this is so erotic. The two, most loved, men in my life are pleasuring my body and it feels incredible.'

Alicia grasped the circumsized cock of her son and rhythmically moved her hand up and down his turgid shaft. She still could not believe the size of him and how much pleasure she had received from it on the previous occasion that they had sex. It was time for some more pleasure. She was wet between her thighs. Tommy felt her position the head of his cock at her entrance and pushed closer to her. Alicia's right hand moved around to pull Tommy's buttocks towards her and impale herself on his engorged penis. As the bulbous, purple gland slipped easily inside her she gasped audibly, "Aghh, sweetheart, that feels sooo good. I'm so full it hurts sooo wonderfully."

Tommy passionately kissed his mother, probing her mouth with his tongue and entwining it with hers. 'God,' he thought, 'this is so amazing. Keep it slow or you're gonna cum too soon.' He pressed his prick deep into her vagina, feeling every inch of her pink, velvety smoothness; her warmth and wetness enticing him to ejaculate in a continuously erotic, pleasure explosion.

Jason threw back the bed sheet. It was much too hot and he wanted to witness his wife and son's coupling.

He had long since been erect from the deft ministrations to his wife's body. He toyed expertly with her wanton clitoris and his slick sticky fingers touched and probed her anal passage, first with one finger then with two fingers. He was even now aligning his slick cock, with its red bulbous head, to enter her rear channel. Alicia felt the head prod then slip inside her anus. In no time he thrust his cock to the opposite rhythm of his son's. Both men experienced the touch of each other's prick through the delicate skin membrane that separated her vagina and anus.

Who would cum first?

Alicia it was who cried out, "Yesss... oh, yesss," as she orgasmed; warmth enveloped her lower abdomen rippling throughout her entire body. Almost simultaneously both men flooded her insides with hot spunk, drenching her internally. They continued pumping into her as she milked them with her vaginal and anal muscles.

"Oh my god, mom, that was so beautiful," said Tommy, his prick deflating and slipping from her. He kissed and tightly embraced her sweat sheened body.

Jason also wrapped his arm around them both, lightly biting Alicia's ear lobe and kissing her neck in appreciation of their erotic coupling.

************

That evening, while sitting in the lounge, Ava and Jennifer had been considering making more than just eye contact. At one point, they both left the room to use the bathroom. Both entered the same downstairs bathroom.

Unashamedly, Ava sat on the toilet bowl with her cut-offs and delicate pink, lace thong, around her ankles; the only sound in the room was the delicate tinkling of running water. Her deep blue eyes locked with Jennifer's own misty gray eyes.

As the tinkling sound ceased, Jennifer bent and whispered close to Ava's ear, "Let me wipe you."

She reached for the toilet paper, unraveled some tissue paper from the wall holder and kneeling on the floor in front of Ava she used the paper to wipe her glistening pussy lips. Her lips puffed up to her tender touch. Her lips ached for more attention; much more attention. Leaning forward, Jennifer placed a hand on each of Ava's warm, silken, naked thighs, leaning further forward, her face level with Ava's, her hair shrouding their faces, she gently kissed her lips. Jennifer's senses reeled as the room filled up with Ava's jasmine scent.

With both hands Ava took hold of Jennifer's face and lifted her lips away from hers. She whispered, "That was the most erotic kiss I have ever experienced. Now it's your turn to pee."

They swapped places and Jennifer let a stream of water run into the bowl.

"My turn," said Ava, wrapping a wad of toilet tissue around her fingers. Stepping in front of Jennifer and leaning across her she rested her left hand on the low window ledge, then leaned down to run her tissue wrapped hand up and down Jennifer's lewd, wet slit. Jennifer gasped inwardly at this most intimate contact, her eyes locked with Ava's and she mewled in the back of her throat. Ava flicked her head and her hair cascaded into Jennifer's face. She allowed the wet tissue to drop from her fingers into the bowl but continued to subtly rub Jennifer's outer labia.

Up and down, up and down. Ava's thumb flicked her clitoris then rubbed gently, expertly, at her opening slit. Her clitoris took on a new slickness. An aroused opening that became sensitive to all of her sexual senses. Now, Jennifer's mewling turned to a guttural groan of pleasure. Jennifer lifted up her arms and used both hands to cup the most exquisite ass she had ever felt. The orbs she held were firm but soft, they felt warm but cool in the night air, smoothness and roundness combined to arouse her just from her touch. Jennifer drew Ava towards her and let both hands drift slowly down her thighs to the back of each knee. Her fingers trailed a delicate web of intricate patterns behind her knees. 

Ava's knees buckled under this erogenous zone onslaught, her Mons inches from Jennifer's face. A tongue snaked out and lashed her clitoris then penetrated her inner folds. Ava's sexual senses were alive, her clitoris on fire, she pressed her lower abdomen into Jennifer's face and came so hard it felt like an explosion in her mind.

"Aghhhhh," she cried out, stifling the cry with her free hand. Floating down from this surprising orgasm her deep blue eyes spoke volumes as she gazed mistily back at Jennifer.

************

Now, as Jennifer shut her bedroom behind her, she had an overwhelming impulse to hold Ava in her arms and never let her go.

'Ava,' she thought, 'I do believe that you're changing my life.'

************

Jennifer couldn't sleep. Apart from the noise of sex from her parent's bedroom, she couldn't erase the picture in her mind of Ava in the toilet leaning over her and expertly rubbing her wet, sensitive, pussy lips with her fingers.

At some point Jennifer must have dozed off; then, while lying on her back, she awoke. She was aware of someone standing next to her double bed.

Ava whispered, "I'll leave if you don't want me here but I don't believe you'll send me away."

Jennifer felt the presence of Ava's body depress the mattress next to her and she moved over to allow Ava more room. The coolness of her new space provided proof to her that she was not dreaming. Ava's refreshed jasmine scent pervaded her senses with a joy that she was sharing the same bed with someone to whom she was becoming very attracted.

Jennifer whispered, "Ava?"

There came a whispered reply, "Yes, Jennifer?"

"I don't ever want to send you away. In fact, I think I'm beginning to fall in love with you."

"It could just be lust that you feel towards me."

"Then let's lust together," Jennifer replied.

"Where shall we start?"

"Kiss me but kiss me passionately. Show me that you care." Throwing off the covers, Jennifer rolled onto her side to face Ava. Her right arm snaked out and tightened around Ava's curvaceous back.

Jennifer held warm, naked, smooth skin. "My god, Ava you're naked in my bed. You really do care for me don't you?"

Ava said nothing. She inched closer, and, holding Jennifer's face in both hands, she planted a kiss of immeasurable sensitivity on Jennifer's pliant lips. Ava's overwhelming passion producing a single tear that slowly rolled down her cheek. Her moisture mingled with the light sheen of rising passion forming on Jennifer's face.

She moved across to straddle Jennifer; continuing to kiss her inflamed lips with an increasing intensity that had Jennifer gasping. Ava's lips lifted from Jennifer's lips and they moved first to her neck and throat then inched their way down to find her right nipple. It stood hard and proud to the delight of her wet tongue that circled her large, pink areola producing a visual spiders web effect and stoked a fire within Jennifer's clitoris. Hot lips clamped onto her nipple and tugged sending a signal of sensuous arousal to her already inflamed clit. Jennifer's hands clenched the bed sheet.

Ava released the nipple then shifted her hands, maneuvering her body to align her lips with Jennifer's other nipple. This was grasped lovingly between Ava's teeth. Jennifer's body shivered.

Ava slowly moved down over Jennifer's prone body. Her lips kissing and her tongue licking their way between Jennifer's cleavage down over her rib cage and the hollows of her tummy to caress and excite an area just above her shaven Mons. She sensed an aroma of sweet muskiness. She pushed aside Jennifer's thighs to allow her access to her pleasure button and the seeping moisture from her wanton slit.

Her hands caressed and squeezed Jennifer's large breasts. Occasionally, rhythmically tugging on her nipples; holding them between her index and forefingers, eliciting a groan from Jennifer's continually open mouth.

Ava did not immediately lash Jennifer's wanton slit with her tongue but grazed delicate kisses around her surrounding inner thighs getting closer and closer on each circuit to her puffy labia. When eventually her tongue licked her slit up and over her sensitive clitoris Jennifer lifted her beautiful bottom from the sweat stained bed sheets, groaning her gratitude. A barrier was breached and moisture leaked steadily onto Ava's tongue which lapped the delicious nectar from Jennifer's tender, inflamed cunt.

Her tongue delved into the innermost folds of her darkest, pink flesh.

Jennifer moaned and writhed in ecstasy.

Ava moved her left hand down to touch and hold open the hood cloaking Jennifer's clitoris. Her tongue snaked out and tickled the sensitive bud that bloomed within. Her right hand now fingered the sensitive area between her cunt and puckered dark brown hole. As her juices wept down to her anus Ava used the moisture to lubricate her secret hole eliciting an intense moan from Jennifer.

Her finger eventually swept round her puckered hole and penetrated her anus.

Pushing her finger back and forth and lashing her clitoris with her tongue soon had Jennifer writhing to a sensual sexual release. Jennifer's body twice jerked and shuddered as she moaned into her pillow. Wave after wave of fiery pleasure swept through her belly, radiating throughout her body to the tips of her toes.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 03



Ava stopped her ministrations allowing Jennifer some time to recover.

Eventually Jennifer pushed herself up into a sitting position as Ava too moved around to sit with her back to the headboard.

Whispering into the night Jennifer said succinctly, "That was the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. No way am I letting you leave this room without first giving you what you have just given me. If I had known how much pleasure a girl can give another girl I would... well... Ava, lust or love, I'm not letting you out of my sight." She turned and kissed Ava in such a way it captivated Ava's heart.

Jennifer thought, 'Perhaps there is such a thing as love at first sight. This girl has surely made my heart sing.'

Breaking off their kiss Jennifer said, "Lie on your back, it's time I gave your body some well-deserved attention."

Ava scooted down the bed and awaited Jennifer's adept fingers and tongue that soon had her body and mind singing a melody of love. Her muffled cries of orgasmic exaltation brought their evening's lovemaking to a satisfying end.

They slept together wrapped in each other's arms. The aroma of sex a subtle reminder of the love they held for one another.

************

A befuddled Tommy awoke to find his hand between Alicia's thighs. The warmth from her shaven mons issued a delightful aroma of sex from their lovemaking the previous evening.

He needed to pee; his erect, hard prick attesting to that fact.

Slowly extracting his hand from between his mother's warm, smooth thighs he eased himself out of bed and went along the hall to the bathroom. His rampant cock swaying wildly as he walked. He opened the door of the bathroom.

An almost naked Ava looked up, from her sitting position on the toilet seat, to the sight of an extremely large, erect cock followed by its disheveled owner.

"Good morning, big boy," she said, wiping her satisfied pussy, "give me a moment and then you can do whatever you came in here for."

"Ava. I'm so sorry," replied an embarrassed Tommy, watching Ava's well-endowed body bend down and pull up her pink thong, each breast briefly squashed on each of her naked thighs, "the door wasn't locked and..."

"It's fine, Tommy; my fault entirely. Don't sweat," she said, depressing the flush button.

A wide awake Tommy moved aside to let Ava pass which is when two things happened. His penis brushed against her naked thighs and her proud breasts lightly brushed Tommy's hairy chest.

"Tommy..."

"Ava... I..."

The next moment Tommy had clasped Ava to him and their lips mashed together in a way that had Ava gasping for air.

Tommy's first thought was one of profound sexual excitement, in that he held such a wonderful, almost nude female, firmly in his arms. His second thought was that his penis was wondrously enclosed tightly between the juncture of her warm thighs. Thirdly that her full lips tasted of his sister's juices or certainly another females juices.

Continued...



Sweet Revenge Ch. 03



*Author's note-This is mine. This is the final chapter of the Sweet Revenge trilogy. If you haven't read the first two I suggest you do so. I hope you enjoy, and again this contains non consent, I do not condone it, and do not go out and do it. *

'...' thoughts

Chapter 3 - The Aftermath

I was arrested outside of my apartment. I'd just come back from a little "vacation" I took after my visit with Emily. She told the cops 2 weeks after I left her laying naked beside her house. They got evidence and came for me.

The little harlot promised she wouldn't tell, and now, I'm being sent to 8 years in prison for kidnap, assault and rape. My anger started to grow then, planning to keep my promise of getting her because she told.

***

After my months of research on Emily, I came to learn about some things in her family. The reason she lives with her grandparents is because 6 years ago her father was sent to jail on the count of murder, and her mother commited suicide shortly thereafter. 

The thing that the court either failed to realize, or neglected to change, was the fact that the prison I am sentenced to is also where her father is housed. I know from my watching of his daughter that she visits him ever other weekend, so he most likely knows what I've done, and he'll most likely get back at me for it.

***

Being led to my cell by the guard in a way is humiliating, I'm in shackles, do they expect me to try to eat the guy's face? He lets me in, unlocking the big iron door, it swinging mournfully before me, foreshadowing my next 8 years. He undoes my bindings, and gestures for me to enter my prison. I walk in slowly, savouring the last feel of "freedom" and I sit on my bunk, resting my head on my hands, and notice I have a cell mate. 

He's laying on his bunk with his eyes closed, breathing evenly, either asleep or relaxing but either way not paying attention to me as I study him. He's tall, about 6'7 compared to my 5'8, jet black hair, well muscled and tattoos covering his right arm. 

He doesn't stir as I watch him distrustfully. I do not expect my time here to be a happy one, and this guy looks vaguely familiar with the shape of his nose and cheekbones. 

Finally he moves, turning and getting off his bed and coming to me. 

"So, you're the new guy huh?" He inquires. I nod. "What are you in for?" I smile slightly. "Things..." I see a light dancing behind the mans gaze as he offers me his hand. 

"My name is Corey Wolfe, you must be Jon Krauss." He says it positivly, a smile playing across his face, my heart stops. 'My...cellmate is Emily's father...Fuck!'

I sit petrefied as he comes closer. "Speechless I see, well, that's too bad, from what my daughter tells me you don't like it when people don't answer you." 

All of a sudden he draws back his fist, it comes hurdling towards me before I have time to move. He gets me across my jaw, knocking me flat on the bed. He crawls on top of me, his dick poking into my backside. 

"I'm going to do to you what you did to my daughter you sick fuck, and I'll make you like every bit of it."

"You're not going to make me like shit." I try to sound tough but fail as I try to struggle away and he puts more of his weight onto me. "Me and my buddies will have fun with you." I freeze.'Buddies...?'

"Hey, break it up you two, 'less you wanna go in isolation." A guard beats onto the cell bars. Corey gets off of me as I sigh in relief. I rub my face where he hit me, feeling a slight lump forming there. Then I hear him whisper. "I will get you, and I will do it soon."

I shudder as he walks back to his bunk, lays down, and pretends as if nothing happened.

***

I lie awake, fearing when he'll get me. He knows everything I did to his daughter, and I can only imagine his retribution. 

Nothing happens for weeks, he's cordial when forced to but otherwise ignores me. Although, every once in a while, I see him and his friends looking over at me, pointing and sniggering. 

I fear what will become of me, but at the same time, wish it would just get itself over with, so I can get done with my 8 years, and then be back for his daughter.

One day I see him looking, and I turn and wave to him , smiling at the dumbfounded look on his face. What I don't see is that expression melts into anger.

***

Every few weeks the guards pair us off to go and do community service, picking up trash and whatnot. We are kept under close watch, but the guards today are grouchy, and if you are good enough, can bribe them to let you alone for a few hours.

As they call names, partnering people off, it finally comes to me, and who should be my partner of course? Corey Wolfe. 

I shudder as he comes over to me and smiles maliciously. I don't like that smile, it means he has a plan...and a plan about me.

***

I stab another can and put it in my bag. I wipe the sweat from my forehead on the back of my sleeve, we've been doing this for hours, and its swealtering. Corey hasn't done anything, we've done nothing but work, with an occassional break, I saw him talking earlier with a guard and felt my pulse race, but nothing seemed to come of it.

Oh how wrong I was.

During our next break, I went to get a water bottle from the cooler and stand to the side, close to the tree line. I don't see as Corey sneaks into the trees and then wraps his arms around me, one around my mouth, the other across my chest, and starts dragging me in. I try to fight back, but he's strong. 

He drags me through the trees, my feet trying to gain some traction against the ground so I can still his progress. We go deep, I can no longer see our faction and their noises are muffled by distance, then he releases me, throwing me onto the ground.

"Mr. Krauss, its good to see you again. My daughter sends her reguards." He chuckles as I stand and he pushes me over again.

"Stop. Damn it!" I try to push back when he tries again, but he grabs my arm and twists it behind my back. "I told you I would get you. This, and what happens during your stay here, is revenge for my daughter."

"Go fuck yourself Wolfe, like I did your daughter."

He forces my arm farther up my back, making my eyes water. He doesn't say anything, but I can practically feel the anger and hatred, and possibly a little bit of pain, emminating from him. Just then, he spins me around and I'm on my knees in front of him. Then he pulls something from his jumpsuit, and I stare at it in fear, and a hint of amusement.

Its a shank, a real, honest to God shank. It looks like sharpened plastic of some kind, but it looks extremly durable. He puts it to my throat. "Try anything, and you'll just be another life I have taken." I swallow loudly. I know he means it, when he was arrested, he killed 20 people in cold blood.

Then he starts to unzip his jumpsuit, he's wearing nothing underneath as he shimmies it to his ankles. I stare transfixed at his cock, its massive, about 10 inches, and the girth is horrifying. Some part of my mind takes a hit on my manhood, my 7 inches and little over average girth paled by comparison to this monster.

He puts a hand on the back of my head, urging me forward, I resist of course, not wanting that thing anywhere near my face. The shank is pressed harder to my throat, and I freeze. He takes the opportunity to come forward and press his dick to my lips. 

"Open Krauss." I simply stare at him, having no intention to do so. Then he pulls my hair, making me gasp in agony, and before realizing my mistake, he shoves more than half in my mouth and down my throat. I gag around him, my eyes watering, as he starts face fucking me. 

He pounds into my mouth, I'm drooling, and doing all I can not to throw up. He moans as I continuosly gag around him., while he shoves himself down my esophogus. 

I dare not bite him, or entirely resist, he still has his weapon pressed to my jugular, and I have no wish to die. So I just kneel there and take it, although all I want to do is spit the damn thing out, and wash the overly salty taste of his cock from my mouth.

He glides his dick in and out of my throat, I'm not gagging as much now, and he's shoved his whole member into my mouth by then. He has a rythme. He shoves himself all the way in, cutting off my oxygen, and vigourously fucks my throat, then he pulls all the way out, allowing me the breathe, before shoving himself back in.

My nose is almost constantly planted in his black pubic hair, absorbing his smell unwillingly. He has that musky man smell you get inbetween showers, and he has that sex smell coming from our current activity.

I feel his balls tightening on my chin, and he starts pumping faster, allowing me less time to breathe, I hear him growling slightly in the back of his throat before he grunts, pushing forward, and holds my head down his spasming cock. I try not to, but for fear of drowning, I start to swallow his load. He shoots spurt after spurt of cum into my mouth, somehow, I manage to swallow all of it.

Then he pulls back, slapping his softening cock across my mouth and cheeks. "Good job Jon." he chuckles slightly and starts to pull his clothes back on. 'That's it? I'm done?' I start to feel relief flood through me, I thought his revenge would be much worse, and I could handle what he did easily. 

He starts walking away, leaving me. He waves his hand without looking back but saying. "I'll see you later Krauss."

I freeze. 'Shit.'

***

Once we got back, I was expecting him to do something else, he didn't however. For the next few days, he went back to our old routine, cordial but mostly ignoring me, pretending as if what happened in the woods never happened, which was fine for me of course. I would gladly forget that ordeal.

I pass my time by thinking of his daughter, what I'll do to her when I get out. My imagination running wild after what her father did to me, because of her telling him. I plan to get Emily, and I plan to do something even worse than I did the last time I saw her.

I always think of these things at night, when I'm laying in my bunk while Corey lies across from me in his. I can't help but feel a slight sense of satisfaction of thinking of his daughter with him right there in the room with me, feels like a sort of payback.

For days after the blowjob, nothing happens, til one night when one of the guards gets sick, and the rounds are changed, it takes longer for anyone to pass by my prison. I start to feel nervous...will Corey do anything?

***

Its dark, the sun set over an hour ago, and its "nighttime" in the prison. This is the time everyone has to go to bed, I've been laying here for what seems like forever, just staring at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep but failing. 

I'm waiting for Corey to try something, but it seems as if he is asleep, it doesn't ease my mind however. He is a clever one.

I hear the guard coming and I quickly close my eyes, breathing evenly as if asleep. He shines his light in on us, looking to see if we are doing anything we shouldn't. He sweeps its across the room a few times before the light disappears, and I hear him walking off until his footsteps fade.

Just then I feel a weight on top of me, pinning me down. My eyes fly open. Corey is laying on top of me smiling. "What the hell are you doing?" I try to struggle, then I notice he's naked. I try to scream, but then he shoves one of his socks into my mouth, then ties another around me so I can't spit the other out. My protests are muffled, and can barely be heard. The guard won't be back for another hour, and Corey can do what he likes to me within that time. He unzips my suit, and slips it down my arms but otherwise leaves it on.

He winds the arms of his jumpsuit around my wrists, securing them together, then he flips me over onto my stomach and presses against me. I feel his erection between my asscheeks. 'God, no! Please not this!'

I try to struggle away from him, but its futile, he's strong, and he overpowers me easily. He grabs my jumpsuit again and starts to pull it down til its just below my ass. I try to tell him to stop, and to yell for help, but its garbled from the socks, and comes out nothing more as simple. "Hmph's" I can do nothing to get away, or draw attention to myself, I'm fucked...in more ways than one.

I hear a slurping sucking sound behind me as he start to suck on his forefinger, coating it with his saliva. Then I feel it pressing against my ass, and I start to thrash around under him, he keeps me still easily as he roughly shoves his finger inside. My agonized moan is muffled as he breaks through my tight muscles, stretching the ring painfully with his large finger, he starts pumping and I try to wriggle away gasping, he just grabs my hip and pulls me down, keeping me still.

He keeps me in place as he stretches out my tight ring of muscles, even through my struggles, I can't get away from him. I groan as he inserts a second finger. "Now, do you know how my daughter felt when you got to her? You bastard? Do you?" With each question he pumps harder, my ass starts to throb and I grunt in pain.

Then I feel him pull his fingers out and he positions himself behind me. I whimper when I feel his cockhead press against me. "Please...stop..." I try to say around the sock in my mouth, but he seems to hear me as I feel the bunk shake as he chuckles. "You didn't listen to Emily when she begged for you to stop."

With that he starts to force his way in. My screams are muffled in my gag as my ass stretches painfully around him. He shoves 10 inches in my previously virgin ass. I try to push him out, but he continues pressing forward disregaurding my struggles. 

My hands claw at the bed as he violates my ass. Then I feel him still about half way in, and he starts to ease back out. Relief floods through me, a guard must be coming by or he wouldn't be stopping. My calm is shattered when he rams himself in, going balls deep in one stroke.

I let out a blood curdling scream, which is muffled by my gag, as pain wracks through my body, spots dance before my eyes as he hits home. My muscles try to force him out, but he stays firm, keeping his dick firmly in my deflowered ass. 

My ass feels like its being torn apart, his thigh squishing my balls against me adding more pain to the experience. I try to scream again for help but its futile. He starts to gently ease out of me again and I hear him groan. "Damn Krauss, you're so fucking tight." He grunts as he plunges back in and then he repeats the process. Pulling out slowly then plunging right back in. All the while I'm screaming for him to stop.

I cant help but notice that even though I don't want this, and it hurts like hell, I'm also starting to feel slight pleasure. 'Its from where hes rubbing against my prostate, that must be it.' 

As I stretch out more he starts gliding in and out faster, thrusting in harder and harder each time. I keep screaming at him, he just chuckles and wraps a fist in my hair and pulls my head back. He uses this as leverege to get even deeper.

I try wiggling away again but its in vain as I'm practically immobile. I notice that I don't feel any pain now, just pleasure. Is this what it feels lime when you body betrays you from an unwelcome invasion? Is this what I made Emily feel? 

I shake away the guilty thoughts. She did this to me, she ask for it and then gets me arrested, makes me lose everything. I glance back at her father my eyes narrowing. 'I will get her...I will kill your daughter.'

He's fucking me fast, his balls slapping against me. I then notice that my dick is hard, harder than its ever been. I'm mortified with this discovery, I cant be turned on by this.

Then I hear footsteps coming towards our cell. 'Finally, someone is coming to help me.' Wolfe doesnt stop and I cant help but think how stupid he is for not noticing or not caring. Then I notice it sounds like a pair of footsteps and I get slightly nervous. Two guard wouldn't be patrolling together, the jail is too understaffed for that.

They come to our cell and I see that its a guard and one of the inmates. The gag stiffles my scream as the guard opens the door letting him in and closing it back. Its one of Wolfe's friends, Charles is his name. 

"What took you so long Charlie?" Wolfe says looking over at his friends smirking, still violently thrusting into me. I see Charles start to take of his jumpsuit. "The guard I bribed took a bit more persuading, but I got him to come around. So I guess I get his mouth huh?" He stands in front of me now, completley naked and removes my gag. I'm too surprised to scream anymore.

"You said that's what you wanted after I told you of how good his throat is." I hear Charles laugh as he grabs a fistful of my hair with one hand, replacing Wolfe's, and grabbing his massive cock with the other. "I know, just making sure." J feel both mean softly chuckle as Wolfe continues to pound into my ass and Charles positions his cock over my lips about to invade my mouth.

"I better not feel any teeth, cumdump. " Charles says to me sternly. I loom at him and glare, then back to fear as he forces his cock into my mouth. He doesn't taste or smell all that bad, he must of showered recently. He shoves his cock in all the way, going down my throat and cutting off my air supply. Charles starts pounding into my throat in time with Wolfe. 

I feel violated, humiliated and sick, and at the same time my body is really turned on. 'Emily...'

'No shes the bitch that did this to me, she will pay.'

Both men are riding me for all its worth, and I start to unconsciously respond to their actions. I suck in my cheeks, getting my mouth tighter around Charles, and I start to swirl my tongue around him. I also start pressing back against Wolfe, meeting each of his thrusts, getting him even deeper than he was before.

"Well look at this, " Says Charles breathlessly. "He's already living up to his new name of cumdump." Wolfe smiles thrusting forward and I feel my ass really tear. My eyes water and I scream wordlessly around Charles' cock. "I know, I'm surprised I though he'd put up a fight, oh well, he's a whore anyway, he's probably enjoying this. 

I feel my blood running down to my balls and dripping on the bed. Wolfe uses it as more lubricant, shoving in even harder. The rip starts getting bigger, I bet my ass looks like a gaping hole.

I then start to feel Wolfe's cock twitch inside me and expand, and he starts to fuck me furiously, grunting and moaning with each thrust. I feel a pressure building in my own loins.

'Oh God, I'm about to cum, please don't let me...'

But its too late, I groan and shoot my load onto my blanket beneath me and I hear both men laughing hard. "Damn he really is a fucking slut, we're gonna have some fun with him the next few years." Says Charles and Wolfe grunts unable to speak as he comes.closer to his own release.

He fucks even faster until finally he thrusts forward hard, grabbing my hips getting himself even deeper, and he cums deep into my bowels. I can feel each jet of his seed as it shoots into me making more of my own cum dribble out. He stays that way for a moment, his cock twitching in my ass before it goes soft and slips out. He gets up and sits on his bunk then watches his friend continue fucking my mouth. "Might aswell enjoy the show now that I'm done Charlie. Have fun with him."

Charles grunts in response, forcing my head down on his cock, I can taste his precum as it spreads across my tongue. I feel blood and cum leaking out of my ass, a squirt of it jutting out everytime Charles thrusts. My throat tightens around him, wanting to feel him and at the same time, wanting him out and to finish quickly.

He pounds steadily into my mouth for what seems to me like hours, moaning and grunting as he cuts off my oxygen each time he sticks his dick down my throat. He pulls back once in awhile to allow me a breath before plunging back in. His grip tightens on my hair and he starts fucking me violently, not allowing me to breath anymore as he gets closer to cumming. His balls are tight against his body and my face now, and I feel his cock twitching.




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He gets faster and faster until finally he comes. He keeps the head in so he can fill my mouth with his hot, salty cum. The first two shots of his load end up in my mouth until he decides to pull out, letting the rest of it coat my face, hair and chest.

He grabs my chin, my mouth still full of his cum. "You better fucking swallow it." I glare at him in response until he pulls out a razor.blade and holds it to my throat. I quickly swallow, wishing the feel and taste would leave my mouth quickly.

"Good cumdump. You better get used to it, you are going to be our toilet for the duration of your stay here, so enjoy it whore." He says then calls for the guard to get him. Wolfe and Charles laugh and talk about the prospects of using me. I just curl into a ball, still naked and covered in cum and blood and curse myself for the enjoyment I felt during this.

***

My sentence is finally up, a part of me regrets having to leave. During my stay here, I was he perfect toilet. I'm now a cumdump. After all that time I'm addicted to the taste of cum and the feel of a cock fucking my ass or throat, or jacking off a guy. I take it all hungrily and willingly, craving it. 

Even though I enjoy it, I resent the one who made.me this way. And I will now be able to get her once and for all.

I had no money, so I used my new found skills to seduce a couple of men to get me where I needed. Emily's doorstep.

I waited until nightfall to break in. She was alone, there was an unknown man here that Id never seen with her before here earlier, but he left a few hours ago. I sneak in, she forgot to latch one of her windows and I slipped smoothly inside. 

She's in the living room, dozing on the coucb, a book lying on her chest and she snores softly. I pull out the long knife from my back pocket and place it against her throat. Her eyes fly open and shes lucky she doesn't jerk forward. 

"Hello Emily." I say pleasently. "Jo-jonathan?" 

It takes awhile to recognize my name, I'm so used to being called Toilet now that it seemed foreign to me.

I smile at her. "I told you what would happen to you if you told anyone, and here I am to deliver my promise."

"Please don't do this."

"Master...I mean... your father, didn't listen to my pleas the first night he fucked me, I'm sure as hell not going to listen to yours."

She starts crying. 

I feel my anger boiling and I press the blade into her throat, making a nice cut and she starts bleeding quickly, its nothing fatal of course, at least for now. "Don't cry you lying slut! You did this to me! You've made ne lose everything! You wanted me to fuck you in the first place! You just didn't want to loom like the skank you are, so you ruin MY life! You wont do this to anyone else you fucking whore! Now DIIIIIEEEEE!!!" I being the knife up above my head, planning to plunge it down into her heart, when all of a sudden I feel someone hit my side. I go flying across the room hitting my head on the fire place. "Emily you okay baby!?!" The mystery man from earlier shouts.

She mutters and affirmative, clutching her throat. My head is spinning and I feel somehing warming running down my neck. I try to stand and almost succeed before he comes over and relievers a swift kick to my face. He seems to get possessed and he continues kicking me, my stomach, my ribs, everywhere. I feel bones breaking and I cough up blood.

Finally she pulls him away telling him to stop. My world is fuzzy and I feel out of place. I can hardly breath, and it hurts to do even that. My world slowly goes dark as I see them embrace after her calls 911. He was her husband. This is the image I'm left with, two lover's embraced, one narrowly esacped death, crying on his shoulder telling him how much she loves him and he whispers it back.

The last thought before my.mind goes blank is, "I didn't keep my promise..."

*Feedback is appreciated. I hope you enjoyed this and the rest of the trilogy. I know it took awhile for me to post, but I was taking a short hiatus to collect my thoughts. I'm back now. And again, I hope you enjoyed.* 



Sweet Revenge Ch. 03



It was early morning, that time between the night and the dawn. The main street of the town was grey and deserted, the street lights glowing but giving no light. It felt strange to be here in the quiet of the morning. The sound of the birds was loud against the silence of the town, where during the day it was all bustle. But this was a Sunday morning and all the traders were elsewhere asleep. I had pulled up in the main street and we now sat in the car, Ernie and I in the front feeling very excited, and a bit nervous, Helena in the back probably feeling very nervous.

Again she had come at my command. On the phone she had abused me but still knew she would have to obey, there was no reprieve for her yet. I smiled, maybe never.

I look into the rear mirror, "And how many glasses of water have you drunk Helena."

"Four, just like you said, I'm almost bursting!"

"Good, well here's another one just to keep you topped up."

"I can't I'll burst."

"Yes you can."

I passed her the spiked bottle and made her drink it all down. I winked at Ernie, who smiled back. It was getting lighter, though it was still early, just after 5 am.

"Why are we here?"

Helena said as she sat in the back wearing only a skimpy nylon nightdress and sneakers. I had forced her to show me her intimate wardrobe the day before at her place. I did nothing else, just savoring the power I had over her, but also enjoying the feel of her intimate apparel, as I made her go through her drawers and cupboards. Her husband certainly liked her to dress erotically under her respectable Country Road exterior. I had checked out her underwear, some did little or nothing to hide her assets and I kept in mind how I could use them in the future. She had a number of "costumes" which I chuckled at as she blushed red when I fingered the flimsy items. And there were several night dresses from transparent full length, through to ones leaving her breasts uncovered. I finally selected one I though suited the occasion. 

I chuckled when I thought of her a short while ago scurrying from her house to my car lest one of her neighbors should catch sight of her! I could see her body in the rear view mirror through the item, her pale skin just becoming whiter in the increasing light. The darkness of her nipples was clearly visible under the nylon, whilst further down the start of her dark bush nestling between her thighs.

"For the exercise Helena, of course, right out you get, and face the car, then when I say go and not before, I want you to walk up this side of the road, up to Duke St and then cross over and walk back to opposite to where we are now.'

"You must be mad I'm stark naked or nearly, I can't do that, you can't make me. What if someone should see me?"

"Oh yes you can Helena and you will. And if I were you I'd think about going now as the longer you put it off the lighter its going to get and the more likelihood there is of someone being up."

She looked at me in the mirror, Ernie was grinning from ear to ear.

"Otherwise we can leave you here and Ernie and I will go back home."

"Bugger you!"

She wrenched open the door and got out. She was about to slam the door, but obviously thought better of it and left it open. Her body now clearly visible under the nightie which stopped at her hips in a fluffy ring leaving her naked from there down, her pubic triangle and the dark tips of her breasts contrasted even in this low light with the paleness of her body. Her full breasts forcing the front out swaying as she moved. She stood waiting for me to give her instructions, impatient to start.

"OK off you go, and walk don't run or I'll make you do it again."

Ernie focused the video on her as she hopped onto the sidewalk. I smiled as I watched her walking along the road her long legs naked from the bottom of the short nightie to her red socks and sneakers. The silly fluffy hem bounced on her hips revealing her naked buttocks. As she continued down the road her body was reflected in the windows of the big stores. She hurried along down the road looking around anxiously as she did so.

We had got out and Ernie continued to film her progress down the street. About a hundred metres down the road she perched on the edge of the kerb looking frantically around before hurrying across the road and then almost running up the other side. The light was much lighter now and we could clearly see her against the backdrop of the shopfronts. She walked back down the street and as she approached her bouncing tits became clearer as did her dark pubes under the fluffy edge She came parallel to us, and then in a flurry of bouncing tits ran across the road.

She was about to get into the car when I caught hold of her arm.

"Not so fast Helena, we haven't finished yet."

I reached into the car and fetched out her shoulder bag and shopping parcels. 

"Take off the nightie Helena, you won't be needing that now."

"What, are we continuing this farce?"

"Oh yes we've lots to do yet, so be quiet and do as you are told. Take off the nightie."

She reluctantly caught hold of the fluffy hem and pulled it up over her head, throwing it to me when she was finished, standing with her hands across her pubes. It was lovely to witness her standing in the middle of town stark naked.

"Take the bag and parcel, we want to take some shots of you shopping, and don't cover yourself."

She took the bag and slung it over her shoulder. The strap ran over the bare curve of her right breast. It was now light enough to clearly see her. Her nipples erect, her dark pubes exposed to the town.

We walked ahead of her, Eric filming as I guided him along the pavement. Again she was eager to rush, but I forced her to walk slowly. Firstly we looked into the windows of the stores and then into the smaller shops that lined the main drag. Helena became increasingly nervous as the day became lighter. We forced her again to cross the road and continued to proceed down the opposite side.

In the distance we could just make out the sound of a car being started. 

"Christ there's someone coming what am I going to do?"

"Wait."

I smiled at the thought of her panicking as the sound of the car being driven came nearer and nearer. Helena was frantic transfixed totally starkers. Fortunately for her it turned into the main street several blocks away and turned the other direction.

"We're going to get caught, I just know it."

Helena whimpered, huddling over in a vain attempt to hide herself."

"Stand up straight woman. That's better, let's go."

We continued to walk slowly down the other side of the road finally returning to the car. It was great. She again went to get into the car, but I caught her arm and ordered her to stand on the pavement.

"What now, I'll be seen, what will I say to my husband, please, please stop."

"Not yet we've still more to do, so don't whinge or we'll leave you here."

She stood waiting, her head bowed, totally submissive..

I reached into the car and from the glove box brought out a red leather dog collar. Coming over to Helena I clasped it around her perfect neck.

"Here we are Helena, we're going to take you for a walk now."

I also brought out from the car a lead which I clicked onto the ring in the collar. Helena was silent whilst I did this knowing by now it was hopeless to refuse me. I took her bag and parcels.

"You won't need these now."

As Ernie video us I walked her a few steps away form the car and then back again, pulling on the lead to emphasize her enslavement.

"Not quite dog like is it really Ernie. Come along Helena."

I pulled her along the road away from the safety of the car. Ernie filmed us from the side as I dragged her along.

"OK Helena down on all fours, like the bitch you are, quickly daylight is coming."

She bent over and placed her hands on the pavement. Ernie came around the back and through the camera lens could see the great view of her hairy vulva as she strained to hold the position.

"Come along, little doggy."

She was dragged along some more. Her ample breasts hung down and swung wildly as she crawled along. 

"Here we are at the corner, now Helena sniff the lamppost and then you're to crouch down and take a pee."

She looked as if she was about to argue but she knew there was no escape, her humiliation at this showed in her face. She approached the post and bent to sniff it. It made great footage. She then crouched and we could see her struggling to go.

"Come along Helena." 

I knew in the end she would as she must be bursting by now as the last drinks contained a diuretic. She crouched as we watched her and suddenly starting with a few tentative squirts that ran down her leg, it then flow like a hose out of the slit between her labial lips. All of this Ernie caught. It seemed to flow on for ever. Her urine formed a bigger and bigger puddle as the piss flowed out of her cunt. 

I smacked her sharply on the buttocks.

"Stop."

The shock made her stop, the flow lessened and then finished by dribbling down her thigh.

"Come along little doggie."

I tugged on the lead and led her further away from the car over the road and onto the marble steps of a statue of some famous founder of the town. There's nearly always one in every town a white marble affair with a skirt of white stone surrounded by a chain hanging from metal bollards. There was a fringe of grass around the central podium.

"When can we go! Quickly or we'll be caught for sure."

"Not yet, remember you're the little doggy."

I let go of the lead and made her face us and crouch down with her legs wide apart.

"Lean back and finish having a pee."

She did as I commanded her furry slit clearly visible in the dawn light.

"Part those lips Helena and let's see some action."

She reached down parted her labia revealing the pinkness of her vagina, suddenly the bladder let go and after a few short spurts the flow became an arc of piss streaming from her as she relieved the pressure that had built up.

It was glorious and all caught on camera. I checked my watch it was about time for the hormone to kick in, and surely enough I could see the hand parting her labia moving up to her clit as she succumbed once more to the sexual tension he hormone induced.

The stream of urine finally also paused and dribbled a bit before stopping completely. A few drips fringed her labia. She crouched her eyes closed as her excitement rose.

Her fingers became more urgent as they teased her.

I whispered something to Ernie and he dropped his shorts revealing her erect cock. I directed him to sit on the steps under the statue where he sat and fingered his cock. Helena started to moan as she enjoyed the sexual build up. 

"What would you like Helena?"

I whispered in her ear.

"I need fucking." she gasped, "please, now."

"There's a cock behind you Helena, go and sit on it, no face me."

She glanced around at Ernie's cock and as I watched, lowered herself onto the shaft and before I knew it was furiously pumping up and down on Ernie. Her naked fat tits were jumping up and down as she slid up and down. Breathing faster as she enjoyed the full feeling in her vagina, her fingers rubbed her clit, doubly pleasuring her body.

In the viewer of the camera I caught it all. Her debasement under the stern figure of marble, walking around gathering shots from different angles, some showing the main street in the background, where a bakery van up the road oblivious to us was delivering bread to a convenience store as Helena and Ernie fucked furiously on the steps, They came closer and closer.

"Argh..."

They both quivered as their mutual climaxes took over and then it was finished.

Ernie slid from under Helena who was still crouched her body wet with sweat, semen dripping from her cunt onto the marble.

"Well done boys and girls, now it's time to go. Come along." I reached down to Helena who was still dazed and having degraded her one more stage pulled her upright as we then made our way back to the car. Luck was certainly with us and the Bakery van had gone leaving the street empty. I threw a towel in the back seat for Helena to sit on and we left.

What a morning...

Wasn't that a treat Ernie?"

"Wonderful, although I don't think the mayor would be very happy."

"Maybe we should send him a sample of our video."

"Yes it was certainly memorable!"

We both laughed, as we sat enjoying Helena's further humiliation. She was now completely in our grasp and there was no way out for her.

We would return her home and as the second wave of sexual tension engulfed her I would fuck her up the arse on her own bed as she begged me, lovely.



Sweet Revenge Ch. 03



Karina donned the sandals and scooped the rest into a bundle and stalked toward the entrance of the clearing, with a regal toss of her head. Richard stood, feet planted firmly apart, directly in her path. She looked coldly into his eyes and raised a haughty brow.

"Would you mind getting out of my way?"

A long moment passed as he stared down at her, fighting the urge to pull her into his arms. Finally, he moved to the side and motioned for her to precede him. She did so with all the arrogance of a queen, as she tossed her head and stalked past him. He secretly admired her spirit, as he followed in her wake, enjoying the gentle swing of her hips as she walked. He smiled to himself. Having a mistress had its advantages, and he intended to enjoy each one of them! He would be spending the next several months with her in his bed, and he mentally grinned as he resolved to make good use of the time. He could hardly wait to get her back to the tent!

***********

William Sinclair paced restlessly in front of the fireplace in his study. It had been two days since the Viceroy's ball, and still there was no trace of his daughter! His hair was ragged and unkempt, while two days' growth of stubble was scattered across his firm chin. His clothes were rumpled. What little sleep he had found had been in the big leather chair at his desk, and his clothes were terribly wrinkled as a result. He cared not one whit about his appearance. His only thought was to find Karina, and he prayed she would be found safe and sound.

He mentally thrashed himself once again for the ultimatum he had given her. Damn! If he had not forced her into a corner, she would never have fled from the ball. He mentally retraced every word they had exchanged, and he cringed. It was his fault she had run away, all his fault.

No one had seen her leaving the ball, and no trace of her had been seen about the city. He had sent men to search everywhere, every friend's house where she might have gone for sanctuary, every known haunt she had around Cairo. The result had been nothing. He had even searched all the docks, hoping she may have booked passage on a ship bound for England, but no one had seen her there either. It was as if she had dropped off the face of the earth!

A knock sounded on the door, and William jerked around and called admittance. Abdul, entered and approached the desk. He seemed eager to impart his news.

"Sir, one of the deckhands on a ship said he saw someone fitting your daughter's description boarding a ship two evenings ago. He said she booked passage to England, and she had no luggage or belongings. He wasn't able to see her face, because she wore a veil, but he said her hair was long and blonde. It must have been your daughter, sir."

William felt a flicker of hope at the news. "What is the name of the ship?"

"The Sea Falcon, sir. The ship left port on the night of the ball and is bound for several ports in the Mediterranean before making her way to France. I understand she is one of Lord Bryant's ships. He has another ship in port, the Wave Catcher, and he has offered you a berth on that ship to look for your daughter."

William raised his eyebrows at the latest news. "I don't even know the man. Strange that he is being so helpful," he mused, frowning slightly.

Abdul hesitated only a moment before replying. "Well, sir, I think he feels somewhat responsible for your daughter's disappearance, due to the fact that she left on one of his ships. He seemed most anxious to help out in any way he could."

William accepted the explanation as a matter of course. "Very good of him to offer. I will be leaving posthaste to accept his proposal." He hurried to the foyer and called his valet, Charles. "Pack a light trunk for me immediately, and see that the carriage is brought around without delay. I will be leaving within the hour." With that, he started up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time.

Willam was ready to leave in less than an hour. His trunk was loaded in the carriage, when he stopped in the doorway of the sitting room his two daughters usually shared. Elizabeth sat on a chaise, staring out over the gardens, but she turned at the sound of his voice and stood to receive his peck on her forehead.

He stood looking down at her, her face cupped in his hands. "I am going to be gone for a while, possibly for several weeks," he said grimly. "I will bring your sister back here, God willing. I can only pray she hasn't come to any harm. I cannot take you with me. You will be much better off staying here with Mrs. White."

Elizabeth nodded her acceptance, as a single tear rolled down her cheek. "Please be careful, Papa and bring Karina back safely to me. I miss her terribly."

He smiled gently, "You have my word, I won't rest until I find her. Should she return before I do, please tell her I'm sorry for forcing her into this." At her puzzled frown he added "She will know what I mean." With that, he placed one more kiss on her forehead before he turned and left the house. He wouldn't find a moment's peace until he found his daughter and brought her safely home.

**********

Lord Stuart Rawlins stood before the window in his bedroom, as he looked out over the gardens below. He was dressed in a plush velvet robe, his hair mussed from his night of activity. A slight stirring in his bed brought him around abruptly to stare at the woman just now sitting up amidst the tangled sheets. When she spied him, she rose naked from the bed and walked seductively toward him to place a searing kiss upon his mouth.

"Good morning," she purred with a smile, rubbing against him suggestively.

He rested his hands on her hips and stared down at her nakedness with only slight interest. She was the wife of a wealthy lord, recently returned to England on business, and she was quite desirous of a diversion while her husband was away. While she was very lovely, she didn't compare to Karina. Still, she took the edge off his passion while he waited to get Karina into his bed.

He smiled at her coolly. "Amanda, dearest. I have my coach waiting for you to return you to your home. It wouldn't do for your husband to learn of your indiscretion." As he said the words, his hand lightly caressed her ripe breast, and he watched her eyelids drop with passion. He mentally sighed, as a sense of power started to awaken his own unquenched desires.

He had more pressing matters to attend, but they could wait until he enjoyed this woman's body once more. He bent her over the windowsill and entered her forcefully from behind. She egged him on as he plundered her pussy, using her like a cheap strumpet. She obviously enjoyed it, screaming in ecstasy as he spilled himself inside her.

He was still buried inside her when she giggled and gave him a seductive smile over her shoulder. Rawlins mentally groaned his frustration. He had taken her several times last night, but he had always been thinking of Karina's disappearance. He had not been able to sate his desires, and that angered him more than he cared to admit.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Rawlins called admittance and despite her sudden panic, he held Amanda still with his cock still embedded inside her as the other man entered to bring the breakfast tray. Rawlins finally released Amanda, and she darted to the bed to snatch the sheet in front of her chest. James didn't spare her a glance as he crossed to deposit his burden on a small table. He had long since become inured to the sight of his employer fornicating with some woman or other. He carefully avoided looking at Amanda as he asked calmly, "Will there be anything else, sir?"

Rawlins stared out the window and drawled, "Yes, James. Mrs. Winslow will be leaving in a few minutes. She won't be joining me for breakfast. Please see that she makes it home safely, and," he paused as he looked over his shoulder, "discreetly." At the emphasis he placed on the last word, James bowed slightly.

"I will do my best, sir" Turning back to Amanda he added, "Your coach is ready and waiting madam." Bowing slightly again, he turned and left, closing the door behind him.

Amanda closed her mouth with a humph. She had stood rooted to the spot in her embarrasment, but she quickly turned to retrieve her clothes that had been strewn about the room. She had never been so humiliated, and she quickly dressed and stomped out of the room without a backward glance.

Rawlins sighed with relief and strolled to the breakfast table. While he enjoyed women sexually, he no patience for their constant demands. He much preferred the bawdy play he enjoyed with his servants over entertaining a noblewoman in his bed. His servants were completely under his control, and therefore, he found them much more satisfying.

He found most women were susceptible to his charm, and his interest in them was temporary at best. An evil grin split his face as he thought about Karina. She was the exception! She had managed to hold his interest for nearly three years, and he had been close to having her for his own. And now this!

He tapped his fork against the plate in irritation, as he mused on the latest developments. He knew that Karina Sinclair had disappeared from the ball, but he hadn't expected to learn that she had boarded a ship to leave the country. Sinclair's houseman had brought word this morning that her father was pursuing her, hoping to bring her back home, and Rawlins didn't doubt that he would be successful. Sinclair always seemed to succeed at his endeavors. Rawlins lip curled up with envy. He hated William Sinclair and his spoiled daughter.

Stupid little twit! What was she trying to accomplish? Just when Rawlins thought everything was going according to plan, she had pulled this little stunt! And now, her father was off on another ship, chasing her around the Mediterranean. It could be weeks before he caught up to her, and possibly longer before they returned to Cairo!

He growled in frustration, as he poured himself a brandy from the crystal decanter on the sideboard. He swirled the amber liquid in the glass and frowned darkly. Just when all his plans had been coming together! He had finally managed to get William Sinclair to seriously consider his proposal for Karina's hand, and he was sure the old man had been on the verge of forcing Karina to accept.

He smiled coldly as he thought of the haughty little bitch he had been courting. She was certainly beautiful, and he entertained fantasies of using her lovely body for his pleasure. He would savor the satisfaction of watching her beg him for mercy, when he finally got her in his bed! He would make her pay for every time she had snubbed him. He hated her, and he would enjoy putting her in her proper place, namely underneath him! His greatest joy lately had come from fantasizing about the many ways he intended to humiliate and use her.

He sank back into the overstuffed chair and swirled his brandy absentmindedly. Karina Sinclair was the key to gaining all he had sought and worked toward for years. His eyes narrowed, as he thought about his family back in England. He should have been a titled lord there, except his mother had ruined everything through her selfishness.

Stuart was, in reality, her firstborn son. However, when he was just a babe, his mother's husband, Kenneth, had learned that his beautiful wife had been carrying on with a young groomsman around the time that she got pregnant. Kenneth had been enraged, and he threatened to throw both her and her child out into the streets. However, she had pleaded for forgiveness, no doubt using her bountiful charms to win him over, and she had promised never to be unfaithful again. Kenneth had finally relented, but he was not convinced that Stuart was his son. As luck would have it, Stuart had the fair good looks of his mother rather than Kenneth's dark locks.

Kenneth finally agreed to forgive his wife, but only under one condition. He rejected Stuart as his heir, and instead, he passed his title and all his holdings to Stuart's younger brother, Matthew. Stuart hated his mother for what she had done, and he never forgave Kenneth for rejecting him. His only source of pleasure came from knowing that his mother had continued to cuckold her husband at every opportunity. Stuart was simply too humiliated by his family's secret to reveal it to anyone, and he always claimed to be the second son. However, he was determined to become even wealthier than his brother, and marrying Karina was his best chance of success.

Stuart's eyes glowed as he thought about his plans. If he could just marry her, then he could do away with her father. His smile was positively evil, as he savored his brandy. Some tragic accident should do the trick, then he would gain control over the entire Nile delta, south of Cairo. He would have a stranglehold over half of Egypt, and his wealth would soar, as he imposed stiff tariffs on those who wanted to travel through his land. He would certainly not be like Sinclair and allow the Arabs to trespass so freely over his property, once it became his!

Rawlins sneered as he thought of his most recent raid against the Arabs whom he had found camped on the edge of Sinclair's land. William Sinclair had welcomed his help in patrolling his vast holdings. Of course, the old man was not aware that Rawlins was abusing any trespassers he found, for he would never have approved. Rawlins gloated to himself. He had put the fear of God into those heathens, and he had managed to cast the blame on Sinclair. The Bedouins would think twice before trespassing on Sinclair's land again.

Rawlins grinned as he remembered the little whore he had bedded during the last raid. Now there was a soft little piece of baggage he wouldn't mind having again! She had obviously enjoyed his rowdy lovemaking. She hadn't even tried to cover herself when he had finished with her, and he remembered her dark tipped breasts and parted thighs covered in his warm, sticky seed. He knew the Bedouin moved their camps often, but he was convinced that, although it might take some time, he could find their new location.

Yes, he would have to locate their camp again and have another taste of her! He needed some distraction, while he waited for Sinclair to chase down his brat of a daughter. Impatiently, he downed the rest of his brandy and rose to dress, calling for his valet. He would round up his men, and they would ride until he found the little Bedouin whore! Then he would thoroughly enjoy the sheik's wife once again.

*********

Richard sat on his horse, staring out over the vast expanse of desert below him. His thoughts were centered on Karina. He couldn't get her out of his mind, or his dreams. He had been insatiable since her capture almost a week before, making love to her at all hours of the day and night.

Each time he took her, she would resist at first, either fighting him outright or attempting to remain indifferent to his touch. However, with a bit of persuasion, he was always able to awaken the passion in her, and she surprised him by meeting his demands and giving even more than he asked in return. He had never found so much satisfaction with a woman before, and he couldn't get enough of her.

He had thought to satisfy his appetite, and then surely he would grow bored with her. But so far, the more he had bedded her, the more he wanted her. He admitted only to himself that he was falling more than a little in love with her. He felt a familiar stab of guilt that he could become enamored with another woman so soon after the death of his wife.

He closed his eyes and thought of his beloved Ameena. He had known her since boyhood, when his father had brought him to Egypt at the age of sixteen. His mother had died, and his father brought his son to Egypt to distance themselves from the painful memories back in England. They had both come to love their new home, and Richard had immersed himself in learning the culture and customs of the native inhabitants. His father had respected the Arabs, and he had taken his son with him often to visit the Bedouin camps when they passed through his land. It was there that Richard had met Ameena.

She was the daughter of the sheik, and she had been ten years old, with awkwardly skinny long limbs and bony knees. Richard had not taken much notice of her at the time. Although she watched him like a lovesick puppy, he had been young and too caught up in exploring this new land to pay much heed to a smitten little girl. However, he had visited her village often, getting to know their customs and language, and over the years, Ameena fell deeply in love with him.

Richard was fond of her too, although he had viewed her much as an older brother would, teasing her and playing childish pranks on her. When he was twenty, he had returned to England to attend university and manage his family's estates, and he had not returned to Egypt until the age of twenty-four, when his father had died unexpectedly. 

Richard returned to put the family holdings in order, and of course he visited the Arab neighbors he had known as a boy. He anticipated wrapping up his business in Egypt within a couple of months and then returning to England to manage his more extensive holdings. However, he had been shocked to find that the little girl he remembered had grown into a strikingly beautiful woman, and he had very quickly fallen in love with her. Their budding relationship put a crinkle in his plans, but he made up his mind to have her as his wife.

Ameena had not been so sure about the union, however. While she made no secret of her love for him, she didn't wish to return to England or to live among the English nobility in Cairo. She didn't understand their customs and was convinced she wouldn't be happy trying to adapt to their way of life. At first, Richard had been torn, for he loved his life in England. He had a natural flair for business, and he enjoyed the challenge of successfully managing his family's vast holdings.

He was the only child, and he had inherited several estates in England as well as a large home in Egypt. Each home had its own lands, and there were crops to manage, livestock to buy, breed and sell and repairs to oversee. Managing the estates was enough to capitalize all his time and attention, but in addition, he owned a rather large fleet of ships. Because of his father's interest in Egypt, most of their ships traded in and around the Mediterranean, although a few ventured as far as America and the Caribbean Islands.

Richard had been raised to handle the responsibilities of such exhaustive holdings. He thrived on the challenge of balancing so many priorities, and he felt a tremendous sense of pride that he was able to manage everything so smoothly. However, he now felt forced to choose between the business he enjoyed and the woman he loved. Led by his heart, he had been intent on having Ameena as his wife.

Somewhat reluctantly, he made the decision to adapt to her way of life, adopting the name Rashid, since it was similar to his own Christian name. Richard smiled as he remembered Ameena's warm response to his lovemaking. She had been shy, but very willing, and he had gently tutored her in the pleasures to be had in their marriage bed.

Richard had been accepted quickly by her Bedouin people, and they had chosen him as their Sheik, when the old Sheik died. He had not taken his responsibility lightly. He realized that his Bedouin people would be the subject of much scrutiny if polite society ever found out their leader was a British Lord, and that their traditional lifestyle as nomads could be placed at risk. So, he shunned his role as a noble, and spent the bulk of his time roaming the desert.

He only returned to his Egyptian estates once or twice a year, to make sure his affairs were being managed smoothly and to obtain supplies for his village. During those visits, he would put in the occasional appearance at a dinner party or ball, just so his peers would know he had not disappeared altogether, but he never mentioned that he was married. He simply rebuffed any offers for feminine companionship, and would disappear back to his wife before the ladies could take too much notice of him. Thus, he had lived for the past three years as an Arabian Sheik.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 03



For the most part, he had been very happy, though he occasionally missed his life back in England. He missed the challenge of managing his family's businesses, but he satisfied himself with a quieter lifestyle. He found some fulfillment in working with the tribe's band of Arabian horses, and under the tutelage of the villagers, he had learned new skills in successfully breeding and training the fine horses.

Richard conformed to their customs and their nomadic existence, relying on their age old knowledge concerning when and where to move their camp. He fought his own instincts to stay in one place and put down roots, and instead followed their lead.

Richard had been overjoyed when Ameena gave birth to their first born son, about a year after their marriage. He had looked so much like Richard, and Ameena had been a doting mother. Richard released a deep sigh as his memories flowed. He had relished the role of father, doting on his son. Ameena would often watch them, playing on a blanket in their tent, and her eyes would light with love and pride.

It was while Richard was on a short trip into Cairo to deal with some minor crises that disaster struck. While he was away, his son developed a high fever, and nothing had worked to save him. He had died before reaching one year of age. Richard returned to the village to find Ameena in the depths of despair. She withdrew into her own little world, and Richard had been at a loss as to how he could bring her back to reality.

Richard was determined to regain their former happiness. He had worked diligently with Fatima, and eventually, with their consistent love and effort, Ameena had rediscovered her joy for life. They had managed to move on and carve out a new future together, with their love even stronger than before. When she discovered that she was pregnant again, Ameena had been overjoyed, and Richard found himself anticipating being a father once again. But that was not to be. Ameena had been only three months pregnant with their second child when she had been killed.

His expression grew grim, as he thought about the man who had murdered his wife and destroyed his future happiness. William Sinclair certainly deserved any revenge Richard heaped upon him, but his daughter had been blameless. Richard swallowed hard, as he remembered the argument he had had with Fatima before he had kidnapped Karina. Fatima had appealed to him not to punish an innocent in his quest for revenge, but Richard had been too enraged to see reason. At the time, Karina had been merely a means to an end, but she was becoming much more to him, and with each passing day, he felt a bit more remorseful for abducting her.

She was both the most fascinating and infuriating woman he had ever known. Her fiery nature was almost the complete opposite of Ameena's quiet reserve, and Richard was baffled by how he could find both women so attractive. Karina was the only woman he had encountered in his considerable experience that didn't swoon at his every smile. On the contrary, she looked for every opportunity to spurn his advances, and he knew if he released her, she would flee from his side. Perhaps it was her indifference that intrigued him, but he found himself increasingly drawn to her.

Realizing that his thoughts were centered on his captive once again, he groaned in frustration. Why couldn't he get her out of his mind? He tried to concentrate once more on his wife. He closed his eyes and conjured up a vision of long flowing, black hair, wide dark eyes and smiling lips. In his mind, she reached up to kiss him, and he savored her lips. However, when he raised his head, her eyes were sapphire blue with her passion, and her hair was the color of spun gold.

Richard gave in and completed the image, filling in the details from his many memories of Karina's naked form, her generous breasts, creamy thighs, slim waist and taut belly. He fidgeted in the saddle, as he remembered their heated play that morning. He was finding it more difficult with each passing day to view her as merely his mistress. He was beginning to realize that he wanted something more permanent, but he couldn't justify his desires with his sense of duty. He had to avenge Ameena's death, or he would be turning his back on everything they had shared.

He had promised Karina that, once she bore him a child, he would return her to her father. Only then would William Sinclair feel the full weight of his vengeance! The only problem was that Richard was finding the idea of letting her go increasingly repugnant, and he anticipated that it would be even harder after having her with him for several more months! He had to either harden his heart towards her or he would never be able to carry out his revenge, and that galled his pride.

Richard reined his horse around and headed back to the village with a firm set to his jaw. He had enjoyed many mistresses in his youth, and then left them behind without a backward glance. He couldn't remember most of their names, much less their faces, and he was determined that Karina would be no different. Somehow, he would get her out of his system. He had been tender with her so far, but he had to distance his heart from her.

From now on, we would think of her as his captive and nothing more. He had already come much too far to change his mind, even if he wanted to. He was convinced that Karina would never forgive him for abducting her, so there was no point in thinking of a future for them. Richard was determined that he would finish what he had started. Ameena deserved much more than that, and he was duty bound to see her avenged. 



Sweet Revenge Ch. 04



As the days passed, Richard and Karina grew used to sparring with each other. He grew accustomed to having to overcome her resistance in bed. She would always tell him she hated him, she would cry and beg for him to stop, and when that failed, she would try to remain impassive to his touch. She could never hold out for long against his relentless seduction. She invariably succumbed to her own body's needs and responded with reluctant passion.

Against her will, Karina began learning the traditional skills of the Bedouin women. She had never had to do any cooking or cleaning, having grown up with a house full of servants. She was shocked to learn that Richard expected her to do these chores for him, as if she were a loving wife rather than his captive. Karina had bristled at the prospect of having to perform those duties, and at first she had refused.

"I won't do it! I won't be your slave! Isn't it enough that you have shamed me? Find some other woman to clean your clothes and cook your meals." She turned from him in a huff.

It had been the second day she was in the village, and they were alone in the tent. Richard sat watching her for a long moment, before he rose and went to stand directly behind her. She felt his warm breath tickling her nape before he grasped her shoulders and turned her to face him, but she refused to meet his eye. He waited patiently until her eyes finally rose to meet his, and the rebellion was written clearly in her snapping blue eyes.

"If you do not wish to clean my clothes and cook my meals, I can easily get someone else to do those things." He grinned down at her.

Karina's surprise was obvious as she considered his beguiling smile. Before she could comment, he continued in a lazy drawl, as his eyes dropped to her breasts.

"However, you must realize that if you are not busy with chores that will give me even more time to explore your other...talents."

His meaning was obvious, and Karina's face flushed an angry red. She would have slapped him, but he caught her wrist in an iron grip, and she struggled ineffectually to gain her release.

"How dare you! Is that all you ever think about? Surely you have other, more pressing matters to attend than always trying to bed me!" Her eyes flashed as she glared up at him.

He was unperturbed, and his chuckle grated on her nerves as he twisted her arms behind her back to hold them in one of his hands, simultaneously pressing her body firmly against his own. He ran his other hand suggestively over her hip before reaching behind to cup her bottom, while his eyes twinkled wickedly.

"On the contrary, my sweet. I can think of nothing more pressing than enjoying your lovely body."

He trailed hot kisses down her face and neck and bent her back over his arm so that he could nip playfully at her nipple through the fabric of her dress. She squirmed in frustrated rage, but her struggles were useless against his superior strength. He chuckled again. When he straightened and looked down at her, his eyes danced with amusement.

"Of course, if you were busy attending other chores, I would have no choice but to defer to your duties." His eyes raked her suggestively, before he released her wrists and allowed her to twist out of his embrace.

Karina groaned in frustrated rage and glared at him over her shoulder. "Oh!" she shrieked. "You really are a crude, inconsiderate oaf! I hate you, and I hate having to serve you, but anything is preferable to entertaining you in your bed all day!"

Richard threw back his head and laughed. He was obviously unaffected by her insults, and he turned to leave the tent but paused to smile at her.

"I will send Fatima to instruct you in your duties. Please see that they are performed well."

He quickly ducked through the flap, grateful that Karina didn't have anything handy to throw at him. He grinned to himself, as he thought how beautiful she was when she was angry. Her eyes flashed blue fire, and her breasts trembled with agitation. He was almost sorry that he had given her some other tasks to fill her time, and his grinned widened as he thought about the night, when he would enjoy taking her again. As he walked away, he whistled a cheerful tune.

Thus Karina had taken on the duties of caring for Richard and maintaining his tent. She learned to milk goats and how to make yogurt cheese, called lebneh. She kept the tent neat and tidy, and Fatima showed her how to clean Richard's clothes. While Karina fumed over the amount of clothing he seemed to go through, she was secretly grateful that he was so concerned with personal cleanliness. The thought of being bedded by some dirty, sweaty male made her skin crawl.

It galled her to serve him, but Karina did so with a quiet dignity that impressed Fatima. The older woman watched her work, and she praised her efforts. Karina was a very fast learner, and in no time, she had mastered the skills required for everyday life in the village.

Karina saw a different side of Richard when he interacted with his people. He was kind and even-tempered. He rarely laughed, and occasionally she glimpsed a look of deep sadness when he thought no one was watching.

It was clear that he took his role as sheik seriously. He worked long hours each day, and everything he did, he did well. The village children were drawn to him, and he obviously enjoyed playing with them. The villagers loved him, and Karina could see why.

Karina admired the delicate embroidery that the women had on their clothing, and Fatima began to teach her the intricate stitches. The older woman took pride in Karina's handiwork, and they often sat together sewing and talking. On one of those days, Karina had stopped sewing and looked at Fatima with a puzzled expression.

"How is it that you speak English so well? Did Richard teach you?"

Fatima smiled and blushed lightly. "No, I learned from Rashid's father."

Karina watched her with wonder. "I didn't realize that you knew his father. When did he teach you?"

Fatima sighed, and her eyes took on a faraway look, as she remembered the time she had first met Lord Malcolm Bryant. "Malcolm brought Richard to Egypt after his mother died, and he often brought him to visit our camp. Rashid was very young, just a boy really, and we all enjoyed when the two of them would come for visits. They began to stay for longer periods of time with us, sometimes several months at a time, and we taught them about our way of life. They learned our language and many of us learned English from them." She released a wistful sigh. "Those were very happy times for me."

Karina smiled at her in surprise. "You loved Richard's father, didn't you?"

Fatima met her eyes and blushed again but didn't look away. "Yes, I did. I loved him very much, and he loved me too. I think he would have married me, but he was afraid of the effect it would have had on his son's future. For him to have taken an Arab as his wife would have caused a scandal." She smiled secretively. "Still, it didn't keep us apart. We were very happy together, and Rashid was like a son to me. You see, my own husband and son died several years before that. My son would have been about the same age as Rashid, and while he could never replace the son I lost, I was happy to have him in my life. Both Malcolm and Rashid filled an aching void and brought joy back into my life."

Fatima blinked and returned to the present. "Anyway, that was all many years ago."

Karina thought about what she had said, as the two of them resumed their sewing. Fatima had obviously loved Malcolm very much. Karina's thoughts returned to Richard, and she blushed. He made her feel as if her body were no longer her own to command. With a simple touch or even a look, he could send her heart racing in anticipation. When his eyes traced her naked curves, she felt a hunger in the pit of her belly, and it was only when he took her, pressing deep inside her body, that the ache was satisfied.

Although she had tried to resist him, her woman's body responded on its own, and she wondered if she were all that different from Fatima. If Richard had not kidnapped her as part of his scheme for revenge, she might have been content to be his mistress. Even as the thought occurred to her, she dismissed it, shaking her head.

There was a definite routine to life in the village. Each morning, Richard would wake up early, rousing Karina for a morning romp in bed. He would leave her exhausted and sleeping in the bed, while he rode out before daybreak to exercise his horses and patrol the area with the other men of the village. They were usually gone for several hours. While they were gone, the women prepared a breakfast of fruits, bread and cheese. The men would return and share the repast. Then all villagers would participate in the care of the animals in the camp. There were goats to be milked and horses and camels to be fed and rubbed down.

The afternoon was for quiet work. The men would usually relax in their tents, while the women worked at cooking or sewing. Fatima had begun to show Karina how to prepare some of the more complicated traditional Arabic foods, and she found Karina to be an apt pupil. Though she had never had to cook before, she enjoyed working with Fatima, and she had already learned how to prepare several dishes.

The meals in the village were often taken as a group, and the villagers shared a sense of community that intrigued Karina. When they sat around in large circles, eating, laughing and talking, Karina couldn't help but contrast their customs to the staid dinner parties she had attended both in Cairo and in England.

The Bedouins had a warmth and love for life that appealed to her heart. They were hardworking and dedicated to each other. They were even kind to her, and they treated her with consideration and respect. The ones who could speak some English began to converse with her occasionally, and Karina had begun to build friendships with many villagers.

In fact, only Samiya treated her with coolness. Everyone else treated her with respect and friendliness, despite the fact that she shared Richard's bed. Everyone in the village knew that she was an unwilling victim in their sheik's plan for revenge, and they didn't condemn her for something she had no control over.

Karina sat sewing with Fatima one afternoon, trying her best to ignore Richard. He sat across from the two women, and he was busy repairing a bridle. He was wearing his riding pants, and he had removed his shirt in the privacy of their tent. Karina tried to concentrate on her stitches, but her eyes kept returning to the rippling muscles and sinews of his arms. Fatima noticed the younger woman's interest, and she hid her smile.

They all three looked up when they heard someone approaching the tent. Karina recognized the man who stuck his head inside the flap. He was one of the new housemen her father had hired shortly before her abduction, and her interest was immediately sharpened.

Fatima smiled at the visitor. "Abdul! I am glad to see you are well!"

He returned her smile before dropping to the ground beside Richard. They spoke in lowered voices but in English, and Karina strained her ears to hear their words, as she continued to work on her stitches.

"Your plan worked perfectly, sir. I did just as you said. I told Lord Sinclair that his daughter had been seen boarding one of your ships, bound for England."

Richard nodded as he continued to work. "And he accepted my offer of help?"

Abdul bobbed his head quickly, "Yes, sir. He accepted my explanation that you felt responsible for the disappearance of his daughter, and he boarded your ship believing he was in pursuit of her. He should be gone for several weeks before he finally catches up with the Sea Falcon to find out that the Englishwoman aboard only resembles his daughter."

Richard nodded his approval and looked up to see that Karina had paused in her stitching. She glared at him, and he knew she hadn't missed the exchange.

"So, he isn't suspicious at all?" he asked blandly.

Abdul unknowingly confirmed what Richard had already told Karina. "No sir, he believes his daughter ran away because she was angry at him. He feels guilty, thinking everything is his own fault. He has no idea you abducted her."

"Good. Then, everything will proceed according to plan," Richard murmured. "You will return to Sinclair's house, and keep me informed of any changes."

The two men discussed a few more details of Richard's plan, this time in Arabic, and Abdul finally rose to leave. Fatima knew Karina was angry. She sensed that her presence was no longer required, and she rose to accompany Abdul, as they left the tent together.

No sooner were they out of earshot, than Karina pinned Richard with a heated glare. She had maintained a secret hope that her father would find her. Now, that hope was destroyed.

"So, you sent my father on a wild goose chase."

"I told you that I had plans to keep him busy."

Richard's quiet confidence infuriated her, and she rose with a frustrated shriek, tossing her embroidery aside. She stalked to the farthest corner of the tent, refusing to look at her captor.

Richard could understand her anger and frustration, and he felt a need to soothe her. He followed and pulled Karina back against his chest. At first, she tried to throw off his embrace, but he merely tightened his hold on her and brushed warm kisses along the back of her neck.

As usual, it only took a few moments for his body to respond to her closeness, and his erection was a solid ridge, pressing against her bottom. She looked up at him with wide eyes, suddenly still.

"Please, just leave me alone," she whispered. "Please return me to my father. Haven't you had your revenge already? I am completely disgraced."

His heart thudded heavily in his chest as he stared into her beautiful eyes. He could no more resist her pull than a moth could resist flirting with a flame. He cupped her head to hold her still for his kiss. Just before his mouth captured hers, Karina released a frustrated groan.

Her dress provided no protection, and in moments it lay in a pile at her feet. His arms were a gentle prison, forcing her to feel the slide of his muscular limbs against her softer ones. Karina wished that Richard's hands didn't feel so sinfully delightful as they explored her body. She tried not to breathe in his musky male scent as he laid her on his bed and covered her body with his. She did her best to ignore the ecstasy of his fingers on her skin, his mouth on her nipples.

But in the end, it was too much of an effort. Once again, she surrendered to his insistence, and she moaned with relief when he plunged deep inside her. Their eyes met and locked as he possessed her with deep, thorough strokes.

Karina expected to see mocking arrogance in Richard's eyes, but all she saw was a longing that matched her own. His eyes compelled her to understand some hidden message as he made love to her. But understanding was beyond her at that moment. It was enough to try and comprehend how she had fallen in love with a man that she had every right to hate.

*********

Richard lay in bed that night, cradling Karina in his arms and thinking about Ameena. He couldn't forget the image of his wife lying dead with her bloodied face and abused body. He tried to summon all the fury that had sent him on this quest for revenge, but his anger was becoming increasingly hollow every day. His rage and hatred for William Sinclair had failed to keep Richard from falling in love with Karina.

Karina was innocent of any wrongdoing. She had accepted her fate with grace and dignity. She had never once been cruel or unkind to him or the other people who held her hostage, even though she had reason to be. He had meant to use her cruelly. He hadn't intended to fall in love with her. The thought of letting her go went against his every instinct.

Richard knew that Karina was beginning to care for him too. He had seen the look in her eyes when he made love to her. If he softened toward her, she would be even more deeply hurt when he returned her to her father. The only thing Richard could think of to lessen her pain was to make her hate him. It would be much better for both of them if he could find some way to put some emotional distance between them.

The answer to his dilemma came the next evening after dinner. Someone began to play music, and the mood around the circle became festive. Samiya rose and began to dance seductively in the firelight. The men whistled encouragement, as she dipped and swayed. Her hips gyrated seductively as she lifted her arms above her head and looked around at the men with half-lidded eyes and parted lips.

The musician, sensing Samiya's mood, slowed the beat of the song to a sensual pace, and the men began to clap in unison, encouraging her to entertain them further. Richard clapped along with the others. Samiya wore a long black dress, which flowed loosely around her, and the bodice and back were liberally embellished with red stitches. The fabric clung to her curves as she whirled in slow circles before the fire. She lifted the hem of the dress to display glimpses of trim ankles and shapely calves. Conversations had ceased when she began to dance, and Karina looked at Richard and found his attention centered on Samiya's swaying hips.

Samiya snatched the scarf from her head, and her long, black hair flew in circles around her. Her smile was sultry and her tongue darted out to trace her parted lips, as she used the scarf to draw attention to different parts of her body. She lifted the heavy mass of her hair and let it drop slowly back into place, as her lids hung heavily over her dark eyes. She had all the men's attention, but she was only interested in Richard. She leaned toward him and wound her scarf behind his neck, as she bent over him and allowed him an unhindered view into her bodice.

Amir sat on Richard's other side, and he frowned in disapproval. He had come to admire Karina for her strength in the face of adversity. He was also aware, as were most of the other villagers, that Karina had begun to fall in love with her captor. When Rashid walked through the village, Karina watched him longingly. Amir knew the pain it must be causing her to witness Samiya's seduction. He reached up a hand to push Samiya back, but Rashid surprised him when he pushed his arm away, and gave tacit approval as Samiya continued to dance over his outstretched legs.

Richard was acutely aware of Karina's displeasure, and he suddenly knew how to stir her hatred. What better way to keep her from becoming too attached to him than by letting her think his interest had moved to someone else?

Karina tensed and held her breath as she watched Richard's reaction to Samiya. He seemed to be enjoying the other woman's attention. Samiya smiled and danced away, but her eyes returned to him often, and though she danced in the center of the circle, it was clear to everyone that she was issuing a clear invitation for him.

Karina quietly rose and made her way to their tent, as her heart thudded painfully in her chest. She told herself that she hated Richard and it would be a relief if his interest shifted to the other woman. Maybe then, she wouldn't have to entertain him in his bed anymore.

She slowly undressed and crawled beneath the sheet. She could still hear the erotic music, and she knew the men were enjoying the dance even now. She wondered bitterly if Samiya had stripped her clothes off by now and was dancing naked before Richard. It had been bad enough that his people knew Karina was his mistress. Now, the humiliation was so much worse to know that he could so easily dismiss her. She obviously meant nothing to him.

She told herself that the tears that slipped down her cheeks were only from anger. She curled into a tight ball of misery and cried until she fell asleep from pure exhaustion.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 04



Tommy felt incredibly aroused. It was early morning and his almost nude cousin Ava and he were in the bathroom of his parent's home. He held her tightly in his arms. His erect cock clasped between the sensual open juncture of her warm thighs. Her mouth moved sexily over his lips as their tongues danced delightfully in first one mouth then the other.

Tap. Tap. Tap

"Hurry up Tommy. I'm bursting to use the toilet."

"I'll be out soon, dad, though it might be best to use the downstairs bathroom."

They heard his gentle footsteps move away down the hall. Tommy whispered, beside her ear, "That was close to being embarrassing." 

Ava gently eased him away from her naked body allowing his penis to reduce to a more turgid state after their passionate embrace. Tommy was aware that he did need to pee and urgently. "Ava... I need to pee... now."

"I'll definitely see you later, big boy." And with that she was gone but not before innocently asking herself why Tommy had used the upstairs bathroom when he was sleeping on the couch in the lounge. Was this really an accidental moment between them?

The morning ablutions performed by the Caldew household were eventually completed to allow all of them to sit down and have breakfast together. Alicia clucked like a mother hen around her brood as she enjoyed providing them with their meal time needs. During this period she asked Ava if her mother, Carrie, knew where she was. Ava told her that, yes, she let her mother know where she was going when she moved out of her girlfriend's apartment.

The two girls had earlier agreed to a picnic lunch. It was a Saturday and Jennifer had a day off from work. They were headed to 'Black's Beach,' a naturist beach. It was a secluded section beneath the bluffs of Torrey Pines in La Jolla, San Diego. Ava asked Jennifer if she'd agree to include Tommy in their plans if he wanted to go with them. Tommy quickly accepted, so they all pitched in preparing their lunchtime meal.

Jason had a golf appointment with his buddies and headed off to meet up with them which left Alicia alone at home. She relished the opportunity of a few hours peace and quiet. She could sit down beside the pool with her favorite author and renew her acquaintance. In half an hour they were gone and the house seemed surprisingly empty.

************

Alicia must have dozed while reading and awoke with a start as a shadow crossed between her eyes and the sun. Shielding them against the sun she looked up to see a total stranger bending over her. He was in his mid-forties, around two hundred pounds, five nine with a slight paunch. His brown hair, graying at the sides, was long and tied back in a pony-tail away from his oval face. Light gray eyes were drinking in the beauty of her body. She wore only a minuscule bikini and his lascivious grin from thin, pursed lips unnerved her. He wore a tan t-shirt and gray denim cut-offs with open toe sandals.

"Hi," he said, in a gravelly voice that she immediately disliked. Offering his hand he continued, "I'm Sandy, husband to your cousin Carrie,' his tone dropped a cadence, "I'm here to take Ava home, now."

************

After some anxious moments Jennifer finally revealed her resplendent naked body to an eagerly awaiting Ava and Tommy. All smiles, they jogged to the breakers on the waterline. Running uninhibited into the water then slowing as it became deeper, eventually diving into the cool blue of the Pacific Ocean. Their tanned bodies submerged then reappeared to a great deal of splashing and boisterous behavior. Tommy submerged again and reappeared beneath and between his sister's legs lifting her high into the air. Squealing, she toppled forward and then did the same maneuver on Ava.

Their games continued until, exhausted, they ran back to their beach towels where they dried and applied sun block to each other's naked bodies. Jennifer helped Ava to find those difficult to reach areas and vice versa. The girls then applied lotion to a large area of Tommy's body that stood proudly erect. Tommy tried hard to hide his manhood but the girls teased him mercilessly by massaging their slippery hands up and around his penis and wickedly pinching his nipples.

They lay basking in the hot mid-day sun; their naked bodies aglow from their all over tan. After a short while the girls wrapped up their bodies against the heat and retrieved their lunch basket from Jennifer's car. A ham salad and baguettes were quickly consumed and washed down with plenty of bottled spring water kept cool by a dampened towel.

Jennifer's mobile phone rang. "Hi, mom," she said, listened intently to what her mother had to say, then repeated it to Ava. "Your stepfather is at our house insisting that you return home with him to Sacramento, today."

"Tell him... no don't tell him, let me speak with him."

"Mom could you put him on the phone, Ava will speak with him," instructed Jennifer, handing the phone to Ava.

"Hello! No. You do not tell me what I can and cannot do. I'm eighteen now and no longer a minor in this state." There was a pause as she listened, then, "Leave my mother out of this, she made her bed now she can lie in it. Go home and tell her I'm not coming back." Ava ended the call. "I guess you guys got the gist of that?" she asked, then, seeing their acceptance she continued, "On Monday, I'll have to start looking for a job and somewhere to stay."

************

The scowl on the face of Ava's stepfather as he handed back Alicia's mobile phone suddenly turned to anger as his fist banged down onto the kitchen counter. Alicia's body jumped and her face went ashen as he turned to her and, pointing a finger at her, the anger in his words, "This ain't over by a long way, lady. I'll be back, even if I have to drag her by her black hair, screaming, to the airport."

He stomped out of the kitchen, she heard the front door opening then a bang as it slammed shut behind him. Alicia let out a sigh of relief. She immediately phoned Jason to let him know what had just happened. "I'll be right there," he said, disconnecting the call.

Later, they gathered in the lounge after supper and discussed what could be done to protect Ava from possible future abuse by her stepfather. 

Jason initially asked her to confirm that she was eighteen. Ava produced her birth certificate from within her purse. It clearly showed that she was now eighteen years and three months of age.

"I'm going to phone the police," said Jason, "to let them know what happened here today. They will then have a record of this event should we need to call upon it in the future." He got up and went out into the hall to use the house phone.

The others continued talking. Soon, he came back in and said, "If we want to make a complaint against this guy then we have to go down to the police station and get it recorded there. So, in the morning if you want this to happen, Ava, then that's where we'll go?"

Ava smiled at Jason and said, "That's okay by me Mr Caldew but I don't want to drag you all into this nasty family situation."

Tommy quickly interjected by saying, "Ava, we want to help. You're right when you say it's a family situation and we're now your family."

Jason said, "That's exactly right Tommy and good for you to put this into the right context. We're your family now, Ava, and we stand by you... if you want us?"

"Well, when you put it that way I really feel I could use some support on this. But on condition that I get to pay my way."

Alicia said, "That's settled then, Ava. You can stay here as long as you like." Looking at Tommy she continued, "You'll sort out the box room tomorrow so that you have somewhere to sleep. Tomorrow, Jason and I will go out and buy you a new bed and some fresh linen."

Tommy was slightly depressed at his new sleeping arrangements but perked up when he realized that having a new, beautiful cousin with whom to share with his sister far outweighed sleeping in a smaller bedroom. In fact, if he sweet talked his way around the females in the room then the number of times he would have to sleep in his new bed could almost be reduced to zero.

************

Tommy was hot, uncomfortable and horny. The couch was no place to sleep when all those gorgeous women lay upstairs in their comfortable beds, with their perfect tanned legs open to the cool night air. In each bedroom they could at least open a window to let out the warm indoor air and let in some refreshingly cool midnight air. The lounge didn't have any windows except the locked French doors that opened out onto the patio and pool area.

He thought, 'Enough,' and, throwing off the single sheet provided by his mom, he got up off the couch. Nude, he padded quietly on the clear varnished, oak flooring, to the kitchen for a cool drink.

Rounding the corner he gazed directly at an open fridge door. The interior light spilled onto the delectable lower torso of a naked female. She was bent over looking into the fridge but the open door obscured whoever it was. With such a delightful sight afforded him, Tommy's turgid cock rose to the occasion. Who could this be? Tommy had made love to his mother and sister and seen and seen and admired Ava's rounded contours but he was still at a loss as to who this could be. This could be anyone. Each female in the house had a flat tummy, a wonderful posterior and two lovely slim, long legs. Two wonderful dimples, just above each buttock, proclaimed the owner to be someone who really enjoyed their sex with wild abandon. This puzzle needed resolving, urgently, which made his prick twitch in anticipation.

With tremendous concentration and delicate footwork Tommy managed to position himself at the rear of the naked 'stranger.' The owner's hair hung like a black waterfall kept to one side by a hand that allowed her to observe the fridge contents.

Ava.

Tommy whispered behind her, "Hungry?"

Ava twisted around and stood up in a motion so fluid it took his breath away.

"Tommy, don't do that. You frightened the life out of me," she whispered back, clutching an open hand to her well-developed chest, her wild eyes studying his face.

The fridge light back-lit her body. Tommy's eyes looked down to the juncture between her thighs where the light shone through. Her pelvis arched in a way that created a gap at the top of her thighs clearly defining her slit and pussy lips.

"Ava, you're so beautiful. I want to make love to you. Here. Now."

"So I see, Tommy," she gasped, gazing intently at his powerful erection, "you look far tastier than anything I could see in there."

She sat down on her haunches. Her index finger beckoned him near. Ava's hands felt cool as she handled his large cock and caressed his hairy balls. Her warm mouth enveloped his flexible firmness that elicited a gasp of encouragement from Tommy to continue her wondrous ministrations. Her tongue curled and slithered around his manhood bathing him in wetness and hot breath. Hands touched his thighs and moved upwards caressing his firm, silky, hairless buttocks. Her lips formed a perfect 'oh.' Ava clutched his buttocks orchestrating his body backwards and forwards. Her head stayed still as her wet lips, mouth and tongue manipulated Tommy's approaching climax. Tommy bent his knee's to use his fingers and palms on Ava's breasts and aroused nipples. The weight and firmness of her young breasts felt wonderful in his large hands. Tommy groaned. A groan of primeval origin.

Deep in Ava's pussy it triggered her wetness. She felt a flow of moisture down her love channel. There was so much that some escaped through her cunt lips. She felt a minuscule drop creep slowly down over her sensitive perineum. The path it had taken itched. The itch becoming her sexual focal point. She needed to scratch. That need turned into a desperate longing as more and more juice from her vagina inched southwards.

Tommy's climax erupted in her mouth. Ava drank thirstily, but her mind was centered on the strip of sensitive skin between her fanny and her ass hole. She knew when the first droplet formed and dripped lazily onto the cold floor. For some reason its loss saddened her. Part of her was gone, forever. Her right hand let go of Tommy's reddened cheeks and swept down to her nether regions. With deft fingertips she carried this precious juice to her anus where her slender fingertips circled its little furrowed ridges. Ava gasped as her forefinger penetrated her secret hole. Her other hand gathered up the weeping moisture from her slit to the hard bud of her clitoris blooming beneath its hood. Her need was urgent, causing her to rub feverishly hard over her puffy slit. She finger fucked her lewd hole with two fingers. From its initial stomach fluttering to full bloom; her orgasm flowed outwards through her entire body fulfilling her completely.

She found herself gasping as she came down from such a wonderful high. Tommy just stood staring. He held his deflating prick in his hand. He whispered, "That was... intense, Ava, both yours and mine."

Smiling wistfully up at him she whispered, "Let's have something less physically demanding to drink, shall we?"

Ava lifted a large jug of iced water from the fridge and Tommy fetched two tall glasses. They moved from the kitchen to the couch sipping their cool liquid refreshment.

Tommy whispered to her as she sat on his left side, "You know you are the most wonderful girl that I've ever met. You're naked and yet you're uninhibited about your nudity. Though, I don't suppose you should be inhibited with a body that's so near to perfection."

"Near to perfection?" she asked, puzzled by his statement, "Then, what's not quite perfect about my body?"

"First, let me describe from a male perspective what I find is perfect about you, then you'll have your answer. Across a crowded room the most notable and perfect assets you have are your breasts. Their size, weight, shape and firmness illustrate a person who has more than they really require for a man, or woman, to be very happy. I notice your raven hair, coiffed high on your head, wisps of fragile ringlets escaping down each side; framing your oval face. Thin dark eyebrows above dark green, liquid eyes, draw me to you; a small upturned nose above sensual, wide, full lips, captivate me. This portrait of you is one I have of an 'Irish Colleen.'

"Your youthful tallness equates to slender, long, well-toned legs and thighs that, under your evening dress, seem to go on forever. Slim, bare arms convey a feeling of vulnerability, openness. Are you wearing underwear? Maybe. Panties or thong? A suspender belt or hold-ups for your rich, black silk stockings. Stockings, I think, allowing the tops of your thighs to breathe; an erogenous zone for your dress to caress. Definitely a bra, unless you've just come down from heaven. Well?"

"No, I didn't get it. But you certainly have a way with words."

"The answer is that you're perfect for both men... and women. I just want you for myself. So, I see your feminine inclination as an imperfection."

"Oh, Tommy, that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. A reward is due to you. What would you wish for?" she said, knowing full well what his probable answer might be.

He said, breathlessly, "You know what I want Ava, I want to make love to you."

She thought, 'Typical male. No surprise there. Though, I would love to feel that big cock of his filling me up completely.'

"Okay, but not tonight. I need my sleep and one tremendous orgasm a day is my limit. I'll give you your reward soon though. Goodnight, honey." They kissed passionately then Ava slipped quietly upstairs to bed.

Tommy drank the last of his cool water; washed and dried the glasses and put them back in the cupboard. He snuggled down to sleep. The scent of a woman's arousal lingering on the bedclothes where Ava had sat made him smile. It was a comfort to him in an otherwise uncomfortable bed.

************

Jason and Ava gave their statements at the police station the following morning. The cop, who took them, agreed to follow up their complaint by contacting Ava's stepfather. 

"So, Ava, have you got anything planned for today?" asked Jason, as they emerged into the sunlight.

"Nothing really, Mr Caldew," replied Ava.

"Please, call me Jason. I know I'm older than you but we can get past the ageist thing by using first names, can't we?"

"Well, it does feel a little awkward, so okay, Jason it is."

"Great. Let's head back home and see what's happening. I know that Alicia wants to shop for a new bed and linen, which I'm sure you don't want to get involved with."

He left Ava with Jennifer and Tommy as he and Alicia hit the shops for a new bed for Tommy. Tommy had his instructions to clean out his new bedroom which left Ava and Jennifer to relax by the pool and top up their fantastic tanned bodies.

************

Tommy was hot and sweaty having just filled and labeled three large cardboard boxes with assorted items. The scream when it came chilled Tommy's body to the bone. Then came another that chorused with the first. His first thought was, 'The girls.'

The screams were of a different caliber to that which they had yelled at the beach yesterday; these were screams of a terrifying nature. He headed quickly down to the pool area desperately hoping that he was wrong and that the girls were just fooling around.

Ava and Jennifer were in their bikinis. A man had his forearm around Ava's neck and was dragging her backwards through the side gate. Jennifer was screaming and looking on horrified at what was happening. Tommy held back and used the house phone to dial 911 and explain the situation. He was put on hold. He hung up and went out the front door just as the man abducting Ava opened the trunk of a car and bundled her inside. Tommy was not quite quick enough in getting to the driver's door before the man gunned the engine and sped off down the road.

She was gone. In literally seconds, she was out of his life. "No way," he shouted out loud. He ran back around to the pool area shouting for Jennifer. She was talking on her mobile phone and from her one way conversation he knew that it was to the police. Once the call had ended she needed little persuading to pursue Ava's abductor.

"I need to put on some clothes first, though," she said, running into the house. She dashed upstairs to her room where she rummaged in her wardrobe and found a green, light cotton dress with an elasticated bodice and plunging neckline. Lifting the dress up high she allowed it to drop over her lithe frame. She removed the bikini top and bottoms just as Tommy burst in pleading with her to hurry up. He grabbed her arm as she muttered, "But I..."

"You look swell sis, let's go or we'll never catch up with them."

They scrambled into her car and set off in pursuit. He knew that the abductor was probably heading for the airport at Lindbergh Field about twelve kilometers from where they lived at La Jolla Heights. Using his greater knowledge of the area Tommy steered Jennifer on a quick course to the San Diego Freeway that would take them directly to the International Airport. They had driven around six kilometers when a multitude of red brake lights up ahead had Jennifer stamping on the brakes. They came to a halt and waited. And waited.

"Well, at least we know they are also in this with us," acknowledged Tommy, fidgeting in frustration.

There was a pause then Jennifer turned to ask him, "You like Ava a lot, don't you?"

Tommy looked her in the eye and replied, "I know that we both do, Jen," he responded. "Though I'm not sure whether I can emotionally handle the two of you under the same roof. It was hard for me seeing you blossom into a young woman and now there are two young, beautiful girls in my life"

"Yeah, well that time with you and I came about because I allowed it to happen," said Jennifer.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 04



Looking sheepishly at her Tommy replied, "Yes, I feel badly about blackmailing you into having sex with me. It was wrong and I apologize for my bad behavior. I had issues prior to that over your suddenness to continually push me away from you. Can you explain that?"

Jennifer paused, as if gathering her thoughts, then plunged ahead, "There were occasions when I was around ten or eleven years of age, if you remember, when for a variety of reasons I found comfort in sleeping not only in our parents' bed but also in yours. For instance, you know I hate thunder and lightning."

"I can't recall you ever coming into my bed though, sis."

"Well, I did right up until I was around fifteen; not often, but there were times when your warmth was something that I longed for." She paused again and took a deep breath, "I came home from school early one day. I knew you were home because there was a fresh glass of water on the kitchen counter. With no one downstairs I crept quietly to your bedroom door which was slightly ajar."

"Sis, you didn't see what I think you're about to tell me?"

"I hadn't realized that you were such a size down there until I saw your right hand moving in a blur. It had to be eight inches long and over two inches in diameter. I was transfixed and suddenly wet between my legs as I watched you masturbate to those pictures in a magazine. Later, as I lay on my bed with my fingers creaming my fanny, thoughts of wanting you to jerk off while looking at my naked body entered my head but I knew that I could never let it happen because at that time I felt that it was not right. It's probably when emotionally I started to push you away.

"I'm sorry, Tommy, for doing that to you. The blackmail thing was not really blackmail. I let you have sex with me because that's what I wished for all along. I reckoned on persuading you to have sex with me, then, if you continued to blackmail me, I'd let mom and dad know what you had done."

At this point Jennifer's hand lay resting lightly on Tommy's upper thigh. Its warmth spoke volumes. Tommy leaned across and kissed her briefly on her lips. "From what you've just said then I'm hoping that we can continue from where we left off that night and sooner rather than later?"

Jennifer whispered, "Yes please," grateful for air conditioning as her erotic, sexual thoughts, centered once more on the size of her brothers cock.

A car behind them honked its horn. Startled, Jennifer looked up to see that the line of cars ahead of them had moved off.

As they approached the airport perimeter Tommy suddenly spotted the abductors car. He shouted, and pointed at a car up ahead, "There, there. It's him. He's headed for Terminal One. That means they must be on a Southwest Airlines ticket because the other two airlines don't fly to Sacramento from here."

"How do you know all that, Tommy," Jennifer asked, bemused by his knowledge.

"Sally Benson's brother, Marcus is a friend of mine. He flew in from Sacramento last month and I tagged along for the ride, with Sally and her mom, to greet him," he replied.

They pulled into airport parking moments behind the abductors car; deciding that it would be prudent to bide their time. Things could become awkward if they waded in accusing him of abduction when all they had was his word against theirs. Jennifer ensured her car was secure and locked. They knew that by now the police and airport security were on alert. They followed a very subdued Ava and Sandy as they took the escalator then walked along the 'Skybridge' eventually entering the Terminal One building. They turned right heading for the Southwest Airline Check-in desk. Meanwhile, Jennifer made contact with airline security who assured her to remain calm and that everything was in hand to make an arrest once Ava and Sandy had passed the boarding gate entrance.

At Gate One once their documents were checked they were allowed to pass through.

Two minutes passed. Four minutes. Suddenly police officers brought out a handcuffed man, followed by a weeping Ava supported by a woman police officer.

"Thank God,' cried Jennifer rushing forward with Tommy close beside her. Their reunion was tearful and short as Ava explained that she had to go with the officers to make a statement. As they made their way out of the terminal building they were met by Jason and Alicia who wanted to know the full story. They went to the nearest restaurant area and had coffee while Tommy and Jennifer related events up to that time.

Jason and Alicia left for home soon after, leaving Jennifer and Tommy to make their way home. Exiting the air conditioned building they were immediately aware of the sultry stifling heat. Big spots of rain fell at an increasing rate and by the time they reached the car their clothes were saturated. Jennifer's light summer frock exposed her body. It clung to her like a second skin. Wet hair plastered her head and tendrils lay flat to her upper body.

Breathless, they soon had the car interior windows steamed up as the rain continued to lash down.

"Sis," said Tommy, "you ought to take off that dress or you'll catch a cold."

"I've got nothing else to put on," she said.

"Does it matter, because right now I can see every sensuous curve, every delightful hollow and every wonderful contour of your sexy body and I'm so hard down there that I think I'm gonna burst. Besides, no one can see in here. Take it off and once the rain subsides I'll take it into the terminal and use the restroom hand driers to at least dry it off a bit."

Jennifer saw the logic to this and quickly hitched up her dress but was struggling to get the material over her head as it stuck to her wet skin. 

Tommy eased himself across the gear stick and into the driver's foot-well where he helped her to push the dress up over her head. The contact between Tommy's hands and Jennifer's slippery arms electrified the kiss when it came. Jennifer wrapped her arms around Tommy's young body. 

His t-shirt rubbed harshly against her excited nipples; nipples that had previously jolted to life during the run to the car. Aroused nipples, that had been teased upwards during removal from their confinement inside her elasticated bodice. She probed his mouth with her tongue. They kissed so passionately that Jennifer had to push him away to get air into her oxygen starved lungs.

"If I'm nude then you should be to," she enthused, grasping his t-shirt and removing it in one quick movement. Tommy removed his sodden jeans and boxer shorts with some difficulty and then brother and sister were once again locked together in an embrace that saw wisps of steam emerge between their rain soaked bodies.

Jennifer felt his huge erection nestling against her lower belly as they continued to arouse their bodies using touch, lips and tongues. Tommy lifted Jennifer's wet buttocks closer to the edge of the seat. His fingers delicately toyed with her aroused clitoris emerging from inside its hood. 

Hands sensually stroked Tommy's cock that was so big, wet and leaking precum. Jennifer yearned for it inside her and literally pulled him towards her aching cunt.

Jennifer whispered beside his ear, "Fuck me, little brother, fuck me hard and slow. I want you inside me, now."

Tommy's prick wavered around her lewd, puffy slit as he slid up and down it, teasing her into a wanton state of arousal. She cried, "Please, Tommy, pleeease fuck me now."

His whole length slid eagerly up her slick, velvet channel. "Ohhh," she moaned, "you fill me so wonderfully. God, it's so incredibly big. Oh, Tommy, make me cum. Make me cum and cum and cum."

Tommy slowly eased his muscular buttocks away from her body, her cunt lips dragging sensually on the skin of his cock, then eased his erection back up into her waiting pink orifice. Her vaginal muscles clenched at his cock, squeezing around and down his cock head. 'Such delightful sensations should be rewarded,' he thought. His thumb found her bud. Using juices flowing copiously from her lustful slit, his thumb eagerly and gently massaged the hard nubbin.

"Oh, Tommy, yes, yes, just there. Oh yes, yes, yes. I'm cumming. I'm cumming, don't stop now. Dear god, I'm cummmmmmming. Ohhhhhh!" Her back arched to push her young, succulent breasts against his hard body. Her body jerked once, twice, three times. A rippling spasm of pleasure radiating through her tender young body. Her open mouth locked in a silent scream of unutterable ecstasy.

Tommy felt his balls fill and he too erupted inside the silky confines of her sleek sheath. Jennifer's vaginal muscles, clutched around his penis, milked his gland. All too soon he slipped from her plowed hole. Warm, welcome kisses from her younger brother, elicited from Jennifer an emotional outpouring of sweet tenderness towards him. It took her breath away.

The sound of their kisses brought their thoughts back to reality. The rain had at last abated. Tommy tried to get dressed with some help from 

Jennifer who ducked down in her foot-well to swallow Tommy's flaccid penis. Licking and sucking him back to almost full arousal.

He stuffed himself into his boxer shorts and eventually managed to get back into his jeans. He got out of the car, opened the rear door and took out Jennifer's wet dress.

"See you soon," he said, closing both doors and hurrying towards the terminal. His idea worked and, although he received a few puzzled looks from other people, he soon had Jennifer's dress dry again.

Back home they were all excited at this strange turn of events and pondered on what may have happened to Ava and her mother if he had managed to get Ava on that flight. While Jason drove to the police station to pick her up both Tommy and Jennifer took separate showers. Once Jason and Ava were home the family sat in the lounge consuming a great deal of alcohol. Apparently he'd told Ava that if she didn't go home with him quietly then harm would come to her mother.

Alicia sat closer to Jason on the couch than she normally did and caressed his inner thigh, "I took an instant dislike to him after he'd uttered one sentence. His leering look unnerved me and his tone was awful,' she said, a look of distaste on her face, "ugh; a thoroughly horrible man."

"Now you can appreciate why I left home," Ava responded, who sat nestled comfortably between Jennifer and Tommy on the other couch.

Alicia looked towards Jennifer and asked, "You were a long time in getting home from the airport, honey. What took you both so long?"

"Well," interjected Tommy, "we got caught in the heavy rain between the terminal and the car."

"And?"

Tommy looked anxiously across at Jennifer, "We had to dry off a bit before coming home. Jennifer's dress was wet through and... Well, I took it to the restroom and used the hand driers to try and get it dry. We were in such a hurry to tail Ava's stepfather that Jen never had time to put on any underwear and after that torrential downpour it was literally see through..."

Alicia's eyes lit up as she continued to coax Tommy, "So, Jennifer was naked in her car and..."

"Okay, mom, yes we made out in her car. Satisfied?"

Ava looked quizzically from Tommy to Jennifer, whose face beneath her tan had turned a lovely shade of pink. Ava's eyes found Jennifer's and she said quietly beneath her breath, "So, how was it for you, Jen?"

"Oh, you know, like, utterly blissful,' she whispered, lifting her hand from her lap to rest on Ava's inner thigh; her fingers nonchalantly brushing the naked flesh of her tanned legs. To Ava her short summer frock suddenly turned into a winter fur coat as her temperature soared.

She exclaimed in a low voice, "Wow; with your brother? You'll have to explain to an illiterate Sacramento girl what's going on here... Jennifer... Alicia... somebody?"

Alicia surprised everyone by stating the obvious, "Incestuous relationships occur more frequently than you may believe. For only a very short while now both Tommy and Jennifer have had carnal knowledge. I made sure that her doctor put Jennifer on the pill. Jason, myself and Tommy have shared a bed, while Jennifer, myself and Jason have had carnal knowledge. Oh, and I've also had carnal knowledge with Tommy." A bemused Ava then asked, "Could you explain what you mean by carnal knowledge?"

"We've fucked one another, and, I have to say those sexual experiences were absolutely mind blowing."

Jason looked across at Ava and said, "I appreciate that these revelations may shock you, Ava, but it's definitely not our intention to draw you into anything that you don't wish to become involved."

Looking first at Jennifer then at Tommy, Ava said, "Too late, Jason. I believe I'm already involved with your daughter; and your son." She wrapped one arm around Jennifer and the other round Tommy and drew their heads towards hers. Their kisses lit up the room. A delighted Alicia quickly turned towards Jason and they too became a tangled web of arms and legs as their passion propelled them towards a dance of sexual arousal.

"Not here," said Ava to Tommy and Jennifer, 'let's go upstairs to your room, Jen. I'm not quite ready to make love in front of your parents or, for that matter, watch while they make love."

They said goodnight to their parents who just waved at them as they scrambled to undress one other. Each new exposed area of flesh receiving lascivious attention.

Tommy headed for the bathroom while the two girls, out of sight of prying eyes, enjoyed the moment. Their kisses and wandering fingers hindering their progress up the stairs. After they reached Jennifer's room, each item of divested clothing was followed by an intense involvement of tongues, kisses and delving fingers. Nude they stood embraced in each other's arms. The aroma of arousal lingering amid an intoxicating smell of jasmine.

Continued...



Sweet Revenge Ch. 04



Helena eased the Mercedes out of the garage, turned into the driveway and after pausing briefly at the gate, drove quickly into the street.

She had what were now becoming common place feelings of apprehension as she went to yet another assignation with the doctor who now had complete control over her life. Fortunately her husband was away at a business conference and would not be returning for a week. This avoided having to make excuses about visiting friends. The car drove quietly but quickly towards the motorway on her way north. 

Handling the car with an experts touch she thought of her predicament. She had originally gone to the doctor because she thought she was pregnant, this proved to be incorrect, but even now he still held control over her after her disgrace in his surgery and then of course the rest of the humiliating videos and photos. The thing was, although she hated being used like this, there was also an element of excitement in it. The doctor's perverted imagination had placed her in several perilous positions, but up to now she had never been caught. She wondered what he wanted now. 

She had been ordered to drive north across the border. Although it was over two hundred miles, in the fast car it would only take about an hour and a half. She was to find a pub in a country town Cragill, where she was to meet the doctor.

She had been ordered to wear her very respectable grey business suit, white blouse, slip, stockings and regular underwear. This surprised her as normally he wanted her to wear some weird gear or none at all!

The miles purred past until she approached the exit route she was instructed to take. From then on she drove more slowly along the narrower country roads. Finally at almost twelve she approached Cargill. It was a small sized town with a main road and a few side roads. It did not take her long to find the pub. She parked the car as instructed in a car park between the pub and a three floor office block noticing the doctors Porsche. After getting out and locking the door she took a deep breath and entered through the front door.

The place was full even at this early hour and the room was full of noise and chatter. Working my way through the crowd of mostly men I spied the doctor sitting drinking a glass of wine and approached him.

"What do you want this time, were miles from anywhere?"

"Helena, you should have learnt by now don't ask questions, I'll tell you what to do and when, now I'll fetch you a drink and a snack. Sit down and keep quiet."

Helena sat on the stool, ignoring the uncouth men who stood staring at her.

After a few moments the doctor returned with a few sandwiches, and another glass of wine.

She munched on the sandwiches as the doc looked around the bar. She never expected any conversation and was never disappointed. The doctor had made it clear on numerous occasions that he was only interested in her body.

They sat until both had finished, and looking at his watch he said, "Right let's get on with it. Come on."

The doctor led Helena out of the pub across the car park to the office building on the opposite side. The side door was open and the doctor led Helena through. They walked past a stair well and into the ground floor corridor. Next to the stairs was a lift which they took to the top floor. The doctor knew exactly where to go leading Helena to a small office at the end of the corridor.

"Now you are to go into this office and sit at the desk, now that shouldn't be too difficult should it?"

"But what's going on?"

"You will soon find out, for now all you have to do is wait. I will leave you here and see you later."

Helena heart started to beat as the doctor opened the door and left, what on earth was going on?

The doctor smiled to himself as he left Helena waiting nervously, this adventure had been initiated a week earlier whilst I was talking to a friend of mine who was in special branch of the army. I can recall it in every detail...

"It's a pity we can't get our hands on a real woman for a change, all these practices on dummies is no fun at all."

"Do you mean that Donald?"

"Right on doc."

Donald worked for a very secret part of the government. Its operations were very covert and only just bordered on the legal, and in fact sometimes went over the border. Catching and interrogating terrorists was one of their activities.

"If we could get hold of a real woman it might stimulate these wankers into some action."

"Well I might just be able to help you there," I said.

"Do you mean that?"

"Oh I think I can get someone to help you."

"She not some ugly bitch is she?"

"Oh no, definitely not that." I winked.

"Well in that case..."

I leant over to him, "leave it to me."

And that is how Helena came to be sitting at a desk in an office building in the center of town, when six masked men entered the room carrying short sub machine-guns.

"Get on the floor quick and no false moves."

"What!"

"On the floor."

The man shouted at her. Still resisting she was grabbed by two of the men and pushed roughly to the ground.

"Hands behind your back."

Helena frightened by the violence of the men obeyed. The carpet smelt of cleaner and she was strangely aware of the rough texture of the pile.

"Standard cuffs 1."

Helena's hands were grabbed and her wrists were encased in the metal cuffs. With all the wriggling and speed, her skirt had ridden up her legs exposing the darker tops of her stockings to the men. She wanted to pull it down but was helpless to do so.

"You can't do this."

"Shut up!"

The man shouted at her as he leant over her.

"Lift her up."

She was dragged to her feet, to stand held by her arms between two men of the men. One of them turned to the other men who stood alert looking at Helena. Donald looked at the woman, god she was a stunner. The doctor had not lied when he said she was something else, not only that she was his to do as he wanted, but he was not allowed to fuck her. Donald had been very specific on that count. Still that gave him plenty of scope!

"What now 2?"

"Check for concealed weapons sir."

"Go on then."

The man approached her and ran his hands lightly under her armpits and down her sides.

Helena struggled in the mens grip.

"Nothing there sir."

"How would you know you wally, she's the enemy not yer girlfriend. Like this and watch."

The man came over to Helena and roughly held her hair forcing her head around.

"Where are they then?"

"I don't..."

"Shut up!"

He shouted into her face. He then transferred his hands and pushed them up into Helena's armpits and then firmly ran them down and over her breasts thumbs down her cleavage and fingers around the outer edges, he squeezed them roughly. Her tits were marvelous firm under the outer clothing she was wearing. Helena struggled more, but could not escape the exploring hands which ran down her front and around her waist. They then cupped her buttocks and ran down the crack between her cheeks. Finally he let go of her and turned around to face the men.

"Oh yes one more place."

With which he brutally forced one of his hands up between her thighs under her skirt and up into her crutch, making her squeal as her rubbed her crotch.

He stood up,

"That's how it's done. Now you do it."

For the next twenty minutes Helena had to suffer the indignities of the six men fondling and feeling her body. Thank goodness she was fully clothed.

"Good, that's better."

Helena's body felt sore from the mens hands.

"Now what's next?"

"Strip search, outer clothes removed, sir."

"That's right.'

"Oh no you don't, you can't!"

The man smiled as he turned to Helena, who stood shaking with the shock of it all.

"Shut up bitch, any more comments and you'll be gagged."

Again he roughly pulled her hair and spoke very close to her face.

"Do you hear?"

Helena nodded mute, unable to respond to the man's aggression. He turned to the men again.

"OK this is the procedure, watch."

As if the mens eyes weren't already glued onto Helena.

The leader approached and slowly undid Helena's only jacket button and then lifting it pushed it over her shoulders, where it slid down her arms to gather at her wrists. Donald watched her face as he was slowly stripping her, reveling in the shock and fear there. He looked down at her chest, Helena's breasts forced her white blouse out in inviting curves. He could see the pattern of her underwear through the material.

"That's the gentlemen's way. This way seems more effective."

Again he approached Helena, who struggled feebly in the mens strong grasp.

"You can't do this... stop it..."

But they could and there was nobody to hear her.

The leader hands went to undo the top button, but this time instead of undoing each carefully as before he gripped the edges of the material and ripped the front open. Buttons shot across the room from the ripped material and then as she stood with the front opened revealing her lacy bra, the blouse was then roughly pulled over her shoulders to rest on top of her jacket along her arms.

The men stared at her chest where her brief bra cupped those ample globes pushing them into a deep cleavage. Her cupped breasts nearly looked too big for her lithe slim frame, but only nearly. The man's hands reached down to her skirt and in one movement ripped the fastener and zip apart and pulled the clothing down her legs. to leave her standing in her bra, suspenders and stockings and scanty panties. The mens eyes feasted on her exposed body, one moment looking at her chest and the next down at her thighs which showed pale above the tops of her stockings. Her scanty panties only just covering her maidenhead.

"Undo the cuffs and remove those articles of clothing No 2, this might be a good time to place our neck cuffs on. Have you got them there 3?"

"Yes sir."

"How are they fitted then 3?"

"Neck first sir and then each wrist right hand first sir."

The man recited parrot fashion. Helena was too shocked to utter a sound.

"OK do it then."

Helena felt a collar placed around her neck and then her cuffs were undone to allow her blouse and jacket to also be removed. Then her arms were forced up behind her back, just below her shoulder blades and these were then attached by the wrist to by cuffs attached to her collar by chains. Helena again struggled in the men's grasp but aby movement of her arms pulled on her throat so she stopped struggling.

"Good, let's see what we have here, what's the next step 2?"

"Repeat body check, sir."

"Very good 2. Go ahead then."

The man approached Helena and again ran his hands under her armpits and across her breast, this time she felt the skin of his hands across the top of her breasts. Down her body and then up between her legs.

"Na. na.. nothing there sir he stammered."

The men stared at Helena's slim form. 

"Good, you can never tell and in this game we have to check everything. I don't think we all need to check at this stage, so what next."

"Full strip sir."

"Excellent 3."

"Wait a minute, you can't do this, I demand to be released..."

"I told you to shut up, 3 gag her."

Helena was grabbed again around the head and a rubber gag forced into her mouth and tied around her head. Although she could breathe she could not say anything.

"Mmmmm...mmmm."

"Good, right 4, remove her bra, careful it may be booby trapped."

The men laughed, but Helena did not laugh with them. The man pulled at the back of her bra before obviously taking note of the leader's example ripped the bra off her body breaking the shoulder straps and front strap. Helena stood, held before the men her breasts bared for their inspection. Their stares were now fixed on her breasts. Donald examined her minutely her globes were perfect without disfiguring veins or lumps. Her aureoles small and perfect, the nipples large like raspberries.

"Now the panties."

The man bent over and ripped the skimpy material from her body to reveal her hairy crotch to the men. She still struggled but was held far too firmly.

"That's more like it. Not bad eh 3."

"No sir."

"OK repeat the search like this."

The leader came over to Helena again, and roughly pulled her breasts about lifting and squeezing them making Helena squirm in the men's grasp. He pinched her nipples between his fingers and wrenched them about.

"mmm...MMMM"

His hands then went between her legs and she could feel his fingers rubbing her sex.

"OK, off with her suspenders and stockings, we want her completely naked, not that they cover much, but you never know." He winked at his men.

The men again moved to obey, clumsily with shaking fingers they unclipped her stockings and slid them down her legs, all the while from close up staring down at her pubes. The suspenders were then removed and now she was totally nude.

"Sir can we all check out the breasts sir?"

"Of course 4, be my guest, in fact you can all check her over now."

For the next fifteen minutes Helena was submitted to all the men groping her nakedness. Her breasts were pulled and squeezed lifted and rubbed as the men enjoyed her humiliation at their hands. Also her sex was stroked and fingered as the mens fingers rubbed around her cunt.

"OK, she all clear, what now 3."

Internal check sir."

"Good, lay her on her back on the table."

"MMMM...MMMMMM."

Helena again tried to struggle but they were far too strong for her.

She was laid back onto the table. The surface was cold and hard on her bare back. Her breasts wobbled on her chest as she was moved about. She tried to use her legs, but these were also held tight. Her arms behind her back forced her body to arch on the flat surface.

"Lovely tits she's got that's for sure."

"Concentrate 2. OK lift her legs, hold them you two! Now open her thighs up."

The men forced her legs apart, revealing her sex to them in all its glory. Her red pubic hair was parted in the middle by her prominent labial flaps curled like oyster gills. The men gawked at her sex. There was silence as they took in the nude woman lying exposed to them.

"Look at that lovely cunt."

"Christ, my cocks as stiff as anything."

Donald perved down at her sex. All the men now were close around the table as Helena lay revealed to them.

"OK we check the vagina first for concealed goods."

Donald reached down and placing his fingers on each side of her labia pulled them apart to reveal her clitoris.

"Lovely, one of the best cunts I've ever seen."

Helena lay still feeling the man's fingers on her genitals. Held firmly by the two men she was helpless to stop him. Donald then wet his first finger and slowly forced it into Helena's vagina.

"Jesus this is heaven." thought Donald.

Her tight orifice closed around his digit and as he force the finger deeper into the woman's body he could feel her body heat as he stared down at her vulva as his finger penetrated further inside. Her full maidenhead of red pubic hair fascinated him. Helena struggled as the finger probed deeper inside her. It wiggled around inside her as Donald took his time over this violation. Finally he took out his finger.

"OK your turns now, and don't all rush at once!"

Again Helena suffered the indignity of having all the men probing into her most intimate parts. But finally they finished and stood around the table. By now the men had let her go as she lay quiescent in front of them her legs wide apart for them the savor her obscene nudity.

"Next the arsehole, I'm told she clean inside, pull her legs right up," the men did as he said.

"now either wet the finger or use some Vaseline we won't worry about gloves."

He licked his finger and after parting Helena's buttocks wet the entrance to her anus and then thrust his finger into her.

"Mmmm, mmm" Helena squealed and wriggled as his finger violated her backside.

"OK you lot, your turn," he smiled as he removed his finger and let the res of the men finger her.

They finally stood back.

"My cock is almost bursting." He said.

"Mine too."

"OK then, were not to fuck her, but then I suppose there's no reason why we should release the tensions a bit, is there men?"

With which Donald undid his trousers and lowering them with his underpants revealed his rampant cock to all the men there. The foreskin was drawn revealing his tip, bright purple from the sexual strain.

As if by instant agreement all the men lowered their trousers and stood around Helena, their cocks at attention. Donald started to stroke his cock and the rest followed suit until they were all masturbating furiously. It didn't take long for them to come, as they were so worked up. One by one they ejaculated over Helena's naked form. Semen covered her breasts, belly pubic hair and finally one of the men came all over her face.

"Christ I needed that!"

"And how."

"OK men, that's it."

Helena was stood up and the cuffs removed. She lowered her arms, but made no attempt to cover herself. Somebody undid the gag, but she was too stunned and exhausted to think of anything to say. She stood, the semen running down her body leaving glistening trails.

"There is a shower through. Use it now. Go." He smacked her buttock.

Donald pointed at a door. Helena as if in a dream did as she was told and went through the door into a small bathroom, where there was a shower cubicle in one corner.

Helena turned on the water and washed the semen off her body. As the hot water started to wash away the memories she started to come around. What were these men going to do now? She automatically washed her hair and finishing, got out of the cubicle. She looked around for some towels but there were none only a hair drier. She used this to dry herself not wanting to confront the men again. 

Minutes later she was dry. She used her fingers to brush her hair. Tiptoeing to the door she placed her ear against the door leading back into the room, but there was no sound. She slowly opened the door and was pressurized to see the room completely empty. There was no sign of the men or of what had just taken place.

She tentatively opened the door and walked through. She covered her breasts with one arm and her pubes with the other. No the room was completely empty. On the table, where earlier she had lain violated, were her car keys. Besides a chair there was nothing else in the room. 

Where were her clothes? She felt rising panic. She looked around but there was nowhere to hide her clothes. They had been taken. She returned to the small bathroom, but there was nothing in there. She opened a small cupboard hoping to find some towels to wrap around herself, but again was nothing.

Returning back into the main room she again looked around but there was absolutely nothing for her to cover her nakedness, not even curtains. 

She had to get to her car, but it was down in the car park. How was she going to get from here to there without being seen? Whatever, she was determined to get away.

She opened the outer door a crack and peeped into the corridor. At the end was a lift, and next to it the emergency fire stairs. She opened the door a bit wider and listened, her heart thumping. Nothing, no sounds, gathering her courage she quickly trotted to the lift and pressed the call button. It responded immediately and opened. As she entered she could see herself reflected naked in the shiny metal panels of the lift. As the doors started to close she suddenly panicked. She couldn't use the lift as she would be trapped inside if anyone called it before it reached the bottom. She just managed to stop the door closing and slipped back out to the corridor.

What was she to do?

She spotted the emergency exit and decided it had to be a better option. Still clutching at her body she pushed the doors open and entered the stair well. It was completely silent. She sprinted down the stairs, silent in her bare feet. Throwing caution to the winds she slid one hand down the bannisters as she took the steps three at a time. Her breasts bounced up and down on her chest each time she landed. Half way down she stopped and listened, still silence.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 04



Taking a deep breath Helena plunged on, now desperate to reach the car park before being discovered.

Luck was with her and there were no interruptions to her mad rush down the stairs.

Finally she reached the ground floor and opening the door a crack she looked over to where her car was parked in the car park. There were still a few cars parked around. As she scanned the cars she could see her Mercedes on the other side. She opened the door and again listen, holding her breath as she did so, nothing see stood on tip toes and could see nobody, Thank god for that she said to herself! She then ran flat out for her car. Her breasts swinging wildly as she sprinted across the concrete. Suddenly there was the sound of a car motor in the distance. Oh no! Another car was entering the car park. She managed to reach a group of cars near hers as a black Volvo came into sight. Ducking down between the cars she stopped gasping. She suddenly realized how cold it was in the car park, Goosebumps stood out on her skin as she crouched behind the cars. She didn't dare take a look in case she was seen. 

The sound of the car came closer. It pulled into a space one car away from where she was crouched naked on the concrete. She peeped under the car. The Volvo's motor was cut. Silence filled the car park. After a brief pause the car door opened and judging from the shoes and trousers, two men got out. Helena watched their feet as they made their way to the front of the car. Quickly she scuttled to the back of the car she was behind the car keeping low. She prayed that they'd quickly leave the car park. But as she waited nude, vulnerable, they seemed to take hours chatting before they made for the exit. Finally though they left, and with another quick peek around the car park was finally able to reach her car.

Fumbling with the keys Helena opened the boot to get the car rug out, but it was not there. Never mind maybe she must have left it on the back seat, but when she opened the driver's door and looked in the back, it was gone. In fact there was nothing inside to cover her nakedness. 

There was nothing for it, she would have to drive as she was, fortunately the windows were slightly darkened which would help hide her from other eyes. She climbed in, the leather felt cold on her bare skin. She checked the gas, and yes there was still enough fuel to get her home, so without further delay she started the car and drove out of the car park and into the town.

Within a short time she found herself on the motorway heading south.

Phew!

She had made it. It felt strange driving the car completely nude, almost surreal. She relaxed for the first time since the start of this adventure. Strange because looking back it was an adventure, and no harm was done really. She grinned to herself as she recalled the mens re-action to her body. Dirty buggers!

Setting the cruise control to 120 the car sped her towards her home and safety.



Sweet Revenge Ch. 04



When she woke, it was morning, and she rolled to find the bed empty beside her. Had Richard returned in the night? Surely, she would have woken if he had. Her heart ached as she thought of him lying next to Samiya somewhere else in the camp. 

She stiffened her spine and made the short walk to the spring to bathe. She certainly wasn't going to hide in her tent all day.

It had become her custom to rise early and indulge in a morning bath while the men were away. That way, she didn't have to worry about Richard intruding on her, as he had done that first morning. She had just stepped beneath the trickling water when she heard someone coming into the clearing. She crossed her arms quickly over her breasts, as she eyed her towel that was lying just out of reach. She looked up to see Samiya sauntering into view.

Samiya smirked at her as she approached. "Were you lonely last night?" she asked.

Karina glared at Samiya. The nerve of the woman to flaunt the fact that Richard must have shared her bed last night! Karina was determined not to let her see how much that disturbed her.

"As a matter of fact, I slept wonderfully well. I was glad not to have to endure any unwanted attentions." Karina wrinkled her nose delicately and returned to her bath. "If I were not being kept prisoner here, I would gladly leave, and you could have Richard all to yourself."

She was aware of the other woman's eyes sweeping her naked body, but she refused to show any embarrassment, as she carefully lathered her long, slender legs. To do so would have left her vulnerable to the other woman's insults and her pride wouldn't allow that.

Samiya secretly fumed as she watched Karina bathing. She was confident that she could win Rashid's favor, and if his response to her dance last night was any indication, it would not be long before she had him in her bed.

"You are a fool," Samiya purred, watching Karina closely. "Only a crazy woman would not want the attentions of a man such as Rashid. Last night was just the beginning. I will do whatever it takes to hold his interest long after he has forgotten about you!"

Karina raised a delicate brow and considered the other woman, before she began to soap her arms. "Yes, you made that abundantly clear with your dance last night. I don't think there was a man there that wouldn't have wanted you. Richard is no different. However, I will not be reduced to the level of whore by him or any other man." Karina's eyes speared the other woman, and her meaning was clear.

Samiya simply shrugged in dismissal, as she ran a hand down her curvaceous form. "You English women are so prudish in your thoughts. You fail to see that a woman's body is the only tool she has to get her way with men. I have learned to use mine, and I will soon have Rashid as my husband." Her eyes scanned Karina's body again, and she smiled smugly. "Mark my words, he will soon tire of you, and I will be waiting to welcome him with open arms." She gave a throaty laugh and turned to leave the clearing as abruptly as she had entered it.

Karina waited until Samiya had disappeared from sight, before she sank weakly back against the rocks. She began to tremble as tears threatened again, and she took several deep breaths to regain her composure. She didn't know why Samiya bothered her so much. Didn't she want to be rid of Richard's attentions? After all, she hated him!

She finished her bath with grim determination and returned to the camp to help Fatima prepare the morning meal. Fatima eyed her closely, taking note of the dark circles under her eyes and her pale cheeks.

"I noticed Samiya walking back from the spring this morning," she stated quietly. "Did she intrude upon your bath?"

Karina expelled a deep sigh. "She came to taunt me with the fact that Richard is attracted to her."

"I told you that he had never given her much notice. Any attraction is surely in her imagination." She tried to sound reassuring, but Karina shook her head slowly.

"No, I saw him watching her with my own eyes last night. Didn't you see the way she danced for him? He was obviously interested in everything she was offering him. Then, he didn't return to bed last night, so I can only assume he spent the night with Samiya."

Fatima frowned thoughtfully. She had watched Richard with Karina, and she had been convinced that he cared for her more than he wanted to admit. Fatima had secretly been hoping that there might be a chance for them to find happiness together. However, she didn't want to foster false hopes for the girl, and she turned back to the food, biting her tongue in silence.

They worked quietly until the men returned for breakfast. As the men sat around the table, several women bustled around to serve the meal. Samiya hovered over Richard. Several times, she bent across him, brushing her breasts against his arm. He looked up at her as she spoke to him in Arabic, and he laughed at what she had said.

Karina felt a stab of jealousy, but she turned away to offer bread to the other men. She smiled at Amir, when he spoke to her, and he smiled reassuringly. While the gesture warmed her heart, Karina could take no real comfort from it. She knew that she was merely Richard's mistress and nothing more.

When the meal was concluded, Karina made her way alone to their tent. She hadn't exchanged two words with Richard all morning. When he poked his head through the flap of the tent a few minutes later, she whirled away from him and pointedly ignored him as she tidied the items on her small table.

Richard came to stand behind her, and he leaned over to nibble her shoulder, as his hands came up to cup her breasts. Karina stiffened and said caustically, "Is Samiya too busy to accommodate you just now?" She imbued the words with venom, and he turned her to face him.

He knew that she must think he had spent the night with the other woman, and he continued to let her think the worst. He kept telling himself that if he made her hate him, it would be easier on her when he sent her back to her father. He rolled one nipple into a hardened bud.

"I can think about her later. Right now, I want you."

He swooped to kiss her, but she ducked to the side, and his kiss landed on her hair. Cold fury bubbled up inside her, and for once, her anger overshadowed her passion.

Richard was used to her resistance, and he continued to kiss her in an effort to stir her senses. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed, where he quickly divested them both of their clothing. However, this time her determination to resist him was bolstered by her hurt and anger, and she managed to remain passive and unresponsive to his touch.

He nibbled her sensitive skin and caressed her in all the spots that usually inflamed her passion, but she lay still and limp against him. He drew her nipple into the hot cavity of his mouth and suckled firmly, but instead of moaning her pleasure and arching her back as she usually did, she continued to lie still on the bed. She kept her eyes tightly closed, and her lips were compressed into a grim frown.

As he bombarded her with sensation, she whipped up her righteous fury over his infidelity, and for once, her mind won out over her body. His own blood was boiling with desire for her, and it was a long time before Richard could acknowledge Karina's lack of response. Finally, he lifted his head to stare down at her as a deep frown marred his forehead.

Karina opened her eyes and glared up at him as his eyes probed hers. "What's the matter? Am I not as pleasing as Samiya?" She ran a hand seductively over her full breasts and down her hip, noting that she had his undivided attention. She could feel his erection pressing against the flesh of her hip, but she ignored the evidence of his passion as she continued to taunt him. "Is my body less appealing than hers?"

Richard's eyes followed where her hand led, over her taut nipples, her slender waist and long flowing limbs, and his eyes burned with desire. Samiya couldn't compare, and he was tempted to blurt out that information, but kept quiet. He didn't feel any satisfaction from the fact that his plan was working.

Releasing a frustrated groan, he thrust Karina from him and rose to dress. She remained unmoving as he stared down at her, and he finally turned and stalked out of the tent.

Karina smiled as she reached for her dress and donned it. Finally, she had managed to resist his charms, and she was determined not to give in to him again. He might keep her prisoner here, but she would be damned if she would allow him to humiliate her any further! She ignored the empty ache in her loins and resumed her normal activities.

***********

The next several days were tense ones. Karina continued to renew her righteous anger whenever she thought of Samiya. That was occurring more and more often, as the other woman made no effort to disguise her interest in Richard. Whenever the villagers gathered, Samiya would make a point of sitting next to him, and she always managed to find a way to draw his attention to her. He didn't seem to mind her efforts in the least. In fact, he encouraged her through his silence.

Karina noticed that Richard would often smile down at Samiya and whisper in her ear, while he ignored Karina entirely. She told herself that she was glad his interest had shifted to the other woman, but the victory was hollow. Especially when she felt the tightening in her chest that was becoming more and more familiar at the sight of them together.

Richard flirted shamelessly with Samiya, and his people were confused by the shift in his interest. They had come to respect and admire Karina, and they didn't understand why he had abruptly changed his mind. However, they resigned themselves to wait and see what his intentions were. They knew him to be a good man, and they had confidence that he would make the right decision where the two women were concerned.

Only Fatima and Amir were bold enough to voice their disapproval. Fatima confronted Richard when he returned to the village one morning.

"Why do you continue to dally with Samiya, when I know that you are not seriously interested in her?" She watched him patiently for his response.

Richard frowned at her darkly. For the first time, he did not seek her counsel. "I have my reasons."

"Whatever your reasons, your actions are not right. You will hurt both Karina and Samiya, and neither of them deserves that. You need to be honest with them."

Richard gave an exasperated sigh, as he glared down at Fatima. "I will handle things my own way. I don't need your advice."

He turned on a heel and stalked away, leaving Fatima frowning in his wake. She had never seen him so angry or unreasonable, and she shook her head in disapproval.

Later that day, Richard was grooming one of his stallions alongside Amir, who was performing the same task on a different horse. Richard didn't have his usual patience with the animal, and Amir noticed.

"What's the matter with you? You've been in a foul mood for the past few days."

Richard glared at him and continued to brush the horse. "Women! They baffle me."

Amir raised his eyebrows. "I'm not sure what you are baffled about. The only thing that surprises me is how you can be shocked by Karina's anger. The way you have been acting lately with Samiya, any woman would be angry at you."

Richard stopped brushing and stared at the other man. Amir was his closest friend, and Richard had thought that he, above anyone else should understand his position.

"What are you saying?" he asked coldly.

Amir stopped working as well, and the two men stood watching each other. "I am saying that you are not being fair to Karina. You brought her here out of revenge against her father. While I disapproved, I remained silent. Given the brutality of how Ameena was killed, I felt you deserved some flexibility in how you sought your revenge. However, I have observed Karina over the past weeks, and she has shown herself to be gentle and kind. She doesn't deserve what you have done to her. Ameena would not approve. And now, on top of everything else, you are amusing yourself with Samiya."

Richard ground his teeth in frustration that for the second time that morning, a trusted friend would turn against him. "I have my reasons," he growled.

Amir raised a skeptical brow. "Well, while you pursue your 'reasons', you may lose your only chance to find happiness again." He looked at Richard for a long moment more, before he dropped his brush and walked away.

Richard stood watching him, trying hard to swallow the lump in his throat. He felt that his own friends had deserted him, but he was determined to follow his plan. He refused to dwell on the things that might have been. If circumstances had been different, maybe he would have had a chance for happiness with Karina. However, there was no way to change what had happened between them. He was doing his best to lessen Karina's future pain, and if no one understood that, then too bad.

As the days passed, Karina grew more and more withdrawn. When Richard made love to her, she closed her eyes and thought about him with Samiya. It was an effective tool, and it allowed her to lay passive beneath him until he finished.

Richard hated the way things were between them. He had tasted Karina's sweet responsiveness in the past, and he longed to have it again. However, he knew that it would be better for Karina this way. She was strong willed, and if he could make her hate him, she would not be so hurt when he returned her to her father.

********

Richard woke up in the depths of night, and he listened to Karina's soft breathing. He resisted the urge for as long as possible before pulling her sleeping form against him. His heart ached with tenderness, and he longed to tell Karina his true feelings. Instead, he placed fleeting kisses along her neck and shoulder, while his hand explored her softer regions.

Karina released a sigh in her sleep, and snuggled closer against his chest. She was having the loveliest dream. Richard was lying with her in a lush green meadow, and they laughed as they rolled among the daisies. He rose on one elbow and smiled down at her, before he kissed her tenderly on the lips. She sighed, looping her arms about his neck. He nibbled on her taut nipple, laving it with his tongue until it became a hard pebble before he moved to her other breast. She moaned as he caressed the hot, slick flesh between her thighs, his fingers delving into her velvety softness. She opened her legs to welcome him and stroked the back of his hand in encouragement. He entered her with a strong thrust, and her eyes flew open as she came fully awake.

This was no dream! Richard was making love to her, and she couldn't resist the passion that he had ignited in her. She eagerly met his thrusts, and he rewarded her with a groan of pure pleasure. She tilted her hips and he plunged even deeper inside her. Her breath hitched at the incredible fullness. She gripped his shoulders and wound her legs around his waist. His eyes flared in triumph, as he devoured her swollen breasts with his tongue and teeth.

He traced molten kisses up her neck until he finally reached her parted lips, and she returned his kiss with eager abandon. They climaxed together, and she felt wave after wave of his hot seed bathing her womb as she clung to him to hold him inside for longer. Their eyes met and held for several long moments before he withdrew. They turned in opposite directions and went back to sleep, each wondering how to guard their heart from even more pain.

It was while she was bathing the following morning that Karina discovered she was pregnant. Her eyes widened as she realized that she hadn't had a monthly since her capture weeks before. She put a trembling hand over her naked belly and bit her bottom lip. She shouldn't have been at all surprised by the discovery.

Karina concluded her morning bath and returned to help with breakfast. Fatima eyed her closely, noticing her pale cheeks and the dark circles beneath her eyes.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?" she asked quietly.

Karina gave a slight shrug. "Well enough, I suppose." She couldn't bring herself to tell Fatima about the child. She knew she couldn't keep it a secret forever, but for now, she kept the knowledge to herself.

*********

The child she was carrying changed everything for Karina, and she worked on her own secret plan over the next several weeks. She had tried everything she could think of to keep from loving Richard, but nothing had worked. Even when he flirted with another woman, Karina still loved him. She was determined to win his love in return. If she was patient and persistent enough, perhaps she could make him fall in love with her, and then he wouldn't want to return her to her father. 

Apart from feeling sick in the mornings, Karina glowed with good health. She did her best to ignore Samiya's pursuit of Richard, for the other woman had not given up in her quest. If anything, she had redoubled her efforts.

One morning, as Karina sat sewing with Fatima, the older woman looked at her briefly and spoke in a quiet voice. "When are you going to tell Rashid that he is going to be a father?"

Karina paused mid-stitch. "How did you know?"

Fatima chuckled softly. "It's not that hard to see. You have not had a monthly since coming to us almost two months ago. You are radiant with good health. Your sickness in the mornings..." Her voice trailed off as a smile lit her wrinkled face, and she reached over to pat Karina's hand. "I have known for some time now, but I know that you have not told Rashid. You cannot hide it from him much longer. Pretty soon, your belly will start to grow."

Karina looked down and nodded. "Yes, I know. I just haven't wanted to change things." She bit her lip and continued, "I'm not sure how he will take the news." She looked at the older woman uncertainly.

Fatima sighed. "I cannot predict his reaction. I can only tell you that Rashid is a very stubborn and proud man. He has strong feelings for you, but he is battling with himself. You must find a way to tell him, and soon. Perhaps, when he is faced with the reality of having a child with you, he will rethink his position."

The opportunity came sooner than she had thought. That afternoon, as they sat in their tent, Karina looked over to see Richard watching her closely. "What's the matter?" she asked him softly.

"I was just wondering about why you seem so different lately. I can't quite put my finger on it, but you are changed somehow."

His eyes probed hers until her gaze skittered away. When she spoke, her voice was very low, and he had to strain to hear the words.

"Yes, motherhood has a way of changing a woman." She looked up to see his reaction, but his face was blank.

He mentally retraced the time since he had kidnapped her, and he cursed his own stupidity for missing the signs. Of course, that explained much of her behavior lately. He felt a cold lump in his chest at the thought of letting her go. For the first time, he seriously doubted his ability to carry out his plan. Cutting Karina out of his life would be like cutting out his heart, and he wasn't sure he was strong enough to do that.

Richard clenched his jaw and held his silence. He needed time to think and sort out what he would do. He rose and walked to the door before turning back to her. He hesitated before speaking. "I will see you at dinner," he finally murmured, before he left the tent.

Karina sat trembling in his absence. She had finally found the courage to tell him, and his reaction, or lack thereof had taken her completely by surprise. She had expected smugness or gloating. She hadn't been prepared for his total lack of emotion. She wrapped her arms around her knees and placed her cheek atop them.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 04



*********

That night, Richard didn't touch Karina when they went to bed. Karina read his withdrawal as a rejection of her. Obviously, he wanted nothing more to do with her, now that he had gotten her with child. 

Karina cried quietly, being careful to conceal her trembling. So this was what it felt like to be in love with a man who didn't return your feelings, she thought bitterly. She hadn't intended to fall in love with him. She would have given anything if only she could hate him and his baby growing inside her.

She felt an immediate stab of guilt from the thought, and she placed a tender hand over her belly. Karina knew in her heart that she could never abandon her baby, as he intended. She certainly couldn't stay for the next several months and bear him a child, only to be shunned and sent back to her father. She would never give her child up while she still drew breath!

For the first time in weeks, she seriously considered the possibility of escaping. Richard had scared her with his threats toward her father, but now Karina was desperate. Even if it meant possible danger to her father, she had to find some way to get away.

If she could reach her home before Richard, she could warn her father. She drew a shaky breath and felt remarkably calm as she thought of her options. It would be risky, but she was now fighting not only for herself but for her unborn child, and she had to try. She would have to plan carefully, though, for she would need supplies and a mode of transportation to make it across the desert alive.

Karina had deduced from watching the other villagers come and go that she was somewhere east of Cairo, but she didn't know just where. If she traveled due west, she would eventually reach the Nile river, and she could follow that to Cairo. She would rest today and gather the supplies she needed. Then, on the morrow, she would leave before sunup.

Richard returned the next morning to find Karina quiet and withdrawn. He assumed it was due to the babe.

"Do you feel alright this morning?" he asked, as he shed his dusty clothes and dressed in a fresh tunic.

"Hmm, yes fine," she murmured absentmindedly, trying to appear normal. "Are you hungry? I have a tray of bread and fruit for you."

He sat down to eat, and he watched her as he munched on the food. He needed to talk with her, but her reserve made him all the more nervous. He wanted to do what little he could to make things right between them. He couldn't change his past actions, but he hoped she might be willing to let him change their future. If he begged for her forgiveness and vowed to spend the rest of his life making it up to her, would she be receptive to his offer? Would she even listen?

Karina felt his gaze on her, and she bit her lip to stop it from trembling. She maintained her silence, and set about tidying the tent. She picked up his dirty clothes, and smoothed them over her arm, as she put them with the other laundry to be washed. Then, she tidied up her own items.

Richard realized she was fidgeting. He considered her with his head at an angle. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes, I said I am fine," she said nonchalantly, but she refused to look at him.

"Come here," he said quietly.

"As you can see, I am busy," she replied, not pausing in her activity.

"I can see you are fidgeting and trying your best to ignore me. Now, stop what you are doing and come here...please."

The fact that he had asked rather than demanded caught her off guard. She sank to her knees beside him. He watched her for several moments before rubbing his thumb across her cheek gently.

"Didn't you sleep well last night? You have circles under your eyes."

Karina sought for a way to divert his interest from her. She didn't want him watching her too closely, and she settled on attack as the best diversion.

"As a matter of fact, I didn't sleep very well, thinking about the baby. I was hoping that I wouldn't be able to bear you a child." She said the words as coldly as she could while keeping her chin from quivering through sheer dint of will.

He digested the words in silence, as he scanned her features. Her coldness sliced through his heart, but he had done little to encourage her to feel any warmth toward him, so he couldn't protest now. "Yes, you must be quite disappointed," he stated flatly.

She looked away and raised her chin a notch. "I suppose you are overjoyed now. Your plan for revenge against my father is proceeding just as you had hoped it would. Never mind the fact that my father never murdered anyone, or that I am innocent in the whole thing." She couldn't keep sudden tears from welling in her eyes, but he mistook them for tears of anger.

Richard wanted to tell her that he had changed his mind and beg her to stay with him, but he was afraid. What if she wouldn't agree? What if she couldn't forgive him? Would he be able to set her free if that was what she still wanted? These questions plagued him, and he remained tensely silent, as he watched her, trying to gauge what her reaction would be if he should admit to his true feelings.

Karina couldn't read his thoughts from his blank expression, and she wasn't sure why he hesitated. However, she could not maintain her cool facade through much more of his scrutiny. "Are you finished with me? I would like to continue my work," she snapped in irritation.

He nodded and rose to leave the tent. "I will see you at dinner," he said somewhat brusquely over his shoulder.

As the tent flap dropped into place behind him, the tears overflowed from Karina's eyes and rolled unheeded down her cheeks. God, how she wished things were different between them! She mentally shook herself. She didn't have time to wallow in her own misery. She had to proceed with her plans, for her own sake as well as the child's.

She spent the rest of the afternoon secretly gathering several skins filled with water. She hid a large chunk of cheese and some fruit in a cloth and stashed them in the corner of the tent, where they wouldn't be noticed. Next, she strolled around the camp nonchalantly, as she secretly surveyed the animals and spotted a small Arabian mare that looked as if it would suit her. It was in fine health, and seemed to be even tempered. Karina was an accomplished horsewoman, so she didn't doubt her ability to handle the animal, but she wanted as little trouble as possible. She located the bridles and other riding equipment and made a mental note of where they were stored. She would have to be able to locate the proper tent in the dark before sunrise to make good her escape.

When all was ready, she returned to the tent and prepared for dinner. It would be the last evening she would share with Richard, and she had to appear normal.

Richard was quieter than usual that evening, but he didn't seem to be suspicious of her plan. They sat with the others at dinner, and Karina chatted with Fatima as usual. Karina regretted that she wouldn't be able to say goodbye to the older woman. Fatima had become a good friend, but Karina didn't dare test her loyalty to Richard.

That night, when Richard turned to her, she didn't fight him. This would be the last time he held her, and her heart ached with the knowledge, making the moments bittersweet. She responded to him, pouring all her love for him into their coupling. Karina choked back anguished tears and let herself simply enjoy everything he was doing with her body.

Her reaction surprised him, but Richard wasn't about to question the change in her. He hadn't been able to find the right words to express himself, so he let his tender actions speak of all the longing in his heart. He lavished her with soft caresses and hot kisses, listening to the sound of her pleasured moans in the darkness. They reached a level of intimacy that had eluded them before, and they were each a bit stunned as they clung together, floating listlessly in the netherworld of passion, anchored only by each other.

Afterward, he pulled her into his arms and cradled her head against his shoulder. She didn't pull away from his embrace, and he wondered whether there might be a chance for a future between them after all.

Karina dozed fitfully during the night. Her heart ached with the knowledge that she would probably never see Richard again. He would never hold their baby or cradle her in his strong arms. Her throat ached from unshed tears, and she snuggled closer against him, attempting to draw out as much pleasure as she could from their final night together.



Sweet Revenge Ch. 05



Karina lay still and pretended to be asleep until Richard left their bed the next morning. She listened as the men mounted their horses and left the camp. She waited a few minutes more just to be sure they were completely out of sight of the camp. Then, she hurriedly dressed in a comfortable dress. She had found a pair of boys' pants in a laundry basket the day before, and she donned them under her dress so that her legs wouldn't be chafed unduly against the saddle. Since there was no sidesaddle, she would have to ride astride, like a man. She looked down at herself and wrinkled her nose. It was not much of a riding habit, but it was the best she could do on short notice. She gathered her provisions and stealthily crept from the tent.

There was a full moon, and the stars shone brightly in the sky. While Karina was glad of the light the moon lent to her, she had to be careful to stay in the shadows of the tents, as she made her way to where the horses were kept. She didn't think anyone else in the camp was awake, but she wasn't willing to take any chances.

She located the saddle and bridle she would need, along with a soft, cotton blanket. Quietly, she made her way to where the small mare she had chosen was grazing, and the horse raised her head and whinnied softly as she approached. Karina offered her a small piece of fruit, and the horse munched happily, as she saddled her and adjusted the bridle. When all was ready, Karina used the towel to tie her bundle of provisions to the back of the saddle, then she led the mare out of the camp. When she was far enough away that no one would hear her, she mounted the horse and reined her toward the south.

Karina had decided to travel for a mile or so to the south before turning due west toward the Nile River. She wanted the villagers to think she had traveled in a different direction, in case they found her tracks. If Richard believed she was headed into the desert where she would surely perish, he might be tempted to spend some time looking for her. Surely he would be concerned for his unborn child, if not for her. That might buy her the time she needed to reach her home and protect her father.

When she estimated that she had ridden far enough to throw them off track, she turned due west and said a silent prayer that she was indeed going in the right direction. Hopefully, the light breeze that was blowing would be enough to erase her tracks before anyone was able to follow her.

A trio of hours had passed by the time the sun finally rose. Until then, the air had been cool, but Karina quickly began to feel like the dark blue dress she was wearing was her own private oven. She plucked at the neckline, trying to release some of the heat that had built underneath. Sweat trickled down between her breasts, and her face was already beginning to turn a bright pink. She wished she had thought to bring something to make a shade.

Karina was careful to drink often from the water jugs she had prepared, and she shared generously with her mount. The last thing she needed was to be stranded in the desert, because her horse had collapsed from thirst.

She felt like she had been traveling forever, but she knew it was not even noon, based on the position of the bright sun in the sky. Her lips felt dry and cracked, and she felt like her skin was on fire, but she pushed ever onward, praying she would reach her home in time.

*********

Richard arrived in the village with his men around mid-morning. He gave his horse a good rubdown and sent it to graze in the nearby bush before heading to his tent. He lifted the flap and strode inside only to find the tent empty. Karina must be with Fatima somewhere in the camp, he mused, as he changed his dusty clothes.

He noticed the bed had not been straightened yet this morning, and his eyes flew to where her bathing things were arranged on a small table. They were all there, arranged neatly just as usual. He stepped closer and saw that the soap and towel were dry. The hackles on the back of his neck stood up, as he mused on how she always took a bath before he returned to camp. Why had she not done so today?

He left the tent with long strides and went in search of Fatima. He found her with some other women, working to prepare breakfast.

"Where is Karina?" he demanded without preamble.

Fatima stopped her labor and looked at him in alarm. "Isn't she in your tent?" At his impatient shake of the head, she felt a feeling of dread seep through her. "I haven't seen her all morning. I assumed she rose and went to take a bath, as usual, and I didn't disturb her."

Richard spun on a heel and went to question some other villagers, but no one had seen her this morning. One of his men shouted, and Richard looked around to see him racing toward him.

"One of the mares is missing, and a saddle and bridle too!" he panted.

Richard made a quick circuit along the edges of the camp and found two sets of footprints, one human about the right size for Karina and one from the horse she was leading. The prints headed due south, into the heart of the desert. There was nothing for miles in that direction.

Richard felt his heart congeal into a cold lump of fear. Damn! He was sure he had struck enough fear into Karina's mind over her father that she would never try and escape. Now she was all alone somewhere in the middle of the desert! And on horseback no less!

Obviously, she had not thought about why he and his men only worked their horses before daylight. The desert heat was too harsh for man or beast during the peak of the day. Only the bravest souls attempted to travel while the sun was high, and even then, they did so only on camels, not horses! God help him, he had to find her before it was too late!

Richard barked out commands for his men to gather some provisions for him, and he saddled a camel himself. Camels were foul-natured beasts, and he usually tried to avoid using them, but there were times like this one when their services were crucial. He ran to his tent and collected the items necessary to build a make-shift tent and donned a long white robe and head scarf.

He returned to the camel and found Amir loading his provisions on the back of the saddle. Richard looked at him solemnly.

"In case I do not return in three days, you will know something is amiss. When night falls tonight, send some men into Cairo with instructions to hide out all around Sinclair's home. If, by some miracle, Karina appears...bring word to me. Is that clear?"


Amir nodded, but he gave Richard a questioning look. "So you don't want us to kidnap her again?"

Richard looked away as he shook his head. "No. I've already caused her too much pain. I should never have made her part of my revenge to begin with. If she makes it home safely, she will stay there."

Amir's eyes were lit with approval. "So, is that all there is to it? You would let her go, just like that?"

Richard gave a frustrated growl. "I don't have time to discuss this right now. I have to find her while there is still time." He turned before Amir could answer and mounted the ornery camel. Kicking it viciously, he steered it in the direction Karina had gone, following her tracks at a trot.

**********

Karina's head swam, as she tried to maintain her balance on the horse. She was so hot she thought her brains had surely fried inside her head. She poured a small bit of water over her head earlier, but that had only provided a minimal amount of relief.

Although she was anxious to make it home, she would have gladly paused to take a rest, but there was nowhere in sight where she could find the merest bit of shade. Her horse stumbled ever onward, her head hung low and listless. Karina worried that the horse felt no stronger than she did, but it was much too late to turn back and head for the village.

She had no idea how far she had come or how much distance was left in her journey. However, she had resolved yesterday that she would either make it home, or die trying. She simply was not going to return to the camp, where Richard would again have her at his mercy.

Suddenly, the mare shied and stepped quickly to the side. Karina had been slumping in the saddle and was not prepared for the quick movement. She tumbled to the ground and landed on her stomach, with her face in the sand. She sat up and cursed the horse, as the mare trotted a short distance away and then turned to stare at her with wide, frightened eyes.

"Damn you, you stupid brainless beast!" she railed, glaring at the horse.

She tried to spit the sand out of her mouth and brushed it from her face. A movement caught her eye, and she turned quickly to see a snake coiled not two feet from her. Her eyes widened in fear, and she froze as she thought about how to get out of this predicament. Very slowly, she eased away from the snake, holding her breath. Just when she thought she might escape unscathed, the snake struck at her and bit her ankle. Karina screamed and scrambled away, as the snake recoiled to prepare for another attack, if necessary.

A searing pain burned her ankle, as Karina stumbled to the mare. The horse was still skittish, but Karina spoke to her in a soothing voice, and she calmed enough for her to catch her bridle. Karina felt as if her ankle was on fire. She moaned in fear. She had no idea how poisonous the snake was, or how long she had to find someone to help her.

She tore a strip from the hem of her dress and tied it tightly around her leg, just below the knee. She looked up at the sky. The sun was past the midpoint, and she estimated it was around two o'clock. She bit her lip in indecision. She had no idea how much further she had to travel to reach help, but she knew it was at least six or seven hours back to the camp. Either way, she likely wouldn't make it in time.

Taking a deep breath, she turned the horse due east again. She had no idea how far she was from her intended destination, and help might be just over the next set of dunes. It was a chance worth taking, and possibly the only chance she had to survive!

**********

Richard spurred his camel to a relentless pace. He had been following Karina's tracks all afternoon, and he noticed how the horse was stumbling. The mare was certainly tired, but he feared more for the condition of her rider.

He frowned as he came upon the spot where Karina had fallen from the horse. He could clearly see the spot where she had fallen, and then he noticed the patterns in the sand where a viper had slithered away. His breath caught in his throat and the feeling of dread he had been experiencing all day turned into a cold hard lump of pure fear. He kicked the camel into a run. He had to find Karina and fast!

He raced across two more dunes before he spotted a slight movement in the hazy distance. He whipped the camel into a frenzy and closed the distance in a matter of minutes, but when every minute was precious, it seemed to take hours to reach her.

Karina was slumped forward on the horse's neck, and her arms hung limply from her sides. Richard jumped down and snatched her from the tired horse. Thank God, she was still alive, but he had to hurry! She was unconscious, and that meant it had already been some time since she had been bitten.

He laid her down on the sand and quickly found the bite on her ankle. Her leg was swollen to nearly twice its normal size. He said a quick prayer of thanks when he noticed that she had tied a tight tourniquet around her leg. He ran to his camel and pulled a small medicine kit out his saddle bag.

Returning to Karina's side, he dribbled the contents of a small vial down her throat, trying to keep too much from running out of her slack mouth. He stroked her throat to coax her to swallow, as he prayed that he had gotten enough of the herbs into her in time to save her. There was no way to know for sure, so he could only hope for the best.

He untied the knot in the tourniquet and retied the cloth around her ankle to cover her wound. Then, he turned to his camel and quickly found the materials he had brought to make a tent. Within a few minutes, he had erected a small shelter for them, where at least they would be shaded from the worst of the afternoon heat.

He spread a blanket on the ground inside the tent and then lifted Karina to bring her inside. Her head hung limply as he carried her to the blanket, and his heart constricted with fear. Please God, don't let her die, he prayed over and over.

He stripped the dress and pants from her limp body. Her face and neck were badly burned. He felt her forehead, and frowned at the feverish warmth he felt. He felt under her armpit, and the skin there was just as warm. He had to cool her off.

He ran back to the camel and brought in several skins filled with water. He wished the water was cooler, but it was the best he could do under the circumstances. Wetting a small cloth, he bathed Karina's face and arms with the water.

She moaned slightly, and she opened her eyes and stared at him. She squinted at him and blinked her eyes several times, trying to focus on his face.

"How did you find me?" she croaked.

Richard looked at her grimly. "Sheer luck and nothing else. I almost didn't find you in time!"

His voice was harsh, and he sounded very angry. Karina closed her eyes as her head swam briefly. When the world stopped spinning, she opened her eyes again.

"Could I have some water?"

Richard held her head in his lap and dribbled water in the corner of her mouth, as she swallowed gratefully. As he laid her down again, he gently brushed the hair back from her face.

"Little fool! What the hell were you thinking, pulling a stupid stunt like this?" His anger was spurred by his fear of losing her, and he glared down at her.

Karina turned her face away from him and sighed. "I won't let you take my baby away from me."

She said the words firmly, and Richard stared at her in complete surprise. He had thought only that she was trying to escape from him, not that she was worried about losing her baby. He stared at her for a long moment before replying.

"So you would place yourself and the baby at risk trying to cross the desert alone?" he asked.

Karina swallowed a lump in her throat before turning back to him. "It was worth the risk. I would die before I would give my baby away."

She said the words quietly, but he heard the determination in her tone. He looked at her for another long moment before rising to his feet.

"Lie still and rest. You mustn't move. I will see to the animals, and then I will be back."

Richard left the tent, and Karina tried to relax. Her head throbbed painfully, and she felt as if her leg was on fire. Tears welled in her eyes as she thought about the baby she carried. Would it be harmed because of the snakebite? She prayed fervently that it wouldn't. She would never forgive herself if any harm came to her baby because of her attempted escape. Tears of abject frustration and fear rolled down her cheeks unheeded as she waited and prayed.

Outside the tent, Richard was doing his own praying. Please God, don't let her die! He repeated the prayer almost as a mantra as he unsaddled their weary animals. He didn't want any harm to come to their child, but it was the fear of losing Karina that made him break into a cold sweat.

Richard didn't know much about healing. That was usually the domain of the women in the village. All he could remember about fevers was to try and keep the person cool and still. He would do his best, and he could only keep praying that was enough to save her.

*********

Karina thrashed upon the blanket. Hot! So hot! She had to get away from the intense heat. Her body felt like it was on fire. She opened her eyes to mere slits and saw Richard bending over her. His face seemed to swim in and out of focus, and she squinted her eyes in an effort to see him more clearly. Her tongue felt swollen, and when she tried to say something, it came out as an incoherent mumble.

"Shh. Don't try to talk. I won't leave you," he assured her.

She felt something cool slide over her face and neck, and she mumbled her gratitude before closing her eyes. She drifted in a dreamy haze. She looked around and saw many faces crowding around her.

"May I have this dance, Miss Sinclair?" a smiling young man asked her.

She nodded her head in acceptance. Then, she was being whirled around the floor in a rousing waltz. She tried to keep time with the steps, but they were too fast for her. She felt dizzy.

"I must rest! I'm so tired. So tired."

"Yes, you must rest," the soothing voice of Mrs. White reassured her, stroking cool water over her face all the while.

Karina looked up at her, but instead of her governess, she saw the lovely face of her mother bending over her. Karina reached for her.

"Don't leave me. I want you to stay with me!" The words came out as an anguished sob, and her mother gently stroked the hair back from her face.

"Don't worry, my sweet. I won't leave you, but you must lie still and rest."

Suddenly, Karina thought about her reasons for trying to escape. "No, I have to leave. I have to get away from him," she fretted. "He takes another woman under my very nose! I hate him!" She whimpered the last.

Strong arms lifted her, and she felt water dribble into her mouth. She swallowed dutifully before she drifted again into her dreams. She tried to rise up, but her father held her down by her shoulders, his face stern.

"You will marry Lord Rawlins! I don't care if you hate him. He will be your husband!"

She shook her head in denial and turned to run away from him. She had to escape. She ran down a long corridor, and there were many doors. She went to the nearest one and tried it, but it wouldn't open. She ran to the next, only to find it locked as well. None of the doors would open until she reached the end of the hall. She opened the last door and stepped into a lavish bedroom.

A man stood with his back to her, looking into the fireplace, and she approached him from behind. When she had almost reached him, he turned and she gasped to see that it was Lord Rawlins.

He smiled at her, and came toward her with a leer on his face. "You will be my wife. You are mine to do with as I wish." he stated coldly before closing the distance between them to haul her against his chest.

"No!" she wailed as she struggled against him. "Let me go, I hate you! I hate you! Don't touch me!" She struggled even harder, but strong arms held her still.

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," a voice soothed her, and she looked up to see that it was Richard who held her.

He swooped to kiss her, and she returned his kiss joyfully. He scooped her up and carried her to the huge feather bed, where he stripped her gown and laid her down upon the thick mattress. He disrobed and joined her on the bed, stroking her heated flesh. His hands caressed her breasts and thighs, and she moaned in pleasure. For once, his touch left her feeling cool rather than heated, and she frowned slightly in confusion. She opened her eyes, and Lord Rawlins leered down at her.

"No!" She struggled to free herself of his weight, but he was too strong for her. His hands were everywhere, touching her all over. His touch left her feeling cold. Try as she might, she couldn't rid herself of his hands, and she sobbed her frustration. "Please, leave me alone! Don't touch me!" she implored.

"It's alright Karina. I won't hurt you. Lie still," a soothing voice said near her ear.

Lord Rawlins and his bedroom dissolved around her. Karina lifted her heavy lids to see Richard bending over her, tracing her face and neck with a cool, wet cloth. He placed his hand on her forehead and frowned deeply. What was he doing she wondered, as she tried to sit up, but he pressed her shoulders back down on the blanket.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 05



Tommy's thoughts were of lust, sex and Ava. He finished washing his hands, in the bathroom opposite his old bedroom, where both Ava and his sister Jennifer were already in the throes of inflamed sexual rapture. At this thought his arousal further stretched the fabric in the crotch of his jeans. The time for thinking was over; now was the time for action.

He stripped completely naked, leaving his clothes in a neat pile by the tub and walked along the hallway to Ava's bedroom; he entered without knocking.

The room was subtly lit by two wall up lighters either side of the bed's headboard. Ava and Jennifer stood between him and the twin bed their clothing strewn around the carpeted floor. As on the previous night, Ava had her back to him. She and Jennifer were locked in a passionate embrace their faces glued together with tongues exchanging bodily fluids. Naked flesh merged with naked flesh. Tommy nearly blew his load there and then. Without thinking, his left hand grasped his hot, rigid cock; wanking its long length he moved behind Ava.

The air was alive with sexual tension amid the musty aroma of two women's intimate desire to fuck. Everything carnal, everything darkly secret, everything sensual, would be shared between them; knowing this only heightened their intimacy.

Tommy's erection pierced the junction of Ava's thighs, gliding easily through warm, sweat sheened skin. Ava's breath caught in her throat, gasping at his erotic intrusion. She broke off her kiss and held Jennifer away from her body as Tommy's hairy balls slapped at her thighs. Looking down at the head of Tommy's prick she saw it disappear as quickly as it appeared. Tommy moved his cock rapidly in and out of this exceptional orifice. Ava tightly held her knees together so she could enhance the delicious sensation of Tommy's cock rubbing between the tops of her thighs. At the end of his second thrust, hot breath and a warm, wet tongue licking around the underside of his sensitive cock head announced his sister's union.

Tommy's hands cupped then lifted both Ava's heavy breasts. Her smooth globes of perfect tit flesh felt wondrous in his hands as they jiggled and shifted under his fondling. Her nipples responded in the only way they knew how, their prominent rubbery peaks ached to be tweaked and pulled then twisted first one way then the other sending a current of sensual sensation to Ava's nerve endings centered in her clitoris.

Ava groaned. A guttural groan deep in her throat as her head leaned back towards Tommy. Jasmine scented aroma filled his nostrils. His kisses were warm and wonderful on her neck. He nibbled her right earlobe. His tongue warm and wet lashed her inner and outer ear. He tasted her jasmine perfume mingled with salty perspiration. She was sexually alive. To balance herself she held on to Jennifer's head, clutching handfuls of fine, strawberry blond hair.

Jennifer watched as moisture surrounded Ava's quim, its musky aroma an aphrodisiac to her senses. It first rolled onto Tommy's cock; adding instant lubrication to his intrusion of Ava's wet cleft. Her lips and tongue alternated their ministrations between Tommy's slick prick and Ava's gushing hole. A sweet bliss enveloped Ava's senses at this superb assault on her young body.

Shortly, Jennifer got up from her cramped position and redirected them to stand a bit closer to the bed so that Ava could lean forward and hold onto the bed with both hands. Jennifer's hands reached over and between the sweating couple. She parted Ava's sweet heart shaped cheeks. Ava sensed a wet finger circle her anus and deftly probe at her brown tinged opening.

"Oh, yes," she gasped, "put it in me, penetrate me."

Tommy did as he was told and edged the tip of his straining manhood up against the lips of Ava's wet cunt. Jennifer lightly held Tommy's penis in one hand and wrestled the tip up inside the expanding walls of Ava's slit. At the same moment she impaled her forefinger within Ava's secret hole. Ava squealed her delight at this double invasion. Tommy released Ava's breasts. Clutching her slender hips, he plowed each glorious inch of his bulging manhood into the silky confines of her warm, pink softness; going deeper and deeper with each rocking motion. Her vaginal muscles clenched at his slippery shaft as Jennifer pushed a second finger into Ava's back passage. Her other hand found Ava's aching clitoris and, using the tips of her fingers to rub its slippery surface, she and Tommy finally brought a panting, groaning Ava to the brink of orgasm.

It began as a flutter in Ava's tummy then, building like an electric storm, it burst exploding in her body. "Arggggggh,' she cried out, almost collapsing in a heap but remaining steadfastly bent over. She felt Tommy's cock expand even further, heralding his ejaculation; a pulsing burst of white, warm sperm drenched her throbbing vagina.

Removing her fingers from Ava's ass Jennifer stepped away from the two lovers. She quietly left the room as Ava stood up. Tommy's wet cock slipped from her glistening fanny. Turning, she wrapped her arms around her new lover. In the ensuing passionate kiss she felt their mingled juices endlessly flowing down her thigh then her leg.

************

Jennifer washed her fanny then flushed the toilet and wiped herself dry. She thoroughly cleaned and dried her hands and went back to the room that currently held the two most important people in her young life. They were still kissing and hugging one another as if letting go would end the moment of their union. They left to clean up and, in their absence, Jennifer tidied the room.

Returning refreshed and soon after they had closed the door they heard footsteps outside the room walking along the hall to their parents' bedroom.

Tommy lay flat on his back in the middle of the bed, with the girls either side of him. Each girl had one leg over one of his legs. Their bodies were arranged so Tommy could feel each bald, hot fanny kissing each thigh. Warm slender hands fondled his hairy balls. Long fingers and sharp nails cajoled his nipples into erection. His cock soon followed suit. 

Tommy's cock had never had so much attention from two stunning young females. Their hands, tongues and warm open mouths kept his manhood shiny from base to tip. It was Jennifer who found her sexual urges too strong and rose up on her knees she repositioned her lithe body to straddle Tommy. Opening her cunt lips with two fingers she allowed her body to first nudge his glans then swallow his purple head. Tommy held her swaying breasts in both hands. He hefted their weight and teased her aching nipples as she lowered her cunt onto his throbbing dick. She rode him; at times slowly, at other times she sat on him, engulfing him entirely then moved her body quickly backwards and forwards, manipulating her clitoris on his erection.

As Jennifer clambered on board of Tommy's erection Ava moved to the headboard and eased her leg over Tommy's head. She sat facing Jennifer with her lewd cunt over Tommy's mouth. His tongue lathered her pussy. As Ava leaned forward to kiss and caress Jenifer boobs he tongue fucked her yearning vagina. Tommy's hands busily fondled Ava's breasts, tweaking and tugging on her extended brown rubbery teats. Her large fawn areolae were like a spider's web of intricate sensitive ridges. Tommy had designs on another of Ava's brown smudged, licentious regions.

He lifted Ava gently forwards with both hands then parted her pert ass cheeks. Lifting his head slightly he licked from the base of her perineum to the puckered brown hole. His tongue swirled around the ridged orifice then the tip of his tongue penetrated her. He moistened his fingers with a copious amount of sweet nectar secreted from Ava's puffy opening then delicately eased two fingers into her dark opening. In response to his sensitive intrusion Ava gasped and moved back onto the lance Tommy had created.

"Ohhh, yes,' she cried, "Use your other fingers to fuck my cunt."

"I'll do it," said Jennifer, leaning forward and swiftly coating her fingers in Ava's warm, sticky secretions she easily pushed two fingers up into her love canal that was wet with desire. Jennifer felt Tommy's fingers move with her ministrations. It was an erotic sensation but a short lived one as Ava's climax washed through her. She shuddered and jerked from the sexual relief provided by her lovers. Tommy lapped up the delicious liquid as Jennifer licked her fingers clean.

Ava moved down towards Jennifer and provided support, willing fingers and an energetic tongue to instill a sexual fervor in her friend. Fingers pried loose the lips of Jennifer's cunny and rubbed feverishly on her swollen nubbin, her lips and tongue lashed her erect nipples as Jennifer rose and sank on Tommy's stiff, ridged pole. Tommy felt his sister's vagina clench then spasm around his immense cock. She too trembled and jerked as her orgasm swept around her sweat sheened, naked body. The air was thick with the scent of sex. As if by an invisible signal Tommy's cock erupted inside his sister. A release of pleasure and love surged over him and once his passion had ebbed he sat up slipping out from her. He lifted aside Ava's long dark hair and clasped his arms around them both. As Ava and Jennifer embraced so Tommy hugged them. He planted warm wet kisses and licked the back of Ava's neck, tasting her scent and saltiness

He whispered, "I love you both and always will."

************



Sweet Revenge Ch. 05



The summer progressed with sunny days and warm balmy evenings. I was invited to attend a conference in Barnis a small town about an hour's drive from where I lived. As the subject interested me I decided to go.

I had another reason for going though, as someone I knew years ago at Uni had sent me a letter some time ago from Barnis inviting me, if I was ever passing, to call in and catch up.

Nick was an interesting man. He had been sent down from Uni for taking nude photographs of drunken naked girls. Apparently one had been just conscious enough to know what was going on and reported him to the authorities. There was a bit of a stink and although it was not taken to the police, he was "asked" to leave. Of course in those days I was comparatively innocent in the pursuit of sexual gratification. It was only after I left medical school did I realize the potential and joys of being a perverted gynecologist!

I had for some time thought of calling, as our interests were obviously close, so on impulse with the unlikely expectation of finding him still at Barnis I phoned. Lo and behold he was still there. After a short stumbling conversation he suggested that as I was coming to the town, why didn't I come to his club in the evening. I said I would like that and we arranged that I would be there at eight o'clock for drinks and something to eat. The club was called "Starkers", an unusual name.

The conference was excellent and it was in good spirits that I prepared for the evening. As I was unsure of the location of neither the club nor whether I would be able to drive back to the hotel, I called a taxi.

I must admit I wondered at the strange look I was given by the woman cab driver, but I was soon to discover why she did. Starkers was set in the lower end of the town, small door stood open under a flashing neon light in the outline of a girl, obviously naked with the word starkers also in neon letters underneath. I must admit my curiosity was whetted. There were several men standing outside and I could hear the sound of music filtering out into the night. One of the men nodded to me as I entered.

"Excuse me I am looking for Nick, he is expecting me."

"Sure you must be the doc, is that right?"

I laughed.

"I suppose you could call me that, yes."

"Right follow me."

We entered the foyer, which had a cloakroom on the left, a door marked toilets on the right, and a large double door immediately in front. As we pushed through the sound increased, but it was not unpleasant, rather soft and silky. The room was large with pools of light comfortable lounges around small tables and a bar, but what struck me immediately were the waitresses who were carrying glasses, they were bare breasted! In fact as I looked closer I realized all they were wearing was a tiny flimsy lace apron, and so were also bare bummed, giving double the pleasure.

"Ah this looks promising."

"First time is it doc?"

"That's right, and hopefully not my last!"

We both laughed as we past a lovely young girl with pert young breasts carrying a tray of empties. I looked around as we crossed the floor, the place was quite busy with maybe 60 or 70 people either standing at the long bar or sitting around the edge of the room, at tables. The light was subdued but not enough to hide the wonderful attributes of the staff!

I man rose out from one of the tables and came towards us.

"Peri, what a pleasure, please come over, thank you Jack."

Jack said good bye and left. We sat down. 

"Peri what a surprise, you are looking well, doctoring is obviously good for you."

"Certainly the money is."

We chuckled.

"And you, what's all this."

I swept my arm across the room.

"You didn't tell me you owned a club, and a very unusual one at that. I see your tastes have not changed."

"Definitely not Peri, leaving Uni was the best thing I could have done."

He waved to one of the waitresses, a blonde, who came over.

"What would you like?"

I stared at the young girl's naked breasts as they swayed in front of me not more than half a metre away, the nipples small and neat.

"Oh er Scotch and ice thank you."

"Make that two Sandy."

The girl smiled and walked away. We both watched her naked back as she made her way through the crowd. I notice they all stared at her as she passed.

"Isn't she lovely, and there are more."

"You lucky devil, don't you get tired of ogling them?"

"Never!"

We talked and our histories came out, mine fairly mundane, but his was interesting. He had inherited the club from an uncle. It was fairly run down, but with a lick of paint and a change of emphasis it has blossomed and was now making him a fortune.

Drinks came and went.

As we talked I took more of the club in. The T shaped bar I realized was not all bar but had a long podium extending from the center with the center slightly sunken, drinkers sat on stools and leaned over, from both sides. It must have been about a metre and a half wide and started from the center of the main bar to extend about 10 metres into the room.

"My curiosity got the better of me.

"The central bit what is is for?"

"Ah well that's kept for Friday and Saturday nights. Those are special nights, when we have girls dancing on it, you know."

"What strippers?"

"Well not really, they don't strip, they are starkers. It's how I came up with the name."

"Naked? I'm amazed, I thought those sorts of displays were not allowed."

"Well it depends on who you know! We found a loophole. The law says girls aren't allowed to strip or take off their clothes in a public place, so we have them doing that. Here they are already naked. And that makes all the difference in the eyes of the law, and so far nobody has repealed the regulation. Of course we have a special arrangements with the local judge, mayor and councillors."

He winked. 

"Sometimes they are not completely naked, but the important bits are, and I really couldn't call the club, Cunt and Tits could I?"

We laughed.

"They always wear at least a garter though."

"Why a garter?"

"Well the clients pay, by putting money in the garter or stocking. Five for a feel of her tits, ten to stroke her tits and cunt, twenty for a full body rub and an insertion."

"What stick a finger up her cunt?"

"Or anus, same price. We check their fingers first of course, before they sit, we don't want dirty fingers or sharp fingernails. There's lube in bowls on the bench top. Those seats cost, and of course have to be booked. The girls are told to either kneel on them forwards or to bend over with their bums out if that's the patrons choice."

"And do you get many takers?"

"It's booked out every Friday and Saturday. We only keep ten seats that way they don't hog all the fun and it leaves plenty of room for the rest to view the girls being fondled."

"What about if they take a liberty, you know?"

"They don't, we have very good security here, any bad behavior and they never return, and it works."

"I suppose they keep the girls pretty busy."

"Yes but we place a limit on their fingering, they have a special voucher of fifty bucks so they can't hog the girls all night. When the girl is "hired" a clock starts as soon as she is touched and rings a gong after a minute. Any one going over time gets thrown out. It works out pretty well considering."

"Amazing, I'm beginning to regret I didn't come this Friday rather than today."

"Yea it can be pretty good. We also have dildos on the counter so the men can use one of those if they like for a fee. Some of the men form a syndicate and pass the girl on to the next guy with the dildo still up her twat, or her arse, that way everyone gets twice the fun."

"Sound as though you've thought out all the possibilities."

"No not at all we are always looking for new ideas. It's pretty good at the moment. We do have dildo races on some nights for private parties, that are great for a laugh!"

"Well I can see I'm going to have to come over one Friday, how about this Friday, just as an observer."

"Now you mention it this Friday is a bit of a problem, as one of my usual girls is away and at the moment it looks as if I might have to cancel as we always use three girls. It'll cost a packet I can tell you."

"That's a shame."

We carried on talking and as we did an idea started to form in my mind and I started to grin.

"What are you grinning about you great baboon?"

"These girls on the weekend do they have to be dancers."

"No, they just walk backwards and forwards, some dance a bit, but they are not professionals. Peri, as long as they have nice tits and cunts who cares?"

"How long do they have to perform?"

"We have three girls in an evening, they are out on the catwalk for two sets of about thirty minutes, that gives the punters plenty of time to perv and fondle."

"So what time does the show start?"

"The first girl goes on the floor at nine, we go till about one o'clock, what with breaks and the like."

"I think I might be able to help you out, as you're a mate."

"Look if you could it would be fantastic, there's two hundred in it for you if you can."

"Two hundred, well how could I refuse?"

"You've got me wondering, how could a country doctor help out with supplying a naked woman?"

"It's a long story, but I have woman who cannot refuse anything I ask!" 

"That's marvelous."

"By the way can you video the proceedings?"

"Of course we have several automatic cameras around the room. They are light tracking and follow the girl as she performs. I can get Gavin to do some close stuff if you like.

"Yes that would be great as long as it is discreet, can he do it without her knowing."

"Oh definitely, he uses a telephoto lens. Besides the spotlights on the girls prevent them seeing anything off the podium."

"Great, OK leave it with me."

We enjoyed the rest of the night and I left at about twelve promising I would ring him the next day to confirm the booking. I could see he was a bit skeptical.

"Ah Helena, I have a job for you on Friday I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

"You've got a nerve phoning after what you did to me. I had to put up with those perverts and then drive home with no clothes on. It was a miracle I wasn't stopped by the police. I'm not doing anything else"

"Of course you are Helena, you know you have no choice, so let's not have any more nonsense."

I could hear a stony silence at the other end of the phone.

"I will pick you up at you place on Friday evening at let's say eight. Oh and Helena wear that nice mini dress you have. The red stretch jersey one with the low front and buttons up the front. That's all, no underwear, nothing else just the dress and a red shoes you can dance in, not flat though."

"I won't do it do you hear, I won't do it!"

"I'll expect you outside you house at eight then."

'You bastard you.............."

I put down the phone, lovely, this week looked as though it was going to have a great ending after all. I was already looking forward to Friday, my cock stirring in my pants.

The week worked its way through. The tedium of seeing ordinary ugly women was briefly lifted by a preliminary examination with a young blonde twenty year old. Lovely tits perfect little rose tipped mounds. Although it was a short appointment I had her opened up legs wide in front of me her pale blonde hair framing a perfect cunt with delicate lips and a small pink rose bud arsehole. I looked forward to our meeting next week when I scheduled a longer "thorough" examination for her with my special hormone treatment. If all went well I could see a future in films for her, well certainly in dirty videos!

My online videos of Helena's' humiliation had taken off better than I ever hoped for with demands for more footage. Apparently there was an endless demand for this sort of stuff. My new blonde "protege" looked like a winner as well. My bank balance was getting distinctly fat!

I drove into Helena's street just after eight, I could see her waiting by the gate. I smiled knowing she would be there. The evening was mild with a good hour of daylight left. I pulled up alongside and waited as she got in.

I noted she was careful not to show more leg than she needed as the dress was fairly short, finishing half way across her thighs. It was fairly low cut allowing me a glimpse of her lovely cleavage.

"Well what have I got to do tonight then, get mauled by another bunch of weirdos."

"You'll find out soon enough, for now relax."

I drove away and turned towards Barnis. Helena was not the talkative type, and let's face it I didn't have her there for the conversation! 

"It'll be an hour before we arrive so why don't we find something to pass the time. I know we'll play a little game. How many buttons do you have on you dress Helena?"

She counted them and looked over to me.

"Why?"

"Just answer the question."

"There are ten."

"Good now remember you do exactly what I tell you, none of your I'm not going to, I am not a very tolerant man, and you have a lot to lose. Life would not be so kind without your rich husband and all his money, so don't piss me about. I was talking to him the other day as a matter of fact, we met in the Axis Club, and you might be interested to hear what we were talking about.

I leant over and touched the play button of my car audio.

A conversation started up.

"Yes I hear what you are saying, but what you would do to that pretty little wife of yours if she did something silly to jeopardize you chance of that big promotion."

"Like What Doc?"

"Well say she was and this is all hypothetical, flashing her naked body about, letting men fondle her body, even fucking someone else, you know let you down doing something sexual, causing a scandal."

"Well Doc I'd probably beat the shit out of her for starters and then I'd kick her out without a dime, and my lawyers would make sure she stayed penniless, in fact I could be so pissed that she'd never find work again certainly in this state."

"I didn't know you felt so strongly about this, I'm sure she is a perfect model of decency, and would never do anything to harm you. She sure is a great dresser."

"To tell you the truth Doc she hates the way she dresses, but I make her dress like that as I love to see the men I know trying not to ogle her tits. It's all down to politics, get them at a disadvantage and you never know where it might lead to."

"I'm sure you'll both live together for a long time yet, anyway your glass is empty what do you fancy?"

I turned the tape off, and turned to Helena.

"So now you know, so from now on no messing about. You husband in a not a man to forget or forgive by the sound of it."

"You're a real bastard you know that."

"Of course, and I enjoy every moment of it. Now where were we, oh yes, well choose some music and put it on, there's a selection in the rack."

She selected some music and put it on. The sound of Garventus filled the car.

"Now what you have to do, is at the end of each of the tracts, you undo a button on you dress, starting from the top."

I smiled to myself and looked ahead know she was looking daggers at me, but helpless to disobey. We left the town just as the first track ended, I turned to see that she was undoing the top button, excellent. I smiled at her as I enjoyed more of her breasts becoming revealed.

I won't bore you with the story button by button, but as you can imagine dear readers at each button the swellings of Helena's breasts became bigger and bigger. By the time the fifth button was undone the material covering her tits had become less and less and it was only the friction on her nipples that stopped the dress opening completely. The full globes of her breasts were now in full view. 

I took this time to pull into a service station to fill the tank. I know the boy enjoyed the scenery as he bent over to ask how much fuel I would like. His eyes moved quickly to Helena's predicament, and a look of shocked pleasure came over his features.

Helena was fortunate that the track playing was a long one for as we drove out of the garage the track came to an end because as she undid her sixth button her nipples finally came into view as the material sprang open.

"Lovely, such a pleasure having you here Helena."

She sat in stony silence. The music however continued to play and inevitably the buttons were undone, until only one button was left holding the material across her lap. And then that one had to be undone, the material parted and revealed the top of her rich red pubic thatch. Wonderful. The scenery flashed by as Helena flashed inside. Although she was worried by what people might see, the chances of anyone noticing her as we drove past was very slim. I looked at the clock, noting we had another fifteen minutes to go. This was about three tracks.

As the next one finished I ordered Helena to open the dress fully so I could enjoy the sight of her tits in full view and they were certainly magnificent. They quivered and moved as the car drove over potholes and bumps in the road. I always loved the way a woman's tits are alive, vibrant, why do they keep them covered and hidden when us men enjoy them so much.

I continued to glance in her direction as we drove into the dusk. As we approached the outskirts of Barnis and I could feel Helena getting nervous sitting next to me. I felt Helena needed a break.

"OK Helena you can button up now."

She looked at me gratefully as she closed the material together and hid her assets.

We arrived at the club and I got out. Helena opened her door and stood by the side as I came around.

"Starkers! What are you up to you horrible man."

"Oh you will see soon enough, when we get inside Nick will tell you what to do and what is expected. Don't forget you do exactly what he says and you do it with a smile, are you listening to me?"

"Yes, I understand!"

The same man was on the door and he smiled as I approached.

"Nick's inside, so this is the piece, very nice by the look of it."

His eyes took in her full body as she stood there. It was fairly obvious she was naked under her dress. We entered, to meet Nick in the foyer as he was talking to the girl on the cloakroom.

"Hi Doc, well this is a pleasure, in fact a double pleasure."

"Nick this is Helena, I haven't told her what you wanted her to do yet. I thought I'd leave you to explain. The main thing is she will do anything you ask. Isn't that right Helena, Helena?

"Yes that's right." She whispered quietly.

Good, OK Helena I will leave you with Nick and see you in a while. Nick you are to brook no nonsense from her, she understands that."

"Thanks Doc, you've time it perfectly as we have ten minutes before the next turn. Right Helena come with me and I will explain what you have to do."

With which he led her through the cloakroom in the back of the bar. She glanced back as Nick led her away, with a slightly imploring look, though she knew she would get no help there. Her head was bowed, but I knew she would follow Nick's commands.

As they turned away, I walked through the double door to enjoy the show.

The place was reasonably full, but I had chosen a side table, and had asked Nick to save it, as I wanted to view Helena from the shadows. With the spotlights on the central podium she would be unable to see me. I felt this added a little extra spice to the event, her feeling alone and isolated.

I took in the place as I was led to my table. I could see the bar, with the bar girls working, their tits pale in the overhead bar lights, the room had a warm red glow about it. There was a buzz of conversation and the clinking of glasses, here and there laughter broke out. In the background music played quietly. 

I was escorted by one of Nick's lovely topless waitresses, whose lovely bum I admired as we wove our way to my table. I stared at her tits as I ordered a light beer. As I waited, I enjoyed the sight of the waitresses taking drinks around the room, and returning the empties back to the counter. They were all fairly full breasted, no A cups here! Can one never get tired of watching beautiful young girl's tits? 




Sweet Revenge Ch. 05



Along the central bar, every seat was taken, with the clients occasionally peering eagerly towards the end of the bar, awaiting the next girl. The performer accessed the podium through the bar. 

It was not long before Nick and Helena appeared. I could see Nick talking to her, she did not look happy. As Nick continued to tell her what to do, I could see her shaking her head, but then Nick must have given her the hard word as she nodded. Nick smiled at her and handed her an object, it must be a garter as I saw her bend down probably stepping into it and pulling it up her leg. 

I felt that familiar thrill of excitement, when a girl is to be forced to strip because she has no option. It must be my main turn on. 

I knew Helena had been told by now that she would have to permit the touching of strangers even to endure their desires, but I knew it would not really make an impact, until she was forced to walk naked in front of them. Nick told me the program for the evening. During the first number, the clients could only watch, as the girl walked backwards and forward along the podium. Nick would then introduce the second part through the PA system, explaining the payments. This way Helena would be standing naked before her leering clients, as her humiliation was explained.

I watched carefully, as she stood in the small bar, her red dress almost alight under the lights. Nick spoke to her and the music changed and became much louder. As if she had made up her mind, she quickly undid the buttons down her dress and slipped it off her shoulders, and she was nude. I could see Nick staring at her as she stood in front of him, his gaze moving up and down her nakedness. He waved her towards the podium as he introduced a new girl for the evening, through the microphone he had picked up from the side of the bar. She skipped up the three steps and was suddenly walking along the podium.

There was a cheer from the men, as she stepped along the narrow stage, her tits wobbling as she walked to the end and walked back. I'm sure Nick told her to walk back and forth a few times, to stimulate the crowd. And stimulate it she did, my cock was a stiff as a poker, as I enjoyed her utter humiliation. Naked in front of all these strangers dressed only in a garter and shoes. The spotlights picked out her beautiful nude form, her red nipples and dark thatch stood out and drew their eyes like magnets. She was exquisite, and there was more to come. This was no fanny trimmed whore but a beautiful, full breasted, maiden haired, women. The men leered up at her, all of them within half a metre, as she strode the length of the stage and back again. I'm sure by the end of the first track every cock in the place was throbbing. The music stopped and Nick jumped onto the stage, walking up to Helena where he threw his arm around her. As he explained the next part of the evening, he squeezed her tit with his fingers.

"And let me tell you friends these are lovely, right let the music start."

He led Helena to the first client who bent forward and paced a note in her garter. He must have said something as Helena bent forward and the man reached up and squeezed her tits. I could see him rubbing them all over, before taking each nipple and rolling them between his thumb and fingers. The next man reached up and after placing the money in her garter quickly slipped his hand between her legs. Over the next twenty minutes, I witnessed her degradation. Man after man fingered her, either from the front or behind by making her turn round and bend over. Nor was her anus spared, as I saw several fingers pushed up to the knuckles as she bent over in front of them. Her bum wriggled about, as the fingers probed her sex and bum hole. Her garter was bulging with notes from the men who fingered and fondled her openly in front of the rest of the room. Her buttocks were glistening from the oily fingers that had violated her sex. 

Unfortunately all too soon the time was up, the music stopped and Nick led Helena off the stage. The tension in the room had taken a quantum leap, now was a time for those lusts to wait, brewing before the next girl. I saw Helena reach for her dress but was stopped by Nick who handed her a towel, waiting whist she wiped off the lubricant from her buttocks and belly. They then disappeared. I was wondering what happened between the dancers segment, as it was at least a hour and a half before Helena was on again. This was soon answered as Nick led a completely nude Helena over to my table followed by a waitress with a tray of champagne. All eyes followed her as she approached, and then she sat down opposite me.

"That was great Helena, you're a natural."

There was a small grudging smile from her, I knew she must have a secret wish to be displayed, but would never admit it.

"Where are my clothes?"

"You can't put them on Helena, it's the rules, there is no stripping allowed, so once you're naked you have to stay that way. Anyway why would you want to get dressed?"

We both laughed.

Nick waved to a waitress and very soon we were eating a great meal with a good vintage wine. This was enhanced by Having Helena eating totally starkers. I allowed her one drink, but after that it was mineral water, I was not going to let her get drunk. Nick and I talked whilst Helena sat. It had been a long time so we had lots to catch up on. Surprisingly enough we did not talk of our days at Uni, but talked of our lives after that. Nick had certainly done very well and judging by his big smile enjoyed every minute of it.

"So you get much time off?"

"Of course I have a lodge up in the lakes where I go fishing. I usually take a couple of the girls to look after me, and have a great time, you should come one weekend. I said I would look forward to that.

The time literally flashed by, as we talked.

"What time is Helena on again?"

"Oh about another 10 minutes?"

Helena was looking away at the other girl performing as I discretely dropped a small tablet into her drink. It dissolved instantly.

"Drink up Helena, it almost time for your turn."

Helena grimaced at me but did as she was told and finished off the half glass of mineral water. We talked a little more and then it was time for Helena to perform.

Again she was led off naked to the stage and as Nick introduced her one more time she was there in front of the audience her great tits swaying and wobbling in front of them. For almost hour she was mauled and fingered. Her cunt and anus poked and probed by fingers and thumbs. The wad of money in her garter was huge compared to the other dancers; they had obviously saved them for Helena's appearance. She stared straight ahead as the fingers entered her, but as the time move along I could see she was actually enjoying the attention she was receiving. In fact unless I was mistaken she was getting off on being humiliated like this. 

At one point a large black dildo was introduced to her cunt and she was forced to stand there whilst it was thrust in and out of her body. 

I could see the tell tell signs of the drug working as her5 fingers were starting to rub her genitals and nipples much to the crowds delight.

The half hour drew to a close and Nick Came over to Helena and again placed his arm around her fingering her tits. I could see she was desperately fighting the urge to masturbate. Her right hand had migrated to her pubes and was pressed against it. Her eyes looked out into the distance as the fire in her belly started to rise.

"Thank you gentlemen I hope you enjoyed the show tonight. As you know we have a competition running every Friday, with the lucky winner being photographed in nude with the most popular girl. So let's find the most popular girl."

As he spoke the other dancers were led up onto the stage until there were all three girls standing nude in front of the men.

"The girl who gets the most applause wins, so here we go."

One by one Nick led each girl along the catwalk to the claps and whistles of the crowd. And who should win dear reader, well you guessed. Helena had by far the biggest cheer.

The other girls left and Helena was left standing next to Nick.

"OK let's choose the lucky guy."

With which Nick drew a single note from Helena's garter.

"And the winner is Arnold, OK Arnold up you cum!" he laughed

The crowd cheered as a grinning middle aged man was led behind the bar and after a moment or two appeared with Arnold, naked, his cock dangling underneath amongst the tick bush of his pubes. He was balding with a pot belly and he was hairy all over. One of the girls led him up onto the stage by his cock, whilst the other men cheered. It was obvious his cock was getting bigger as it responded to the girls hand around it. The girl left him to walk the last few steps to Helena, by now his stiff cock stood out in front waggling to and fro as he moved.

He was moved close to Helena and she was told to place her arm around him for the photo, his cock grew even stiffer and stiffer as he enjoyed feeling her naked body against his.

"Right give her a hug Arnold."

He did as Nick said and grasped her, his arms surrounded her body, his erect cock sandwiched between them. One hand rubbing her back moving down to her buttocks feeling between her bum crack.

Helena hand slid down between the two of them obviously grasping his cock as she rubbed her breasts across his chest. They moved apart, his hands reached for her tits and squeezed them as she continued rubbing his cock. 

Helena by now was finding the pressure to pleasure her body too much to resist and as she stroked Arnolds cock her other hand rubbed herself between her legs. 

"Harder, squeeze my tits harder." She said to the man, who startled did as she said.

The men cheered them on as Helena rubbed herself against the hairy man's body, obvious enjoying the feel.

Helena started to moan quietly as she took Arnold s hand and slid it between her thighs. He started to feel her cunt with his fingers, whilst all the time Helena hand rubbed his cock. The crowd loved it and cheered them along never having seen a woman go so far in front of them.

"Fuck me, now quick,"

Helena turned and bending over and reaching up between her legs grasped Arnold cock and to his and the crowds amazement, slid it into her dripping cunt. 

"Hard, fuck me hard, quickly."

Arnold need no more prompting and grasped her hips, furiously pumping his cock in and out of her. Helena hands stroked her clit and Arnolds balls and so it did not take long before there was a groan from Helena and a gasp from Arnold as they both climaxed, Arnold emptying his load into Helena's vagina. The crowd went wild and I smiled as Nick looked at me in amazement.

The action stopped and Helena stood her eyes closed as a dazed Arnold was led off the podium by one of the other surprised girls.

Nick came over to Helena and also led her away to much clapping from the appreciative crowd.

It was a while later that a dressed Helena was returned to me. 

"Where did you find this woman? I could give her a spot every Friday if she is willing."

"Sorry Nick this is a one off, maybe another time. Well I think we have all enjoyed tonight so I'll take Helena home and don't forget the thing we talked about," I gestured to the Camera up above the stage.

"No problem I'll send it over later, and thanks Peri, that was amazing."

"OK Nick, I'll be in touch soon, I might even have another girl for you, I'm working on it."

"Excellent, see you later then."

With which I drove a sleepy Helena home and congratulated myself on another great night. Helena was now truly mine.



Sweet Revenge Ch. 05



"No, don't get up. You should lie still."

Karina groaned and floated into oblivion once again, wondering vaguely why he looked so worried. She was at sea, and the waves lapped against the ship she was on. The rolling motion was soothing, and she smiled. The sensation was very pleasant and relaxing. If only she weren't so cold. She shivered and curled into a tight ball trying to stay warm.

Where was her blanket? She opened her eyes to find it, and found herself in a dark room. She groped about, but couldn't find a candle to light the darkness. She shivered violently from the cold, and a small whimper escaped her. The wall she was leaning against was very warm, and she snuggled closer to it, feeling it close in tightly around her as the rolling waves kept coming.

Suddenly, she felt very seasick, and she crawled toward the rail. But just before she reached it, strong hands gripped her and pulled her back.

"Lie still or you will fall out of the saddle," Richard's soothing voice admonished her.

A saddle in the middle of the ocean? She wanted to laugh hysterically, but she couldn't find the strength.

"Let me go! I am going to be sick," she cried.

This time, the strong arms held her out over the rail, and she retched violently. She hung limply over the side of the ship, until the same sturdy hands pulled her back and pushed her against the warm wall once again. There was a steady thumping from the other side of the wall, and she reached up to touch a hand to the sound. She shivered as she drifted to sleep, wondering forlornly if she would ever get warm. So tired! So very tired and cold.

********

Fatima tried to concentrate on her sewing, but she couldn't sit still. She cast her embroidery down impatiently and rose to pace the length of her tent. It was night, and Richard had left the morning before in search of Karina.

Fatima was sick with worry about both of them. She wrung her hands together for lack of any positive action she could take to help them. She heard a shout from someone in the camp, and she rushed out to see what had happened. Richard rode into the village on the camel's back, cradling Karina in his lap and leading her horse behind them. She was as limp as a wet cloth, and Fatima felt the blood drain from her face.

Richard yelled for assistance, and several men rushed to his side to lift Karina down. Richard jumped down from the camel and scooped Karina's still form into his arms. He carried her into his tent, followed closely by Fatima. She was relieved to know Karina was alive, but she didn't look well.

"What happened?" Fatima asked anxiously, as she quickly scanned Karina for wounds. When she spied her swollen leg and the cloth tied around her ankle, she sucked in a breath and turned frightened eyes on Richard.

His gaze was riveted on Karina's face, as he gently laid her on the bed.

"She was bitten by a snake yesterday morning. I gave her some of your herbal mixture, but I don't know whether it was in time. She has been running a fever for two days, and I can't seem to bring it down. She's been delirious." As he looked at Fatima, the worry was written clearly on his face. "Can you save her? I can't let her die!" He swallowed hard, and Fatima placed a steady hand on his arm.

"I will try my best. Send someone for my chest with herbs, and bring me a big pot of cool water. Have someone build a fire outside, put some water on to boil, and I will need some clean cloths."

She dismissed him to do the tasks she had requested, and though he was reluctant to leave Karina, he was glad to have some positive action to take. Fatima rolled up her sleeves as she looked down at Karina. She swallowed hard at the thought of losing this girl she had come to love, and she prayed that her medicine would be enough to save her.

When Richard returned with her small chest of dried herbs, Fatima chose several leaves and ground them in a small bowl. She mixed it with boiling water to form a thick, smelly paste. Richard watched her with worried eyes, and Fatima thought about how he would be affected if she was unable to save Karina. She bolstered her resolve and concentrated on the task at hand.

At her bidding, Richard held Karina across his lap, as Fatima spooned the noxious mixture into Karina's mouth. Karina would have balked, but Fatima held her nose until she swallowed the medicine. They repeated the procedure until Karina had swallowed almost all of the paste. Then, Fatima dribbled water down her throat, and Karina swallowed gratefully.

Fatima quickly stripped the dress from Karina's limp body and covered her with only a light sheet. She looked at Richard and saw his eyes glued to Karina's face. His love for her was obvious, and Fatima sighed. It would surely break him if he were to lose this girl when he was just beginning to admit his love for her. Fatima reached out to place her strong hand upon his arm, and he turned haunted eyes to look at her.

"It's my fault," he said quietly. "Everything...it's all my fault. I should never have brought her here. I shouldn't have involved her in this. She left because she thought I had taken Samiya into my bed, and that too is my fault. I let her think that." Richard gave a grim laugh. "I told myself I was doing her a favor by making her hate me. And now, because of my foolishness and my selfish need for revenge, both she and the babe might die." His eyes returned to Karina's face, and his lips grew grim.


Fatima sucked in a breath as she thought about the babe. She knew that Karina was happy about the child, and it would hurt her deeply to lose it. However, Fatima's first priority right now was to save Karina. She would have to worry about the babe later. She prayed that by saving the mother, she would save the child as well, but there were no guarantees.

Fatima had her own reasons for wanting the child to survive. A baby would tie Karina to Richard, and the bond it would foster could be their only chance to find happiness together. Fatima reached up to brush back the lock of hair that had fallen across his forehead.

"Foolish man," she chided softly. "I didn't want you to bring her here, but then she came, and I knew in my heart that she was the woman you needed to make you whole again." She waited until he met her eyes. "Now, we must concentrate on trying to save her and the babe. With a little luck and God's help, we may yet succeed." She watched as a tiny spark of hope returned to his eyes before turning back to Karina.

The two of them worked throughout the night and into the next evening to bring the fever down. Every hour that the fever raged increased the risk to the babe, but she didn't tell Richard of her concern. He was out of his mind with worry already, and she didn't want to make it any worse.

Finally, in the early evening of the third day, Karina's fever broke. Tears of joy and relief welled in Fatima's eyes as she watched the sweat popping out all over Karina's lovely face. She turned to see Richard's eyes tightly shut, and she knew he was giving a silent prayer of thanks.

**********

Karina frowned slightly as she struggled up from the depths of sleep. She opened her eyes, and saw that she was lying on her bed. As her eyes scanned the tent, she frowned again. There was an odd assortment of items scattered all around the bed, and she couldn't remember how they came to be there. She had tidied the tent only yesterday.

She rose up on an elbow and groaned as her muscles protested the activity. What had happened to her? She felt like she had been beaten, and she was as weak as a kitten.

Just then, the tent flap opened, and Richard strode in, carefully balancing a tray with a bowl of some steaming liquid. His eyes fastened on her, and a glorious smile lit his face, as he quickly crossed to the bed. He set the tray down carefully and knelt beside her, reaching to feel her forehead.

"The fever is gone," he sighed in relief, and he smiled at her again. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I have been trampled by an elephant," she muttered. She reached up and ran her fingers through her tangled hair. "What happened? Have I been sick?"

Richard gave her a rueful smile. "You were bitten by a snake, and you have had a fever for three days. We thought for a while that we would lose you. I'm extremely glad we didn't."

Karina fell back upon the bed as her thoughts tumbled in her mind. Three days? A snake? Suddenly, she remembered falling off the horse and the snake that had bitten her ankle. She had been sure she would die.

She scanned Richard's face. For once, his features were not guarded, and she saw the warmth in his eyes as he watched her closely. He reached out to brush the hair from her face, and his touch was infinitely gentle. Sketchy memories of him caring for her flitted through her mind, and she considered him carefully.

"You stayed with me while I was sick. You nursed me?" the words were said in wonder, and Richard replied with a nod.

"It was the least I could do, considering you were hurt while trying to escape from me."

Karina's cheeks pinkened, and she looked away. For a moment, she had forgotten about Samiya and her reasons for wanting to escape. Richard reached behind her to lift her into a sitting position. Karina's blush deepened, as she realized she was not wearing even a nightgown. She raised the sheet over her bare breasts and refused to look at Richard, as he placed several pillows behind her back.

When he was satisfied that she would be comfortable, he urged her to lean back against the cushions. Then, he sat next to her on the bed and lifted the steaming bowl of soup from the tray. He brought a spoonful to her mouth.

"Open up. You need to eat to regain your strength."

Karina could have fed herself, but this was much more pleasant, and she dutifully swallowed several mouthfuls of the soup. She was surprised to find that she was ravenously hungry, and the bowl was quickly emptied. Karina sighed as she snuggled back against the pillows. She noticed Richard's discomfiture, as he shifted slightly beside her. He cleared his throat before speaking.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," he said quietly, and the look he gave her told her that he was sincere.

Karina stared at him in amazement, for she knew the effort it must have cost him to apologize. Before she could reply, he continued in a low voice.

"I should never have kidnapped you and forced you to become my mistress. Then, to make matters worse, I purposely let you think there was something between me and Samiya." His eyes met hers without wavering. "I swear to you, I never touched her. I have done nothing to earn your trust or your forgiveness, but please believe me when I say I won't hurt you anymore." He paused as she digested the words. "I was so afraid I might lose you when I came and found you gone."

His voice quavered slightly on the last, and Karina's heart swelled with joy. She blinked back the tears that sprang to her eyes. It was as close as she was likely to get to a declaration of loyalty from him, and her mind raced with the hope that there might still be a chance he could fall in love with her. As long as there was hope, she would do everything in her power to win his heart. The smile she gave him was radiant, and he held his breath for her response.

"I'm fine. I won't run away again." She reached out to tenderly cup his cheek in her palm, as her eyes spoke volumes for him to see.

They both turned as the tent flap lifted and Fatima poked her head inside. When she saw Karina sitting up, she beamed and came to stand beside the bed.

"I'm glad to see you finally awake. You are already getting some color back in your cheeks." At that, Karina flushed lightly and both Richard and Fatima broke into happy laughter.

**********

The next several days passed slowly for Karina, as she was forced to remain in bed to recuperate. Both Richard and Fatima were adamant that she must rest to let her body have time to heal. Karina tried to be a good patient, but she hated lying in bed doing nothing all day.

The only time she felt better about her confinement was when Richard came and stayed with her. He would stretch his long frame out beside her on the bed, and they would share stories of their childhood, their dreams, their opinions. It was a heady time for Karina, for she began to see a touching side to Richard that she had not known before. His wall of reserve had crumbled, and he shared his feelings with her more readily. He laughed often, and she began to see that he was not heartless after all.

On the second afternoon after her fever had broken, they lay stretched out on the bed, facing one another. Karina listened with rapt attention, as Richard talked about his early childhood. His eyes clouded briefly, as he described his mother's long illness and eventual death.

"After mother died, my father couldn't stand to be in the house where they had lived together for so many years. That is when he made the decision to move to Egypt, and I don't think he ever looked back."

Karina reached out to brush back the lock of hair that persistently fell across his forehead. "Did you miss your mother terribly?"

Richard looked at her, and as had been his habit of late, he didn't try to conceal his feelings from her. She could see the momentary longing that clouded his emerald eyes.

"Yes, I did for a while. But then, I was so caught up with the adventure of living in a new country. The pain eventually faded, and I was left with fond memories of her."

Karina sighed. "I wish I could remember more about my own mother. I was so young when she died, that I can barely remember what she was like. There is a portrait of her hanging in my father's study, and he often tells me how much I resemble her."

Richard stiffened at the mention of her father, and he had to consciously try to relax again. He reached out to run his thumb along her bottom lip, and his voice was husky when he spoke.

"Your mother must have been very beautiful indeed, if you resemble her."

He grinned at her, and Karina flushed with pleasure. He marveled at her creamy complexion, and he couldn't resist the urge to kiss her. He rose on one elbow, as he placed a tender kiss on her slightly parted lips before rising up to look at her once more.

Karina's eyes fluttered open, and she stared up into his smiling face. She had never felt such tender feelings for him. He traced her lip with his thumb once again, then he released a long sigh and rose from the bed. He smiled at her once more before turning to leave.

Karina watched him go and then released the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. He certainly had a way about him that wound her heart around his little finger. She began to hope that he could someday return her feelings, and the future suddenly looked much brighter indeed.

After three days, Fatima pronounced her fit enough to rise from bed for short periods during the day, so long as she didn't stray far from her tent. Fatima came often to sit with her, and she continued to show her new embroidery techniques to pass the time. One afternoon as they sat sewing, Fatima spoke quietly, without looking up.

"You know, Rashid never left your side while you were ill." Karina stopped her stitches to look at her closely, but Fatima never paused with her needle. "I have never seen him more concerned, not even when Ameena was ill once with a bad fever. I think it would have broken his spirit if he had lost you."

She finally stopped sewing and looked at Karina. Her meaning was not lost on the girl, and tears welled in Karina's eyes as she looked at her in gratitude.

"I told you once that things have a way of working themselves out. Give it time, and we shall see what comes of your union, other than a baby of course." Her smile was warm and comforting, and Karina stretched forward to hug her friend, as their eyes locked in feminine communication.

Karina was not allowed to assist with the cooking or laundry for several more days. Instead, Richard and Fatima saw to her every need, clucking at her in disapproval when she tried to help. Karina felt very pampered by her two caretakers, and she blossomed under their watchful care. 

Eight days after her illness, Richard agreed that she could join the other villagers for dinner that evening. They were in their tent, relaxing on the bed before the evening meal, when Karina reached across him to show him her latest bit of embroidery.

Her breast brushed very close to his face and Karina noted that his eyes were riveted on her bosom. She secretly smiled. She knew how his abstinence had worn on him. She was equally anxious to resume their intimacy, and she was not above using a little feminine allure to achieve that goal. She bent further across him, pretending to be unaware of how her position was affecting him.

Richard sucked in a tortured breath and closed his eyes briefly, as he felt a familiar tightening in his loins. He had tried to wait patiently for Karina to fully recover from her illness, but having her this close and breathing in her sweet scent was wearing on his restraint. When she wriggled a bit, this time actually brushing his lips with her breast, the thin rein on his control snapped. He pulled her down on his lap, and she looked at him through wide, innocent eyes. He never guessed that he had fallen into her trap.

"I've been thinking of you for days," he murmured, as he trailed fiery kisses across her face and down her neck.

She tried to push up on her arms to maneuver her body even closer against his, but he thought she was pulling away, and he was reluctant to release her. His hands drifted lower to cup her bottom, and he heard her moan as he rocked her hips against his to let her feel the steely length of his arousal.

"I need you," he groaned. "Please don't deny me."

Karina looked down at him in surprise, as she gloried in the heat that glowed in his eyes. Her answer to his plea was a scorching kiss that left him breathless and throbbing with need. She gave up trying to reposition herself and simply enjoyed his touch. He hooked an arm around her neck to pull her down for another heated kiss, and he thrilled at her willing response. His hands were possessed with their own urgency, as he set out on a quest to show her just how much pleasure she could feel.

His lips played on hers, while he lifted the hem of her dress up to her hips. Her skin tingled when he ran his fingers over her naked back and down over her smooth bottom. She couldn't resist a shiver of delight when he traced her hip and finally found his way up to the outer curves of her breast. He lifted the dress over her head, and she assisted him in removing it before he pulled her down on his chest.

She laid full length on top of him, and his hands caressed her naked body in feverish anticipation. She could feel the hard length of his erection pressing against her belly, and she smiled as she trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down his throat. The rough fabric of his clothes rubbed against her skin, making her sensitized nipples stand at full attention.

Karina flushed lightly when he held her slightly away from him so he could see her breasts, which hung temptingly above him. She rose up on her arms to oblige him, and he sucked in a breath. Almost reverently, he reached up to cup their fullness in his warm palms and run his thumbs around her nipples, as she exhaled a sigh of pleasure. He rolled her taut nipples between his fingers and watched as her eyes changed from light blue to deep sapphire.

Karina writhed against him, totally abandoning her usual reserve and encouraging him to ravish her body. She felt no shame at all, only an overwhelming urge to give herself to him, as she kissed him long and lingeringly. It was as if she was calling to him with her body, offering herself up for his pleasure, and he eagerly accepted her invitation.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 05



His hands were everywhere, exploring her silken curves as if it were the first time, and Karina eagerly submitted to his touch, emitting little groans of pleasure as he found her most sensitive spots. Finally his hands returned once again to cup her breasts.

His voice was husky when he spoke, "You're breasts are even fuller now. It must be because of the babe."

A wave of tenderness washed over him, and he stretched his head up to gently sample her lips. His heart beat faster, as he savored her enthusiastic response, and he reached up to hold her face between his palms as he deepened the kiss.

Karina welcomed the invasion of his tongue, and she slanted her mouth across his, as she gripped his wide shoulders for support. Her blood pulsed through her veins, and she felt an echoing throbbing between her thighs. He rolled on top of her, and she clasped her legs around his hips, opening her body for whatever he might want of her.

His fingers were infinitely gentle, as they stroked her waist and hip, while his lips feathered kisses along her cheeks and temples. When he returned to take possession of her lips, she answered the demand in his kiss freely and snatched his breath with her own fevered demands. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, enjoying the rough feel of his shirt against her nipples.

Richard read her mind, and he savored her mouth fully before drifting lower to caress her nipple with his tongue. He nipped lightly on one engorged peak, pulling roughly with his teeth to send shards of pleasure through her swollen breasts. Red hot desire lanced through to her belly, as Karina threaded her fingers through his hair and arched her back freely offering her breast to him. She sighed with relief when he finally took the entire tingling nipple into his mouth and suckled it with satisfying thoroughness.

He settled in to feast on her breast, and she groaned in pleasure from his hot, stroking tongue. She felt the sticky wetness forming between her thighs long before his hand came to investigate. She caressed the back of his hand, moaning her approval as she spread her legs even wider apart for his bold exploration. His strong fingers slid inside her and coaxed even more heat from her loins, until she writhed upon the bed, mindless with need.

The aching emptiness grew stronger in the pit of her belly, and she had to have him inside her, or she felt she would go mad. Richard continued to caress her leisurely, as if he were in no rush. Karina clutched at his wrist and urgently ground her hips against his hand trying to get his fingers even deeper inside her, as she moaned pleadingly. He simply smiled and moved to her other breast to continue his sweet torture.

He probed with his fingers, and Karina couldn't gather a sane thought. All she could think about was the hypnotic, repetitive motion with which he stroked her, and her hips began to rock of their own accord to meet the thrusts of his fingers. Her moans became sobs of pleasure, as Richard found the tiny bud of her arousal and stroked it with his thumb while he slipped a third finger in to join the other two.

Her tight pussy ached with a mixture of pain and exquisite pleasure as he slipped in a fourth finger. Although his fingers weren't penetrating her as deeply as his cock usually did, they were able to spread apart and stretch her as they worked deep inside the tight passage. She moaned her approval, quickly coating his entire hand with her juices. She thought her body would shatter into pieces from the mind numbing pleasure he was evoking. She would have sold her soul at that moment to have him buried deep inside her.

Karina groaned and clasped her knees tightly around his arm. Her eyes implored him as she breathlessly pleaded, "Please, take me. Take me now!"

Richard released her nipple and cupped her face with one hand as he looked into her eyes. His eyes swept her body, pausing for a long moment on her quivering breasts, swollen and throbbing from his kisses. When he looked in her eyes, his were clouded with passion, and Karina knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. She wriggled impatiently against his hand that was still buried in her pussy and tried again, desperate for the feeling of his hardness thrusting deep within her.

"I want you inside me. Now! Please!"

"Not yet, my sweet. There are many things I want to teach you."

He kissed her deeply, as his fingers continued their sweet torture, and he returned his attention to her breast. Her mind reeled out of control, as he tortured her sensitive nipple. She tried to concentrate, but it was increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than his fingers, teeth, tongue and lips and what they were doing to her. What could he possibly have to teach her? He had made love to her so many times, surely her innocence was gone!

She ran her hand down his lightly furred chest, and copying his manner, she firmly pinched and kneaded his nipples. He trembled slightly, as her hand drifted lower, over his ribs and belly, enjoying the feel of his rippling muscles beneath her fingertips. When her hand reached his pulsing erection, she gripped him, wrapping her warm fingers around the solid length of him. He released her nipple and sucked in a breath, going very still and closing his eyes to maintain some semblance of control as his aching penis jumped toward the heat of her palm.

With a wicked grin, Karina lightly stroked the velvety tip, amazed to feel its softness, before she again closed her fingers around his broad length. Richard groaned in sweet agony and withdrew his hand from her pussy. He closed his hand over hers encouraging her to stroke him, and she heard him take another ragged breath and release it again as a groan of pure pleasure when she complied.

Karina opened her eyes wide. The smile that spread across her lips was reminiscent of the cat that had swallowed the prized canary, and she wriggled out from under his arm to lie alongside him. She lightly pushed his shoulder, and Richard dropped helplessly onto his back, watching her with a surprised look.

She stole his breath when she looked down in fascination to watch her hand gripping his penis. She caressed him and stroked him, wrapping her fingers around his engorged staff, and an expression of wonder played across her features at the response of his body to her touch. She copied his manner, teasing and caressing, first strong and then only lightly tracing his skin. For the first time, it was him who moaned through gritted teeth and clenched his hands into tight fists as he tried to cope with these wonderful sensations. He watched her face through lowered lids and thoroughly enjoyed her ministrations. God, she never stopped surprising him with her passion and boldness. He was the one who was supposed to be pleasuring her, and he felt like putty in her hands!

She bent and took his nipple in her mouth, trying out her new found knowledge. He clenched his teeth but could make no protest, as her hand continued to work its magic on his cock while her teeth nipped and nibbled. During all the times he had made love to a woman, not one of them had ever turned the tables on him and taken the initiative.

Karina smiled, as she remembered the many things he had done with her body here in this very bed. Perhaps she could use some of his own tactics to bring him pleasure. She used her teeth to make tiny nips along his belly, and he gasped when she took his engorged manhood into the hot, sweet cavern of her mouth.

He started to sit up, but she chuckled wickedly and pressed him back down, as she continued to use her scalding tongue to stroke him. He could do nothing but clench his fingers into her silky hair and groan with delight. He gripped her head and rocked further into her mouth, moaning as he felt the tip of his cock slipping down her throat.

Karina experimented, alternately licking, sucking and stroking until he was on the very brink of sanity and his breath came in ragged gasps. Hearing his desperate groans, Karina smiled to herself, realizing the full extent of her power to tease him, and for the first time realizing how much pleasure it brought her to please him.

When she finally settled into a steady rhythm, she teased his balls with gentle squeezes and soft caresses. Finally, she felt him swell in her mouth before he unleashed his hot, salty seed in pulsing waves. Karina inwardly smiled at his moans of appreciations as she swallowed convulsively. She kept licking and stroking him long after his spasms had faded, not satisfied until his penis had begun to stiffen again.

Finally, her own aching need urged her to abandon her play, and she traced fevered kisses back up to his mouth. She wanted him inside her, and she wasn't willing to wait any longer! He clasped her to his chest, and she could feel his heart thumping wildly against his ribcage. She straddled his hips and slowly impaled herself inch by slow, inexorable inch upon his throbbing cock, watching his eyes widen and then drop with his guttural groan of pleasure.

She rocked back, tucking her bottom under until he was buried to the hilt inside her wet, greedy sheath, and she shuddered in satisfaction at the fullness she felt inside her. He closed his eyes and moaned, as he felt the marvelous sense of perfect completion that he felt whenever he was buried so deeply inside her. He had never felt so connected to any other woman, and he knew his heart was hers to command.

She arched her neck, and her hair tumbled in shimmering waves down her back to fall on his thighs as she began to ride him with glorious abandon. He grasped her bottom and watched her movements, marveling at her naked glory. Her hair tumbled around her temptingly full breasts and seemed to frame them for his pleasure. Her taut nipples, still erect and hardened, peeked out through the golden tresses, and he reached up to tweak them again. She clenched her pussy around him in response, and he grinned as he gave them another hard squeeze.

Her skin glowed with a fine film of sweat as she ground her hips against his. Each time she impaled herself, her eyelids dipped, and soft moans escaped her. She looked at him through sultry, half-closed lids as her lips parted, and her tongue darted out to moisten them. She noticed how his eyes followed the motion, as if he were transfixed by her every move.

She desperately wanted his mouth on her nipple again, and she cupped one breast and bent to guide it to his mouth. He accepted her offering, taking her swollen nipple into his mouth. He pulled the tender flesh with his teeth and suckled ravenously as he tormented her other nipple with strong, relentless fingers. 

Richard bit down hard, just as he squeezed her other nipple and thrust deep inside her. Karina came apart with a muffled scream. She clutched him to her breast and squeezed her knees around his hips to hold him still inside her as she shuddered with satisfaction. Richard closed his eyes and savored the glorious contractions of her pussy around his cock.

He waited as long as he could stand to for her to drift back to him before using his teeth to tug sharply on her nipple. Karina gasped and reflexively spread her knees wider as she took him even deeper inside her, stroking his cheek as he suckled her aching breast. Her moisture flowed freely over him, coating his cock until it made sloshing noises every time she sank down onto it.

Her breath came in pants of pleasure at the sensations he was evoking. Everywhere they were joined, her skin tingled and glowed with heat, and the fires began to build once again in her loins.

She couldn't get enough of the feeling of gliding down over his hard, slick shaft, and she groaned in appreciation as he gripped her hips and held her still while he thrust even deeper inside her. She hastened her pace and began a frenzied struggle to reach the pinnacle, where she knew she could sate her desire, but he grasped her hips firmly and forced her to slow down.

"Slowly," he rasped, releasing her breast. "I am not finished with you yet."

She groaned her frustration, but he merely smiled up at her and held her still for a long moment, letting his eyes devour her before rolling her underneath him. She landed on her back, with him still buried deep in her softness, and she looked up at him in surprise.

Lifting up on his arms, he grasped both her hands in his and raised them above her head taking control of their lovemaking once more, as he thrust into her with long, evocative, unhurried strokes. He could feel how deeply he was inside her, nudging against her womb with every thrust, and he had to concentrate not to give in to the urge to culminate their lovemaking now. He was determined to take her even higher up the mountain of pleasure, to show her planes of sensation she hadn't even guessed were there.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, and then he bent and drank deeply of her lips.

His hands explored every inch of her body, and she writhed helplessly on the bed, near the verge of insanity with the intensity of her need. His strokes remained steady and slow, keeping her at the threshold of ecstasy, but not letting her fall over the edge. She dug her heels into his flanks, encouraging him to go faster, but he continued his leisurely pace.

Without warning, he withdrew from her, and before she could protest, he rolled her onto her stomach. He placed several pillows under her hips and spread her thighs wide, leaving her totally vulnerable to his whim. He knelt between her legs, with one hand on her back holding her still while he watched his fingers playing on the sensitive, throbbing flesh between her thighs.

From this position, she couldn't rush their lovemaking, and he could stretch out her pleasure. She could feel her hot slickness, and heard him draw in a sharp breath as he watched his fingers probing her in fascination.

"My God, you are beautiful," he repeated in awe, as her swollen folds opened to welcome him, blossoming like a rose.

He relished the cries of pleasure escaping from Karina as she writhed helplessly on the bed. Though his unhurried strokes were driving her crazy with need, Karina couldn't protest, because he was simply returning her earlier caresses. She glimpsed his face over her shoulder and saw his devilish smile before he bent and pressed his lips to her softness.

When she would have squirmed away, he held her firmly by the hips and savored her with his mouth. Her world careened and whirled as he nipped her flesh lightly with his teeth, sending waves of pure pleasure through her, and she shivered with desire. His tongue probed her, and he licked her soft folds until she was nearly delirious. He blew and licked, delved and suckled until she could hardly breathe. When he sucked hard on her clit, she could no longer hang on, and she tumbled over the brink, surrendering to sensation.

Shudders of pure delight racked her body. Karina floated on a cloud, feeling disconnected and peaceful, as familiar spasms gripped her belly. When she finally returned to earth, she became aware that Richard's fingers were again playing in her pussy, as he watched the enraptured expression on her face.

He smiled again, almost wickedly and knelt between her thighs. He plunged into her with a powerful thrust from behind, forcing her breath out in a rush. With her hips propped on the pillows, her pelvis was tilted to allow him even deeper penetration, and he groaned his approval. Her pussy stretched to accommodate him, and her eyes opened wide as he rammed against her womb again and again.

He held her hips still, as he prepared to take her up the final slope of passion, and his thrusts were fast and deep. He shuddered as he watched his slick length repeatedly disappearing into her velvety, wet heat, and his hands slid over her belly to splay across her midriff. She was so tight and hot and wet that he couldn't get enough of her, and he groaned wishing he could stay buried inside her forever.

His strokes were so hard that they lifted her off the pillows. He kneaded her breasts and squeezed her nipples hard enough to bring tears to her eyes, and she clasped her hands on top of his and groaned her appreciation, encouraging the rough treatment. His teeth grazed her neck as he surged inside her, and her skin felt as if it were on fire wherever he touched. She knew she was his to do with as he wished, and she offered herself to him shamelessly, as he worshipped her body with his own.

They were both frantic with need, groaning and straining to get that tiny bit closer, that fraction of an inch deeper. Karina gasped when his hand drifted lower to find the sensitive bud of her arousal, swollen and throbbing. He caressed it with his thumb, all the while ramming home with forceful thrusts. With one final deep stroke, he pushed her over the edge, and she screamed as she clenched around him. His cock responded to her spasms, firing his seed deep inside her.

It was a long time later, before she returned to her senses. She was lying on her stomach, and Richard was sprawled on her back, his breathing still ragged. She smiled lazily and reached up to run her fingers through his damp hair, as she enjoyed the steady thump of his heart on her back and the warm, sweaty feel of his skin sliding against her own.

He finally roused and withdrew from her as he rolled on his back, pulling her to lie beside him. Her head nestled upon his shoulder, and his strong arms encircled her. Neither of them spoke, for they didn't want to break the spell. Their lovemaking had been very different this time, a true sharing and giving rather than demands and capitulation. They were both awed by the change.

Richard gradually became aware that Karina's breathing had grown slow and steady, and he smiled, knowing she was sleeping peacefully. He pulled the sheet over them and tucked it around her, placing a light kiss upon the top of her head. He inhaled deeply and savored her delicate womanly scent. She smiled in her sleep and snuggled against him. An overwhelming tenderness gripped his heart, and all his protective instincts emerged as he held her, knowing she was carrying his child. He loved Karina, more than he had ever loved any woman.

His course of action was clear now. He had to find some way to make her forgive him for everything he had done to her. One way or another, he would carve out a future for them together. His plan for revenge was no longer important. Karina and the babe in her belly, the babe that he had planted there, were all that mattered in his world. He kissed her hair once more before drifting into contented sleep beside her. 




Sweet Revenge Ch. 06



Karina awoke with her knee draped intimately across Richard's thighs and her hand resting on his chest. The steady thump of his heart and his deep breathing assured her that he was still sleeping. She availed herself of the rare opportunity to look at him unobserved. She scanned his features, softened in sleep, before running her eyes over his magnificent body. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a surge of possessive affection.

She had behaved like a wanton, giving herself to him shamelessly. She waited for the familiar sense of guilt, but all she felt was peaceful contentment. She was finished with denials. She wanted to be part of Richard's life, and if that meant being his mistress rather than his wife, she was willing to accept that.

Karina marveled as she thought about the tiny baby growing inside her belly. She felt a renewed sense of hope that Richard might grow to love her the way she already loved him. If their lovemaking had been any indication, she sensed that he already had tender feelings for her.

She released a contented sigh as her eyes retraced their path to his face. His eyes were open, and he was watching her closely. She rose up on one elbow and stretched to kiss him deeply on the lips, as his hand threaded through the hair at the back of her nape.

"I like the feel of you against me," he murmured huskily, as his hand wandered down her back sending shivers up her spine. The look in his eyes stole her breath, and her heart thumped heavily in her chest.

She smiled into his eyes and dropped her head onto his shoulder once again, as his hand began to leisurely stroke her hip. No words were spoken between them, as they shared a peaceful moment like none they had experienced before.

A long time later, he rolled over to stare down at her. He covered her lips for a tender kiss. He finally lifted his head and smiled down at her, just as her stomach emitted a low, rolling growl.

"Come, my sweet. You have to eat to keep up your strength." He pulled her to her feet and gave her bottom a playful smack before turning to find his clothes.

She gave him a teasing frown from over her shoulder, as she rubbed her abused posterior, but she made no effort to find her clothes. "You don't have to abuse me so. I'm as anxious to eat as you are."

He threw his head back and laughed heartily, coming to stand directly behind her. "No doubt, now that you are eating for two." He wrapped his arms around her waist and splayed his hands across her flat belly. "If I don't keep an eye on you, you'll grow as fat as an old cow," he teased, kissing along her delicate jaw.

Karina pretended to pout prettily. "How ungrateful you are that I am carrying your child!" Her smile was devilish, and she gave him a sidelong glance as she continued, "You'll just have to see that I get plenty of exercise, and I won't get fat."

He laughed again, as she leaned her head against his shoulder and looped an arm back around his neck, purposely teasing him with her naked body, as she rubbed her ass against that part of his anatomy over which she had the most influence. She could feel his arousal, hard and throbbing against the globes of her bottom. 

He nibbled at her neck, kneading her breast with one hand while his other hand drifted lower to explore her softest regions. His grin was elementally male, as he probed her, finding her already hot and very wet. He cocked a teasing brow at her before trailing kisses along her collarbone. She moaned and opened her legs wider.

"If you don't stop this, I will never get my supper!" It was clear from her actions that she didn't want him to stop.

He pinched her nipple hard enough to make her gasp. The mixture of pain and pleasure made her belly clench with desire, and she moaned, pressing her breast more firmly into his hand.

"That's what happens when you are a naughty girl. You've stirred my appetite. Now you will have to wait for your dinner," he murmured huskily, as he pulled her to the bed.

He toppled on his back upon it, pulling her down on top of him. He made himself comfortable amidst the pillows, enjoying the sight of her straddling his hips. He gently urged her thighs wide apart and slid his hands up their inner faces until his thumbs reached her pussy. He stroked her with the pads of his thumbs, smiling when she gave a small whimper and tilted her hips toward his hand.

"I want you," he whispered simply.

Karina rose on her knees until she was poised over the head of his cock. With a sultry smile, she sank onto him, thrilled to hear his groan of relief. She leaned forward, trailing kisses along his temple.

"I'm yours, Richard. Take what you want."

He met her eyes for a long moment before giving her a grin that stole her heart. With a firm hand at the small of her back, he urged her forward. He clasped her nipple in his mouth and feasted voraciously, until the tender flesh was swollen, sore and throbbing. His other hand on her hip guided her movements, and she began to pleasure him with sensuous strokes. He inwardly smiled when she cupped her breast to hold it steady while she rode him. She obviously didn't want to break the contact between her nipple and his mouth.

He located her clit and teased it with his thumb as he raked her nipple with his teeth. She rewarded him with a moan of pleasure. He tormented her nipple, devouring the succulent flesh while she arched her back to give him better access. When she was nearly beside herself with the heady mixture of pain and pleasure, he gave her clit a sharp squeeze, sending Karina over the edge. Richard paused to enjoy her rippling contractions before repeating the process on her other breast, torturing that nipple until she came a second time.

When he rolled her onto her back and plunged into her, she urged him on, looping her knees over his shoulders to allow him even deeper access. He plundered her sweet pussy, burying himself in her snug passage as her muscles tensed to hold him deep inside. He took her with a devastating thoroughness that robbed her of her breath, and he released a hoarse groan as he spilled wave after wave of his seed into her welcoming heat. As they lay entwined, sweating and panting with him still buried to the hilt inside her and her legs clasped around him to hold him there, the truth of her words was obvious to them both. She was his indeed.

Samiya backed away from the tiny slit beside the tent flap and snuck back to her own tent. She paced and fumed, screeching with her frustration. She had to find some way to get Karina away from Rashid! The little bitch was going to ruin everything, and Samiya was willing to do whatever it took to get rid of her.

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Karina blossomed over the following days, and Richard was amazed that she seemed to grow even more beautiful all the time. There was much left unspoken between them. Richard had not admitted in words that he loved her. Still, Karina felt confident that, given enough time and her gentle devotion, he would come around. She knew that he wouldn't be able to make such tender love to her if he didn't truly care for her, and that knowledge gave her the patience to wait for him to admit his feelings.

His people began to treat her as his wife, rather than his mistress, and even Samiya appeared to back off from her pursuit of Richard. Though she still watched him with lust in her eyes, she made no more overt plays for his attention.

There were only two flies in the ointment of Karina's happiness, and she tried not to dwell on them, but they were always in the back of her mind. One was her desire to become Richard's wife. She didn't wish for their child to be born a bastard. Karina had dropped subtle hints, which he seemed to have pointedly ignored. She knew that, as long as he wanted her, she would stay with him. She truly had become his willing mistress.

Karina's other source of worry was wondering what Richard's plans for revenge were against her father. Surely, he wasn't still planning to send her back after the baby was born. She refused to believe that he could give her up so easily, now that they had found happiness. She wondered, though, whether he wasn't planning some other form of revenge. She knew her father was innocent of Ameena's death, and she couldn't allow Richard to hurt him, not if she could prevent it. She had to find some way to convince Richard of the truth.

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William Sinclair sat deep in thought behind the large desk in his study. After pursuing the Sea Falcon for nearly five weeks, he had been devastated to discover that his daughter wasn't on board. Instead, there had been another Englishwoman aboard who, although she had blonde hair, looked nothing like his daughter. His frustration had been supreme, and it had taken him another three weeks to return to his home in Cairo. He had wasted almost two months at sea, while any leads concerning Karina's disappearance had grown cold.

He had been hoping against hope that Karina would be waiting for him at home, but she wasn't. William was at his lowest point, for he feared that his daughter was dead. Until now, he had steadfastly believed that Karina had left of her own accord, but now he had to face the prospect that she may have been kidnapped.

William's men had been scouring the city since Karina's disappearance, and there had not been a single lead. He had even posted a sizable reward for any information, but no one had come forward. He held his head between his two hands and shut his eyes as he pictured Karina in his mind. She had never looked more beautiful than she had on the night of the ball, and if it had not been for him and his impatience, she would be here with him today.

A knock on his door made him jump, and William called admittance. His butler, Hamed, who had been with William since his arrival in Cairo years earlier stepped through the door.

"Sir, there is a woman here to see you. I know you are not expecting her, but she says she has news of your daughter."

William shot to his feet. "Show her in at once."

Hamed turned and signaled for the woman to precede him into the room. She was very beautiful, with large, dark eyes and full lips. It was evident from her dark coloring and her traditional dress that she was a Bedouin. She looked William in the eye without flinching, and it was only because she was fidgeting with her hands that he knew she was nervous. However, she boldly strode to the front of his desk, where she stood watching him.

Hamed followed her into the room and shut the door behind him. "Sir, she says she doesn't speak English, so if you will permit me, I will translate."

William nodded impatiently. "Yes, of course, just tell me what she knows."

Hamed questioned her, and William waited anxiously for her news. "Sir, she says her name is Samiya. She knows where your daughter is."

William's eyes lit up with hope. "Where is she? Is she alright?" he questioned anxiously.

When Hamed had translated the questions, she spoke to him at length, gesturing with her hands. Finally, Hamed relayed her words. "Your daughter is safe, and she is in good health. She is being held with her people somewhere in the desert."

William looked her in the eye. "Is she being held for ransom?" When Hamed asked her, she shook her head vigorously. "Then, why has she been taken?" Again, he waited as Hamed spoke with the woman.

"She says that her Sheik is holding your daughter out of revenge against you. She says that he believes that you murdered his wife."

Absolute shock registered on William's face, and he sank into his chair. "What on earth is she talking about? I've never murdered anyone! Who is her sheik?"

Hamed questioned the woman, and they argued briefly, while she adamantly shook her head. Finally, Hamed sighed and turned back toward William.

"She refuses to say who her Sheik is. She will only say that she has come to help you rescue your daughter, and that you must promise not to hurt her people."

William considered her words as he watched her face. "Why would she trust me not to hurt her people, if she believes me to be a murderer?"

Hamed asked her and then relayed her response. "She says that she knows you are not the one who murdered the Sheik's wife. She has heard that you are a man of honor. If you give her your word, she will trust you."

When Hamed finished speaking, Samiya stood nodding her head vigorously to emphasize the words. William stood up and turned to stare out the window for a long moment before turning back to look at the woman.

"Ask her why I should trust her. What interest does she have in helping me rescue my daughter? How do I know she is not leading me into a trap?"

William watched her face carefully as Hamed translated for her. She answered earnestly and without delay.

"She says that she wants to get your daughter out of her village. She says the Sheik was in love with her before your daughter came, but now he is beginning to fall in love with your daughter. She says it won't be long before her Sheik decides to take your daughter into his bed. You must hurry if you wish to keep her from becoming his mistress."

William stiffened at the words. It was easy for him to believe what the woman said. Any man would lust after his daughter. Whether it was a trap or not, he had to act fast, for Karina's sake. He would go with this woman, but he wasn't foolish enough to go alone. He turned to Hamed and spoke urgently.

"Tell her I will come with her. I will need to bring some men with me for my daughter's protection, once we have rescued her. Tell her that she can wait in the study for me to prepare."

Hamed relayed the terms to Samiya. She gestured excitedly and spoke in rapid Arabic, shaking her head from side to side emphatically. Finally, Hamed turned back to William. "She says you must promise not to harm any of her people, especially their sheik."

William looked her in the eye as he gave his answer. "Tell her that I will do my best to ensure no one is hurt. However, if he has harmed my daughter, I will deliver swift punishment to him." He watched her carefully as Hamed translated his words.

Samiya paused and looked into William's clear eyes. As long as this man didn't discover that his daughter had already been defiled, she felt she could trust him not to hurt her people. Besides, she was confident that Rashid could defend himself, if it should come to that. Finally, she nodded her agreement, and Hamed began to usher her out, but William stopped him on his way to the door.

"Summon Lord Rawlins. Tell him that I need his help right away, that I have had news of my daughter. Tell him to bring twenty of his best men to meet me here immediately, and they must be ready to ride. Tell them to bring camels, not horses and to make sure they have proper provisions." He paused and looked closely at the servant. "Hamed, I would like for you to come along with us as well. I might need you to interpret."

Hamed nodded and showed Samiya into the study before he rushed off to do William's bidding. Only when the door had closed behind him, did Samiya allow a sly smile to spread over her face. She sauntered to the window and looked out over the lawn. She had thought long and hard before coming here in the first place. She had assumed that William Sinclair was the murderer Rashid thought him to be, but she knew as soon as she saw him that he wasn't.

She had witnessed Ameena's rape and murder. Samiya had watched as the man dragged Ameena into her tent, and Samiya had crept to the tent herself, to watch what happened through a crack in the flap. She had seen everything.

She smirked as she remembered Ameena. Poor, stupid fool! She had been so sweet and proper. If she hadn't resisted so much, she would have survived the attack. Samiya wouldn't have been so foolish. She would have simply given the Englishman his satisfaction, and she would have survived to see another day.

Samiya's face twisted into a grimace of hatred as she thought about Karina. Samiya had waited patiently for Rashid to grow bored with the English woman, but with each passing day, she had watched the couple growing closer to one another. It was bitter gall to her pride, for she was used to having men chase her, not the other way around.

Samiya wanted Rashid as her husband, and it was time to take matters into her own hands. Yes, Samiya thought with a smile, she had been right to come here. Now she had only to ensure that everything went according to her plans.

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In less than an hour, Lord Rawlins arrived. He strode quickly into William's office and Hamed shut the door behind him. William quickly filled him in on the details. As Lord Rawlins listened, his jaw tensed with fury. How dare some filthy Arab kidnap the woman he intended to marry! He would see that the man paid dearly for his trespass. However, he kept those thoughts to himself. William had given his word not to harm the sheik, but Rawlins had no intention of granting mercy. He would see that he suffered.

William finished giving his news and quirked a brow at Lord Rawlins. "Are you and your men willing to help me?"

Rawlins executed a brief bow, managing to show just the right mixture of concern and commitment on his handsome features. "Sir, as you know, I have been in love with Karina for a long time, and I have been out of my mind with worry about her. Of course, I will help you to find her."

William nodded his acceptance. "Good! And who knows, maybe Karina will feel more accepting of your marriage proposal, if it still stands, once she has seen you in action. You know, knight in shining armor rescuing damsel in distress? Isn't that what every girl looks for in a husband?"

Rawlins laughed as William walked beside him to the door. Indeed, he didn't give a damn what Karina looked for in a husband. He would make her his wife, if it was the last thing he did. And God help her when he did!

**********

The men rode through the night and into the next day, finally pausing to rest not far from where Samiya told them her camp was located. Following her advice, they had paused here to wait until the following morning, when the sheik and most of the men would be gone from the village.

Rawlins paced in his tent, stewing over the present situation, when the tent flap raised and Samiya strolled inside. She approached with a smile.

"Lord Rawlins, I had hoped to find a moment alone with you," she purred.

He raised his brows at her use of English. He had witnessed Hamed interpreting for her several times, and he wondered what her game was. He watched her through narrowed eyes. "What did you have in mind?"

She tilted her head to one side and considered him carefully. She had to handle this just right, or he could ruin everything for her. "I know who you are. I saw you when you raided our camp and raped the Sheik's wife. I was watching from outside the tent and I saw everything."

Rawlins studied her carefully as he waited for her to continue. He certainly wasn't going to volunteer any information until he knew what she wanted.

"Don't worry," she assured him, smiling. "I won't say anything to Lord Sinclair. What I don't think you are aware of is that you accidentally killed Ameena when you were raping her. She hit her head against a trunk, and she died." She paused as he digested this new information.

His eyes widened slightly, as he remembered that day. That explained why she stopped struggling and why she never bothered to cover herself afterward. Pity, he thought ruefully. He would have enjoyed taking her again. He dragged his thoughts back to the woman before him.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I want you to understand why Karina was kidnapped. The woman you killed was with child. The Sheik, thinking you were William Sinclair, thought to take his revenge by forcing Karina to serve his pleasure until she gave him a child. He's had her as his mistress for over two months now."




Sweet Revenge Ch. 06



Rawlins eyes fairly bulged with his rage. "Do you mean to tell me that he has already taken her into his bed?" Samiya nodded her head. He clenched his hands into fists as he growled, "I will kill the bastard!"

Samiya approached to stand close in front of him, as she looked up at him appealingly. "I don't think that is a good idea. I would hate to have to tell Lord Sinclair what you did. Besides, our Sheik is not an Arab." His eyes widened as she continued. "He is a British noble, Sir Richard Bryant. You can't simply kill him in a rage. You would be hung for murder, no doubt."

Rawlins narrowed his eyes as he considered this new information. He had heard of Lord Bryant, and he knew him to be skilled in all sorts of weapons and combat. Rawlins knew he wouldn't be able to best the other man in a struggle. There had to be another way.

"Why are you telling me this? What do you want from me?" he asked softly.

Samiya smiled and looped her arms around his neck as she pressed against him. "It's really quite simple. I want Richard for myself, and I want you to take Karina far away. She has fallen in love with him, and I know she won't leave willingly. In order to get her out of the camp without anyone discovering you, she will need to be subdued."

"I take it you have a plan?" he drawled, raising one eyebrow in question while settling his hands onto her hips.

Samiya nodded and pressed her breasts against his chest. "I can return to the camp in the evening and slip some herbs into her drink at dinner. She will sleep very soundly for many hours, and you can spirit her away with no one the wiser." She issued a throaty laugh. "The irony of the matter is that this was how Richard kidnapped her in the first place. He drugged her and carried her away from the ball."

Rawlins shared a laugh with her at that bit of humor. "So that's your plan. We both get what we want, and no one gets hurt?"

She nodded and stretched up to kiss him on the lips. Drawing back, she looked up at him through smoldering dark eyes. "Exactly, no one gets hurt. Sinclair must not find out that his daughter had already become the Sheik's mistress, at least until he returns to Cairo. Otherwise, he may go crazy and try to seek revenge on the spot." She looked up at him through sultry eyes and rubbed her breasts suggestively against his chest. "I'm counting on you to get Karina out of the camp without anyone else being hurt. Can you do that?"

Without blinking, he gave her the lie. "I give you my word, none of your people will be harmed. Now, enough talking."

Rawlins swooped to plunder her lips as his hands began to explore her ripe curves. He was going to enjoy this little Bedouin whore. However, he wouldn't let her deter him from his purpose. Let her think she had succeeded in striking a deal with him. He would see to it that Richard Bryant paid for sleeping with Karina! He would still marry the little slut, but he would make her pay dearly for falling into another man's bed so willingly.

Nothing was going to sway him from punishing them both, but he wasn't about to share those thoughts with Samiya. She was so warm and willing that he decided not to tell her anything that might spoil his pleasure. Besides, she had come up with a good plan, and he needed her help to carry it out.

That evening, using Hamed to interpret for her, Samiya told them that she would return tonight, so that none of the other villagers would suspect her involvement. She instructed them to wait until the men rode out the next morning, and she gave very specific instructions for them to find their way to the Sheik's tent. With one last furtive glance at Rawlins, she slipped into the night and returned to the village. They had to wait several hours, so Rawlins suggested to William that they develop a plan.

"I've been thinking about the best way to handle everything once we get to the camp. I would really like to be the one to go in after Karina. I have been thinking about what you said earlier, and I want to do everything possible to sway her to accept my proposal."

William eyed him carefully. "So you still wish to marry my daughter?" he asked carefully.

The shy, moonstruck look that Rawlins gave him was very convincing. "Sir, I love your daughter with all my heart. I would wish to have her as my wife no matter what!"

William smiled with approval. He wanted to do everything possible to endear Rawlins to his daughter. It was possible that, given the scandal that had already risen over her disappearance, Rawlins was the only nobleman who would still be willing to offer for her hand.

"I can understand your devotion. My daughter is a charming young woman. I don't think it is asking too much for you to be the one to rescue her."

"There's one more thing, sir." Rawlins seemed to hesitate before he finally spoke. "Samiya told me that she is going to drug Karina, so that she doesn't cry out in fright and give away our presence to the other villagers. She assured me that she knows how to prepare a sleeping tonic that will keep her asleep for several hours, and she suggested that it would be the safest way to get her out without alerting the other villagers." He hesitated again. "I gave her my permission, sir, and I hope that is alright with you."

William thought for a moment before answering. "Well, I don't like it, but I suppose it would reduce the chances of us being caught. If someone discovered us leaving the camp, there could be fighting, and I don't want to take a chance that Karina would be hurt."

Rawlins looked relieved. "I'm glad you agree, sir. Morning can't come soon enough for me." When William turned away, Rawlins grinned slyly. Everything was going according to plan.

**********

Karina and Richard sat together as they talked around the campfire with the other villagers. They had all enjoyed a hearty meal, and Karina could barely keep her eyes open, as she listened to Richard's deep voice. She was completely content. Samiya had surprised her by offering her a cup of hot spiced tea, and Karina drank it as she sat listening to the other villagers. She felt delightfully warm and sleepy.

She yawned and leaned her head against Richard's shoulder. He put his arm around her without pausing in his conversation. Eventually, he noticed that she had grown heavier, and he looked down to see that she was sound asleep. He looked up and met Fatima's smiling regard.

"I think she is tired from her activities today," Fatima said with humor. "I was teaching her how to make goat cheese, and she stirred for half the afternoon."

Richard nodded, but he hoped Fatima wouldn't notice his slight flush. He was more inclined to think that it may have been Karina's activities with him back in their tent that had so thoroughly exhausted her. She had teased him by slowly stripping out of her clothes while he stalked her around the tent. Of course, he had allowed her to elude him until she was completely naked before he had pounced on her. She had giggled and wrestled before she finally gave her body to him so eagerly that just the memory of it made him grow hard.

He grinned down at her limp form. She obviously needed to rest after her exertions. He carefully rose and swept her into his arms, murmuring a goodnight to the others before he carried her to their tent.

The villagers exchanged warm glances and smiles as they witnessed their Sheik's tenderness toward Karina. They had come to admire her, and they were glad to see their leader was beginning to treat her as more than just his mistress. Only Samiya watched through narrowed eyes, and a sly smile spread across her face. It wouldn't be long now until she was rid of that haughty little bitch.

Richard carried Karina directly to their bed, and carefully removed her dress before covering her with a light sheet. He was surprised that she never roused, but he assumed she was merely exhausted. He looked down on her with tenderness and smiled. She had brought so much happiness to his life. He would never be able to forgive her father, but he wasn't going to let that spoil his happiness with Karina.

Richard doffed his clothes and crawled into bed. He gathered Karina in his arms and held her close. He released a deep sigh as he thought about the beauty he held in his arms. He was finally at peace with his decision. Tomorrow, he would ask her to marry him. Their love would be strong enough to transcend anger and vengeance, he was sure of it.

*********

Richard rode out the following morning, long before dawn. Following Samiya's instructions, Lord Sinclair and Lord Rawlins had no problem locating the Sheik's tent. William waited outside, keeping a close eye for anyone who might spot their presence, while Lord Rawlins entered the tent in search of Karina.

Once inside, he carefully opened one shutter on the covered lantern he carried, and by the dim light, he made his way to the bed. Karina lay in deep slumber upon the bed, her hair spilling out upon the pillow. Rawlins stared down at her beauty and smirked to himself. She wouldn't look so peaceful once he had made her his wife.

Kneeling beside her, he gently shook her shoulder, but he kept his hand poised over her mouth in case she woke up with a scream. She didn't rouse from her deep sleep. He shook her harder, with the same result, and he was finally satisfied that she was drugged heavily. He mentally thanked Samiya for her resourcefulness.

He pulled the sheet off her and sucked in his breath when he saw that she was totally naked. His eyes narrowed as they skimmed over her lovely body, and he mentally rubbed his hands together in anticipation of the day when she would be under his control. He couldn't resist the urge to roughly pinch her nipples, twisting them hard enough to make her moan in her sleep. He grinned at the effect, as her nipples now stood stiffly erect, practically begging for more of his attention.

He glanced over his shoulder to make sure he was still alone with her. Satisfied that he had a few more moments, he nudged her thighs apart and probed her pussy with two fingers, noticing how quickly her moisture began to flow. Karina moaned softly in her sleep and arched her hips against his hand. It was obvious to Rawlins that the little slut had been well trained in how to respond to a man. He would make her pay, but for now, he had to hurry. He satisfied himself with one last vicious tweak of her clit. She would be his to torment soon enough.

Rawlins found her dress beside the bed and quickly pulled it over her head and down her legs to cover her nakedness. He lifted her limp form and made his way to the flap, careful to close the lantern before he left the tent. As he anticipated, William was impatiently waiting just outside. When he saw Rawlins carrying his daughter, his eyes opened wide in concern.

"Is she alright?" he questioned anxiously in a quiet whisper.

Rawlins nodded his head. "Yes sir, she's fine. She's heavily drugged, but she should wake up in several hours."

William nodded before turning away. They made their way carefully back to their men, and mounted their camels. William cradled Karina in front of him on his saddle. They rode for about an hour before Rawlins reined in and spoke to William.

"Sir, you continue on with a handful of my men. The others and I will wait here to ensure that no one follows us. Once I am assured that we are not being pursued, I will join you back in Cairo."

William frowned as he studied him. "Be careful, Rawlins. I wouldn't want you to come to any harm."

Rawlins smiled charmingly. "Don't worry, sir. I have every intention of becoming your son."

With that, he gave a brief salute and turned away to give instructions to his men. He watched as William rode away with Karina and Hamed, accompanied by a handful of his men. When they had passed over a nearby ridge and were out of sight, he turned to his remaining men. They watched him expectantly, and he smiled at them, for they were used to accompanying him on his raids.

"What say you men? Shall we have some fun?" His men exchanged grins and gave him enthusiastic nods. "Do whatever you like to the other villagers. Just remember, the Sheik is mine. I will deal him the justice that is due." With that, he spun his mount around, and they headed back to the camp.

The villagers were just beginning to rouse, when Rawlins reached the camp. He and his men rode in and quickly subdued what little resistance they met. They gathered the people into a few tents, and Rawlins assigned several of his men to watch over them with rifles to ensure their silence.

Rawlins made a show of choosing Samiya from the other women in the village, and he dragged her into Richard's tent. When they were out of earshot of the others, she jerked loose from his hold and glared at him.

"What the hell are you doing?" she hissed. "You're supposed to be half way back to Cairo by now. Rashid will be returning soon."

Rawlins jerked her against his chest, as he grinned down at her. "I'm well aware of what I am supposed to do, my little Bedouin spitfire. However, I fully intend to make your sheik pay for what he has done!" He kissed her brutally, twisting her by the hair when she tried to resist him. Finally, he raised his head and grinned at her flashing eyes and heaving breasts.

"As much as I would like to continue this, I can't have you warning Bryant of my presence."

He turned her around and twisted her arms behind her back before securing them with a length of rope. Then, he stuffed a gag in her mouth and tied it with another strip of rope. Satisfied that she couldn't make too much noise, he shoved her onto the bed and tied her ankles together. Her eyes flashed at him in hatred, but he ran his knuckles down her cheek and grinned.

"There, my lovely Bedouin whore. Now, you will have a perfect view of all the fun when Bryant returns."

Rawlins summoned several of his men into the tent. He had instructed the others to wait inside other tents around the camp. Even the camels had been brought inside. There was no visible evidence to betray their presence in the village.

Rawlins didn't have long to wait before he heard the sound of approaching horses, and he turned to see Samiya looking fearful on the bed. He blew her a mocking kiss before signaling his men to hide themselves from view.

Richard rode into the camp, and he frowned in puzzlement. There were usually several people bustling about the camp, taking care of the morning chores. He felt uneasy, but couldn't see anything else amiss. He jumped from his horse and went directly to his tent to see if Karina knew what was going on.

He strode through the flap and came to an abrupt halt when he spied Samiya trussed up on the bed. His eyes widened in surprise, and he took several steps toward her before he heard the click of a pistol being cocked very near his head, and he froze.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Lord Richard Bryant."

Richard turned slowly to see who had addressed him. He didn't recognize the man's handsome features, but he could tell from his refined speech and his expensive riding clothes that he was a nobleman. Richard didn't miss the fact that several other men hovered around, surrounding him. He ignored them for the moment.

"And exactly who are you?" he questioned coldly.

The other man smiled with no humor before answering. "I am the man who is going to marry Karina, and I don't appreciate that you have been amusing yourself with my future wife." Rawlins examined his nails almost casually before continuing. "Karina was very glad to see me. She is waiting with her father while I dispense her justice. She told me personally to ensure that you pay for the things you did to her. She was most adamant that I make sure you wouldn't be able to cause her any further humiliation in the future."

Richard narrowed his eyes as he watched the other man. "You're lying. She has been happy here. She wouldn't want to leave with you, much less ask you to harm me."

Rawlins laughed coldly as he shook his head.

"You foolish man! She was only letting you think she was happy here. All the while, she was planning to escape. It was sheer luck that we found her first. If she hadn't wanted to come with us, we could never have gotten her out of your camp without the other villagers noticing." He gave him a moment to consider that before continuing. "Karina is most put out with you, that you have been using her for all this time. She is most anxious to return to me. Of course, I assured her that I am still willing to marry her, despite the fact that she has been your mistress all this time. She assures me that she hates you, and that you forced her against her will."

Richard's mind rebelled as he thought about his words. It couldn't be true! He knew in his heart that Karina loved him. His attention was brought abruptly back to the present, as the other man turned to his men.

"Gather the men and the camels. We will be leaving right away." When his men left, Rawlins turned back to Richard. "I want to compliment you on your taste in women. I must say I thoroughly enjoyed your wife. She was a woman who knew how to please a man. You should have seen her. She moaned like a whore while I enjoyed her."

Richard's eyes darted to where Samiya still sat watching on the bed, and he wondered if this man had raped her. The stranger must think she was his wife.

"How the hell would you know? My wife died several months ago!" Richard growled through narrowed eyes.

The other man's evil laugh sent shivers down Richard's spine. "Oh, I don't mean her!" he said, with a jut of his chin toward Samiya.

Rawlins strolled over to her and yanked her up by one arm, as she struggled helplessly against him. With her hands and feet bound by the rope, there wasn't much she could do to thwart him. He smiled down at her, as he stepped behind her and reached around to release the tie at the neckline of her dress. The fabric fell away, revealing her breasts to both men. She squirmed and whimpered, but Rawlins held her still as he pinched one dark nipple cruelly between his fingers. "My dear, your beauty fairly bedazzles my eye," he purred and nibbled at her ear.

The whole time, he kept the pistol trained on Richard's chest, and there was little he could do to stop the abuse. Finally, Rawlins tired of the torture and shoved her back down onto the bed. "No, don't be mistaken Bryant. I know this little whore is not your wife. I was referring to...what was her name again," he frowned as if trying to recall. "Oh yes, Ameena, wasn't it? She's the one I so thoroughly enjoyed during my last raid on your camp." His lips parted in a sneer, as he watched surprise and then understanding dawn on Richard's face.

Pure, unbridled rage flared in Richard's eyes, and his whole body went rigid with the effort of not launching an attack at the smirking man. "So, it was you all this time and not William Sinclair?"

His tormentor laughed with hearty amusement. "I only used Sinclair's name to stir up trouble for him. I hoped you would start a rebellion against him, or at the very least cause some damage to his properties. I never dreamed you would kidnap his daughter, my own betrothed. That was your mistake." He watched as the wheels turned in Richard's mind. "Oh, yes! Karina told me everything. She said you had some insane idea that she would be your mistress until she gave you a child. She told me how you raped her against her will." His eyes narrowed as he gritted out the next words. "You must understand that I can't allow you to defile my future wife and live to tell about it!"

Richard felt his blood run cold at the man's words. "You still haven't told me your name. If you are going to kill me, the least you could do is identify yourself."

The man cocked his head to one side and considered him. "I guess there will be no harm done, since you won't live out the hour." He clicked his heels together and inclined his head slightly, "Lord Stuart Rawlins, at your service." His superior smile grated on Richard's nerves as he continued. "Now, as much as I would love to stay and chat, I really must be going." He raised the pistol and aimed it at Richard's heart.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 06



Richard dove to the side just as the pistol fired. A searing pain erupted in his chest, as he fell to the ground. He moaned and rolled onto his back. Looking up, he saw the other man grinning down at him with triumph. He yanked the scarf from Richard's head and smeared it with his blood, before he turned and left the tent.

Richard moaned again, feeling a weariness like he had never felt before. He could hear Samiya's shrieks, but he didn't have the strength to turn and look at her. He lay still, as coldness seeped through his body.

How wrong he had been, about William Sinclair, about his plans for revenge, and especially about Karina! He had been so sure that she loved him. His mind groped for another explanation for her actions, but he couldn't think of one. Rawlins couldn't have known so much about Richard's relationship with Karina, unless she had told him the details herself.

Richard tried to blot out the searing pain in his chest, and he felt his lifeblood draining out on the ground beneath him. His vision clouded, growing dimmer as his lids felt suddenly very heavy, and he let them drop over his eyes. His last thought was to wonder why Karina had betrayed him, before blackness closed in around him, carrying him into oblivion. 



Sweet Revenge Ch. 07



William Sinclair paced restlessly in his study, his thoughts riveted on his eldest daughter. They had returned to the house several hours before, but she was still soundly asleep. He worried at her delay in waking from the potion she had been given, but Mrs. White had assured him that she was resting peacefully. They would simply have to wait a bit longer for her to rouse.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door, and William called admittance. Ahmed stepped inside.

"Sir, Lord Rawlins has arrived, and he wishes to see you immediately."

William gestured impatiently, "Yes, yes. Show him in at once!" He didn't have long to wait for Rawlins to appear, and he grasped the younger man's hand in gratitude. "I'm relieved to see you arrived without any trouble. I was worried you might have had some difficulty." His eyebrow raised in question.

Rawlins frowned slightly. "There was a bit of trouble, sir, but I handled it. However, there are some things you need to know."

Seeing that he had William's full attention, Rawlins painstakingly laid out all the details that he had learned from Samiya. He revealed Richard's dual identity, the fact that Karina had been the man's mistress for the entire time since her disappearance, and that she fancied herself in love with the man. He sat and watched the myriad emotions flowing over William's face as he digested the information.

When William finally spoke, his voice was a low, sinister growl. "I will kill the bastard pay for what he has done!"

Lord Rawlins shifted nervously in his chair. "Sir, when I found out how he had abused Karina, I lashed out in a rage. I attacked Bryant, and we fought. The thought of what he did to Karina drove me insane." He paused briefly before looking up at William. "I killed him."

William's mouth dropped open in surprise, as he stared at the other man. Before he could comment, Rawlins rushed on.

"I know I acted rashly, but if I had it to do over again, I would react the same way." He looked down at his hands pretending to be overcome with emotion. "He taunted me with the fact that Karina was in love with him, he told me intimate details of how he had used her body, violating her over and over, and I snapped." Rawlins kept his eyes downcast and held his breath as he waited for William's reaction.

William watched him thoughtfully. He couldn't really fault Rawlins for killing the other man. William might have done the same, if he were face to face with his daughter's tormentor. Besides, he knew Rawlins was in love with his daughter. It must have ripped at his guts to know that she had been raped and then seduced into thinking she was in love with another man. Suddenly, another thought struck him, and William looked sharply at Rawlins.

"You say Karina was his mistress for the entire two months since her capture?"

Lord Rawlins looked up at and nodded. "Yes, sir. Why? What are you thinking?

William rose and went to look out the window. He frowned, not really seeing the carefully manicured lawns.

"I'm thinking that she might very well be carrying that bastard's child." He turned to watch the other man's reaction. "This could change everything, and I certainly understand if you need to rethink your position."

Lord Rawlins had already reached the same conclusion. It brought him no joy to realize that his future wife might be pregnant with another man's brat! He had absolutely no intention of letting Karina keep her lover's child. It would have to be sent away. He would decide where later, but right now, he had to convince William that he loved Karina in spite of everything.

William was watching him closely, and he carefully repeated his offer. "Perhaps this changes your feelings. I would understand if you no longer wish to marry my daughter."

Rawlins rose to join him at the window, and he looked at him earnestly. "Sir, as I have told you, I love your daughter with all my heart. I desperately want to make her my wife. If it turns out that she is expecting, I will claim the child as mine, and it shall be raised with all the advantages of my wealth and devotion."

William stared into his clear eyes. "Not every man can accept another man's child."

Rawlins smiled grimly. "Not every man has the chance to marry your daughter, sir."

William smiled with approval, and his opinion of Rawlins was raised another notch. "My daughter will be a lucky woman to have you as her husband." He clasped the younger man's hand in friendship. "We will speak to Karina as soon as she wakes. Why don't you go home and clean up, then come directly back here. I think it is best if we arrange the wedding quickly, for the sake of my daughter's reputation."

"But sir, what if Karina is not agreeable to my proposal? She has refused my offers in the past," he reminded William carefully.

William looked at him sternly. "I will simply have to make my daughter see reason." He placed a fatherly hand on the younger man's shoulder. "She will accept your proposal. I will make sure of it!"

"There's something else, sir. If your daughter really was in love with Bryant, she will resent me for rescuing her, and she will most likely hate me for killing him." He saw William frown as he considered his statement, and Rawlins hurried on. "I believe that if we can stir Karina's anger and make her see that Bryant was only using her to get to you, she will be more likely to turn against him. Perhaps if we don't tell her exactly what happened..." he trailed off, waiting to see how William would react.

William frowned darkly. He didn't like lying to his daughter, but could see the benefits of changing the story. If she did love Bryant, Karina just might be stubborn enough to refuse Rawlins' offer of marriage. The last thing William wanted was for his daughter to bear an illegitimate child, and he was willing to consider any alternative, even if it involved deception.

He finally nodded. "We will need to handle this very carefully. Karina can never know that we lied to her, or she may never forgive either of us." Rawlins nodded his agreement. "I will think about what to tell her and ensure that the servants don't let anything slip to my daughter. You go home and get yourself cleaned up and return here as soon as possible. The faster we pull this marriage together, the better."

Rawlins nodded and left to comply with William's wishes. As he walked down the front steps of the Sinclair home, his face split into a sly grin. His plans were finally coming together. With a little luck, the two of them would pull everything off, and Karina would agree to become his wife. He simply wouldn't rest until he had her firmly under his thumb and in his bed!

**********

Karina finally managed to open her eyes a tiny bit, and they widened as she looked around. Light blue curtains hung at the windows, and she was lying on a thick feather mattress. She looked up and saw a blue canopy, and her eyes quickly scanned the dressing table, chaise and other furnishings. She recognized her own bedroom in her father's house, but how on earth did she get here?

She managed to sit up on the edge of her bed, and she looked down to see that she was dressed in one of her own fine, lawn nightgowns. Her eyes swept the room and saw that everything was exactly as she remembered it to be, the same large area rug on the hard wood floor, the same wardrobe, the same desk. She shook her head slowly. She must be dreaming. The last thing she remembered was sitting around the fire after dinner. She had felt very sleepy, and she had leaned against Richard's strong shoulder. Where was Richard?

A sense of panic gripped her, and she tried to remember anything else. There were vague impressions of being at sea, and she surmised from her experience with the fever that she must have been carried on the back of a camel or horse. But why on earth would Richard bring her here? This had to be a dream!

Karina squeezed her eyes tightly shut and held a hand to one temple. She had to wake herself up, and this would all just dissolve like the dream it was. However, when she opened her eyes again, everything was the same. She frowned in bewilderment.

Just then, Mrs. White peeked in. The older woman's eyes widened, and she wore a joyful smile as she quickly crossed to the bed.

"Finally, you are awake! I was beginning to worry that you might never wake up again." She sat beside Karina on the edge of the bed and enfolded her in a fierce embrace, as she blinked back tears of happiness. "Oh, my dear, we worried we might never find you. Your father was simply frantic with worry over you. All of us were."

Karina's frown deepened. "But I don't understand. How did I get here?"

Mrs. White bit her bottom lip and dropped her eyes to her hands before she said softly. "Now dear, I'm sure your father will want to talk to you right away. He will be able to answer all your questions. He didn't tell me all the details, but from what I can gather, he knows all about why you were kidnapped." She met Karina's stunned gazed, and her eyes fairly sizzled with anger. "I don't have to tell you that your father was livid when he found out how that man abused you! But don't you worry your pretty head, everything is being handled. There won't be any scandal over this to besmirch your reputation, my lamb! You've endured enough as it is, and your father means to make sure you don't suffer any more."

Karina opened her mouth to comment, but Mrs. White bustled on, and she couldn't get a word in. "Your father is anxiously waiting to talk to you, but first, I think you need a bath. I have one prepared for you in the dressing room. Come on, dear, you will feel much better once you have had a bath."

Karina followed in a daze as the older woman led her to the tub. Mrs. White helped her undress before she turned to gather her soaps and shampoo and placed them on a small stool within easy reach of the tub. She helped Karina pile her luxurious hair on top of her head, and she secured the shining mass with several pins. As Karina settled into the steaming water, Mrs. White smiled at her again with tears sparkling in her eyes.

"My dear, I'm so very glad to see you safe. Don't worry. Everything will be handled." With that, she turned and bustled out of the room.

Karina sank back against the rim of the tub, as her head began to pound. What on earth was happening? Where was Richard, and how did her father know everything that had happened? She closed her eyes and tried to recall the last few hours. All she could remember was sitting next to Richard at dinner. They had both been so happy, and then she had fallen asleep. She was convinced that someone had brought her here while she was asleep, but why hadn't she woken up? Surely she hadn't slept that soundly. And who would have brought her here? Certainly not Richard!

She hurried through her bath, impatient to see her father and get some answers to her questions. She was just rising from the tub, when Mrs. White reappeared and wrapped her in a large, thick towel.

"Now, don't you feel better?" she crooned, patting her skin dry.

Karina was determined to get some answers. "Mrs. White, I don't understand. How did I get here? Who brought me?"

Mrs. White busied herself with locating a day dress of pale blue organdy from the wardrobe. She laid it out carefully on the bed and returned for the appropriate undergarments.

"I don't know many details other than the facts I told you earlier. However, I'm sure your father will clear up all the mysteries for us very soon. Now, let's get you dressed so you won't keep him waiting."

Karina submitted to Mrs. White's assistance, as she helped her don her lacy undergarments. When Mrs. White began to lace her into her corset, she clucked slightly in disapproval.

"It must be because you haven't been wearing a corset lately, dear, but I can't get this to lace as tightly as usual," she mumbled as she struggled to tighten the strings.

Karina blushed as she thought of the babe. Even though she had not noticed any significant changes in her figure, other than her breasts being obviously fuller, she must have been thickening around the waist a bit as well.

"That's all right, Mrs. White. Just lace it a bit looser. I'm beginning to feel a bit faint."

Mrs. White gave her a concerned look. "Of course, love. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking about the ordeal you've been through."

She finished lacing the corset and turned to retrieve the dress. She lifted it over Karina's head and pulled it down into place. The dress was tightly fitted, and Mrs. White was barely able to lace the back.

When Karina turned to the mirror, her eyes widened as she stared at her reflection. Her time in the desert had darkened her skin to a warm bronze, while her hair was a lighter gold than before. Her blue eyes picked up the color of the gown, and they seemed to shimmer like jewels. Her breasts were definitely fuller. They were almost spilling over the top of the gown, even though it was not excessively low cut. The effect bordered on scandalous.

Karina bit her lip, as she wiggled and tried to rearrange the neckline to hide the generous swell. Her efforts were unsuccessful, and she cringed as she saw her wanton appearance. All of her gowns were equally as tight fitting, so there was no point in changing. She made a mental note that she would have to let out the seams a bit in some of her gowns, until she could get new ones made to accommodate her pregnancy.

She blushed again at the thought of the child she carried. How would she ever be able to break the news to her father? For the thousandth time since waking, she wondered how she had gotten here, and whether Richard was alright. She was anxious to find out the answers to her questions, and there was no time like the present.

Karina made her way downstairs and into her father's study. He was sitting behind his desk, but he quickly rose when he heard her approach and rushed around the desk to embrace her in his strong arms. Her heart swelled with joy as she hugged him in return.

"Karina, my child," William choked out, "I'm so very glad to have you back with us." He held her slightly away from him and anxiously scanned her face. Now that he knew more about what she had been through, he was concerned to see how she was handling everything. He was relieved that she looked composed and confident, if somewhat confused. "I've been out of my mind with worry about you. I had nearly lost hope of ever seeing you again."

Karina noticed that his face was more lined than she remembered. "Oh, Papa, I'm so glad to see you too. But I don't understand how I got here. Mrs. White wouldn't tell me anything. What happened? How did you find me? The last I remember," she halted as her father chuckled with amusement and held up both hands to stem the flow of her questions.

"Slow down, my dear. I will tell you everything. Have a seat."

He carefully handed her into one of the large, overstuffed leather chairs, as if she were a delicate china doll that might break. He gestured to someone behind her, and Karina turned to see Lord Rawlins standing in the shadows near the back of the room. Her eyes widened in surprise, having thought they were alone, as her father held out a hand gesturing for him to come forward. 

"Stuart, come. Join us, please."

Lord Rawlins stepped forward and took Karina's hand, as he bowed low and placed a kiss upon the back of her fingers. "Miss Sinclair, you look even lovelier than I remembered," he drawled charmingly, letting his eyes linger on her breasts before rising to her face. His smiled secretively, remembering what she looked like without her clothes. "I was heartsick with worry, and you can't imagine my relief to know that you are alright."

Karina hadn't missed the direction of his gaze or his smile, and her skin crawled. He looked just as she had remembered, but his handsome features did nothing to stir her heart. She could never get past his arrogance long enough to enjoy his good looks. She attempted a smile, but it came across as a weak grimace.

"Lord Rawlins, I didn't expect to see you today."

Her father smiled broadly, as he gestured for Rawlins to have a seat in the chair beside Karina. "My dear, Lord Rawlins was the man who rescued you, and I asked him to come and talk with us today. There are some important matters we need to discuss." As he said the words, he walked around to his own chair behind the desk and sat down to face them.

Karina raised a brow in bewilderment. "Rescued me?" She had been extremely happy with Richard, and she had not needed to be rescued, but of course they wouldn't know that. A small wrinkle appeared on her forehead. "Papa, you had better tell me exactly what happened." She looked at him with frightened eyes, and she felt suddenly very nervous about the circumstances surrounding her 'rescue'.

Her father took a deep breath and launched into his tale. "I received a message from Sheik Rashid that he was holding you as a prisoner in his camp. The message said that I was to accompany the messenger to a meeting place in the desert and that you would be there waiting for me. Naturally, I was nervous about travelling alone into a possible trap, so I asked Lord Rawlins to bring some of his men and come with me."

Karina shivered lightly, as she listened to her father. Why would Richard send such a message? He had made no mention to her about a meeting with her father.

"When we got to the meeting place, Rashid was already there. He had drugged you. You looked deathly pale, and you were lying limp across his saddle. I thought my heart would stop, because at first, you appeared to be dead."

Karina could feel the blood draining from her face, and she suddenly felt very lightheaded. She frowned and touched a hand to her pounding temple as she stared at her father. "He drugged me?" she asked in a weak whisper.

William watched her carefully as he continued. "Yes. He said that he had kidnapped you as revenge against me. He somehow thought that I had murdered his wife. We argued briefly about my innocence, but it was pointless. He would not listen to reason." 

William noticed the distant look in Karina's eyes as she considered his words. When she finally spoke, her voice was shaky.

"But Papa, I don't understand! Why would he have returned me to you? He said that he was going to keep me until . . ." her voice trailed off, and she bit her bottom lip to stop it from trembling.

How could she tell her father that Richard had sworn to keep her as his mistress until she bore him a child? Her father would surely hunt Richard down and kill him if he knew that he had defiled his daughter. Despite Richard's apparent betrayal, Karina didn't want any harm to come to him, so she kept quiet.

William exchanged a quick glance with Rawlins and saw him nod, almost imperceptibly. They would have to proceed to the latter stages of their plan. It was the only way to sway Karina to agree with them. William cleared his throat and continued.

"My dear, I know about Rashid's plans for you." He ignored her shocked expression as he went on. "I know that he kept you as his mistress for the entire two months he had you, and I know that you are likely carrying his child."

Karina's jaw dropped open in horror. Her cheeks flamed, and she quickly looked down at her hands, unable to meet either man's eyes. She wanted to crawl underneath her chair to escape their close scrutiny!

William rose and came around to kneel in front of Karina. He gently raised her chin until she met his eyes and he continued very softly.

"I also know who he really was. My dear Karina, Lord Bryant taunted us with how he had abused you, but you have nothing to be ashamed of! You were helpless to stop him from having his way with you, and neither I nor Lord Rawlins holds you at fault."




Sweet Revenge Ch. 07



Karina blushed even deeper. If they only knew the things she and Richard had done in their bed! She may have been taken against her will at first, but she had become Richard's more than willing mistress. Her father would never understand if he were to find out that how shamefully wanton his daughter had become! When she spoke, her voice was almost inaudible.

"Papa, I don't understand. At first, he kept me as his prisoner. I know this may come as a shock to you, but I love him, and he loves me too. Why would he return me to you without even talking to me first?" She shook her head in bemusement. "The whole thing doesn't make any sense to me."

Her mind raced to find another explanation, but nothing came to mind. Unless Richard had told her father these things, how would he have known them? And how else would she have gotten here if Richard was not the one who brought her?

William exchanged another nervous glance with Rawlins before continuing. "Bryant said as much. He laughed and said that you were in love with him, and he was amused by the fact that you thought he was in love with you. He said that was always part of his plan. The more pain he gave you, the better his revenge would be against me."

Lord Rawlins nodded his head in agreement. "Karina, he never intended to keep you with him. He said he had another woman, Samiya. He said he was in love with her, and he was just waiting to get rid of you so he could marry her."

Karina shook her head firmly as tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks unheeded. "No! I don't believe it. He would never do that! He loves me, I know he does!"

All her old doubts resurfaced to haunt her. Samiya had often taunted her with the fact that she would be Richard's wife. Perhaps the other woman knew more than she did. Karina felt an overwhelming urge to see Richard.

"Where is he, I must speak with him?" Her heart congealed with fear when she noticed the nervous glance that passed between the two men. "Papa, where is he? I need to see him right away!" she repeated, her voice rising in panic.

Her father looked down briefly before meeting her eyes. He took one of her hands between both of his and spoke very gently. "Karina, Bryant is dead. He can never hurt you again."

Karina gasped in horror, as her world careened around her. She suddenly felt very faint, but she shook her head vigorously.

"No! I don't believe you! Why are you telling me this?" She began to sob in earnest now, and her father squeezed her hand gently, helpless to comfort her.

"Karina, it's true. The man tried to kill me, and Lord Rawlins shot him to save my life."

Karina whirled to stare in horror at Lord Rawlins. He was sitting forward in his seat, and his concern for her was evident on his face.

"You . . . you killed him?" she stammered, as she pinned him with an accusing glare.

Lord Rawlins met her eyes without flinching. "I had to. He was going to murder your father. Besides, after all he had done to you, I was crazy with jealousy. He mocked me with the details of how he had enjoyed you in his bed. It ripped my heart to shreds to hear him defame you so heartlessly."

Karina simply couldn't believe what she was hearing. Richard loved her! She had felt it in every fiber of her being. She shook her head, in a daze.

"He would never do such a thing! He loves me!" Her voice was slightly hysterical, and she looked from one to the other as she tried to convince them.

Rawlins reached to cover one of her hands, but she jerked her hand away as if she had been burned. "Karina, don't you understand? He wanted you to think he loved you, but he was only using you to get revenge. He never had any feelings for you. He only wanted to hurt you and your father."

Karina turned away and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. "I don't believe you! He can't be dead! I would know if he were, I would feel it!" she cried desperately, but the words sounded hollow, even to her own ears.

Lord Rawlins rose and walked to the side table, where he had placed a small package, wrapped in brown paper. He brought it to her, and she took it with shaking hands. "What is this?" she whispered.

Lord Rawlins gave her a sympathetic smile. "Open it and you will see."

Karina carefully unwrapped the paper and the blood drained out of her face. Folded neatly inside was Richard's head scarf, smeared with blood. "Oh God! No, it isn't possible." She felt as if she would faint, and her head dropped listlessly onto the back of her chair.

Lord Rawlins knelt beside her father and looked up at her earnestly. "I'm sorry, Karina, but I had to kill him. You have to understand, he tried to kill your father."

Karina clutched the scarf to her bosom and released a moaning cry. "I can't believe it! I can't believe it!" she wailed miserably.

She had to get away from them before she collapsed. She jumped to her feet and stepped past the two men, as she raced from the room. She had to be alone! She could hear her father calling to her, but she kept running, up the stairs and straight to her room. She slammed the door and threw herself across her bed.

Her heart ached in her chest, and wracking sobs shook her body. There was no doubt the scarf belonged to Richard. She would have recognized it anywhere, but her mind rebelled at the thought of him lying bloody and cold on the sand. She didn't want to believe the things her father and Lord Rawlins had told her, but she could find no other logical explanation for the events that had happened. Unless Richard had contacted her father, he wouldn't have known where to find her.

She couldn't believe how wrong she had been about Richard. She had been convinced that he loved her and that he wanted their child. She felt so humiliated. Richard's betrayal ripped at her heart until she could barely breathe.

She sobbed until she had no tears left, and even then she remained curled on the bed in a miserable heap. Her hand drifted down to her belly, and she gently smoothed the fabric over her abdomen. What about the babe? Even after Richard had rejected her so cruelly, she still loved him, and she felt some small comfort that she carried his child inside her. At least, she would always have that small part of him that she could cherish tenderly. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Would this pain ever end? 

*********

Karina fell into an exhausted sleep. Jumbled images of her time with Richard flowed together in her dreams. Strong arms pulled her back against a solid chest while warm hands cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples until they stood stiffly erect.

"I want you, Karina. Are you ready to pleasure me?" Richard whispered, trailing hot kisses along her nape while he squeezed harder on her nipples.

"Yes," she gasped. Her nipples throbbed delightfully, and she could feel moisture beginning to pool between her thighs.

"You belong to me," he rasped, nudging her thighs apart with one knee. He stroked her swollen folds, smiling at her wetness. "Say it," he murmured.

"I belong to you," she sighed.

"You'll do anything to bring me pleasure, won't you," he taunted.

"Yes...anything." She moaned and opened her legs wider as he probed her pussy with two long fingers.

He abruptly pulled his fingers out of her, and grinned when she whimpered. He held his hand in front of her face, and she could see her moisture glistening on his fingers.

"How shameless you are, Karina. I barely have to touch you, and you behave like a harlot. Don't you have any pride at all?"

Karina whimpered and squirmed, squeezing her eyes tightly shut against the mocking look on his face. "Please Richard. Please make love to me!"

Richard laughed and shoved his wet fingers into her mouth, smiling while she licked them clean. "Make love to you? I don't love you. I only want to use your lovely, ripe body. But first, I want to hear you beg." When she shook her head in denial, he squeezed hard on her nipple. "Beg me, Karina. Beg me to use you for my pleasure."

"Please don't, Richard. I love you!"

He stuck his fingers back into her pussy and stroked her tauntingly while his other hand continued to torture her nipple. He abruptly withdrew his fingers, causing her to gasp.

"Beg me to use you," he needled.

"Please," she moaned. "Please use me for your pleasure. Please, I need you!"

He chuckled and turned her to face him. "I intend to." He drew her hand down the length of his pulsating erection and grinned. "Service me first with your mouth, and maybe...if you are a very good girl...I might give you some relief."

Karina eagerly wriggled lower until her face was even with his groin. She opened her mouth wide and sighed with relief when he shoved his cock past her lips. She was desperate to please him, licking, sucking and stroking him with her tongue while he fed his cock down her throat with rough thrusts.

"That's it, Karina. Suck it all down. That's my good little whore. Ummm...just the way I like it. Now put your fingers inside yourself. That's it. Show me that you have no shame."

Karina was quick to comply, shoving two fingers as far as she could into her needy pussy. She glanced up and saw him laughing as he watched her, and she worked even harder to please him. She was ecstatic when she felt him beginning to swell in her mouth, because she knew she had pleased him. She buried her nose in his curly black hair and sucked even harder. He fired his creamy, hot seed into her throat in a seemingly endless tide, and he chuckled as she worked to keep up.

"Good, Karina. Swallow it all. Keep going. You aren't finished yet, there's still more."

Karina could barely breathe by the time he finished and withdrew from her mouth. She looked up at him hopefully.

"Please," she whispered. "Please, I need you."

Richard pushed her off of him and stood up. He raked her naked form with his eyes and grinned. "Too bad, Karina. I'm tired of you. You don't mean anything to me. You are nothing but a shameless whore." He turned and left without a backward glance.

"No," Karina cried. "Please don't leave me, I need you! I love you!"

She awoke with a gasp and sat up on the bed. She was sweating, and her breasts were pulled free of her tight bodice. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist, and her fingers were still wet with her juices. Her whole body was tense, and she desperately needed relief. She covered her face with her hands and moaned. What had she become?

Karina felt so foolish for having believed that she meant anything to Richard. She should have known that he was only using her. The fact that she had performed so willingly in his bed, indeed that she had pleasured him so completely, only served to increase her humiliation.

Her cheeks burned, as she thought about the times he had taken her body, using her for his pleasure. The most bitter irony was that despite what she now knew, she still loved him. Even if he didn't love her, she couldn't change her emotions any more than she could will herself to stop breathing.

She was brought abruptly back to the present by a knock on her door. "Who is it," she asked, scrambling to straighten her clothing.

Her father's voice came softly through the oak panel. "It's me, child. May I come in?"

"Just a minute," she cried.

Karina quickly checked her reflection, making sure nothing was amiss before opening the door for her father. His eyes scanned her face, and his concern was evident when he saw her swollen eyes and blotchy red face. He opened his arms, and Karina was happy to be squeezed tightly against his broad chest.

"Oh Papa!" her voice cracked on the words, and tears threatened again. She felt so humiliated and hurt that she couldn't meet his eyes. "You must be very disappointed in me," she murmured miserably.

William squeezed her tighter and kissed the top of her hair. "Karina, I am not disappointed in you. I am only angry at myself that I was not able to protect you. This should never have happened, and it is my fault for not watching over you more diligently."

Karina shook her head. "No, Papa. There was no way you could have anticipated that I would be abducted from the ball. It's hard to believe that it happened even now."

William tenderly stroked Karina's hair, as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He led her to her bed and sat beside her on the edge, still cradling her head against his shoulder.

"My beautiful Karina. You have no idea how much I worried about you. I was sure that you had run away because of me and the arguments we had about your future." Karina pulled away slightly to look up at him, and he met her eyes with tenderness. "I'm so sorry for all the pain that you have suffered because of my refusing to listen to you. I keep thinking that if you hadn't been angry at me, you wouldn't have wandered away."

Karina placed a gentle finger across his lips. "No, Papa. You didn't cause me to be abducted. It was not of your doing, and you couldn't have foreseen it." She gave him a trembling smile before looking down at her hands in her lap. "The pain I am suffering is because of Richard. I honestly believed that he loved me." She looked up at her father imploringly, as tears swam in her eyes. "I know it may have been wrong for me to love him after everything he had done, but I couldn't help myself. I still can't." The last words were choked off, and she swallowed hard.

A long moment passed, as William searched for the right words to reassure her. Finally, he released a long sigh. "Karina, what happened is not your fault. That man had you under his control. He used your vulnerability to make you think you loved him, but with time, you will realize that what you felt for him is far from love."

Karina didn't believe him for a moment, but she refused to argue with him. She took a deep breath and met her father's eyes unflinchingly. "Papa, there's something I need to tell you."

William reached out to squeeze her hand. "You know you can tell me anything," he said softly.

Karina swallowed hard before continuing. "Papa, I...I already know that I am carrying Richard's child." Her father sighed grimly, but she continued, "I know you might not understand this, but I am happy about the babe." Her eyes dropped to her lap once again. "Although I was betrayed, I believed that my child was conceived in love." Her eyes rose pleadingly to her father seeking his understanding, as salty tears rolled down her cheeks once again.

William reached out to cup her cheek in his palm, as his thumb brushed the tears from her face. "Oh Karina, I am sorry for the way things have worked out, but for the child's sake, you must carry on. You have to think of your own welfare, as well as your child's."

Karina looked at him suspiciously, and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. "What are you saying, Papa?"

"I'm saying that although you were deceived by Bryant, there is someone who really does love you and wants you to be his wife. Lord Rawlins still wants to marry you, even though he knows you might be carrying another man's child. I want you to accept his offer." Karina was already shaking her head, but he went on firmly. "Karina, listen to me. Stuart may be the only man who is still willing to marry you. Though I have tried to minimize the damage to your reputation, there has been some scandal surrounding your disappearance, and all of your suitors except Stuart withdrew their proposals several weeks ago. Stuart already knows that you might be expecting a child. He loves you enough to overlook that, and most men wouldn't be as understanding."

William raised her chin and waited for her to meet his eyes. "He has promised to acknowledge any child you may be bearing as his own, and to raise it with dignity. Your baby will be accepted into society and have all the advantages to which it is entitled."

Karina abruptly rose and went to the window to stare out into the black night, as she wrung her hands in agitation. Her mind rebelled at her father's words. "Papa, I can't marry Lord Rawlins. I hate him, I always have! He is the man who killed Richard, and I will never forgive him."

William came to stand behind her and turned her around gently by her shoulders to face him. "Karina, he killed Lord Bryant not only to save your reputation, but to save my life. Had the man lived, I might have killed him myself for the things he did to you. Lord Rawlins loves you and would do anything for you!"

Karina shook her head vigorously. "No, Papa! simply can't marry Lord Rawlins!"

"Karina, you don't know how distraught he was when you disappeared. He has been working himself tirelessly trying to find you, and he never gave up hope. When we got word of your whereabouts, I couldn't have stopped him from reaching your side. He was determined to see you brought safely home. I am convinced that he loves you deeply, and even if you don't love him now, I hope that you can grow to love him over time." William saw Karina shaking her head, and his voice took on a stern note, and he spoke slowly. "Karina, you have to think about your child's welfare. Would you have your child, my grandchild, raised as a bastard?"

"No, but Papa . . ."

"No buts, Karina! You know that our family will gladly accept and love your child no matter how it was conceived, but society won't be so accepting. If you choose to raise your child alone, it will be shunned by those in polite society. If you bear a son, he will have no chance to attend a good school or rub shoulders with his peers as he should. And heaven forbid that you should bear an illegitimate daughter! She would have no chance whatsoever to find a suitable husband. You would be dooming your child to a life as an outcast, and that is not fair. Especially considering that there is a good, loving man waiting to claim the baby as his own and protect it from society's cruel judgement."

Karina moaned miserably and looked down at her hands. The tears flowed freely down her cheeks, as she realized that once again, she had very little choice in the matter. She would have to give herself in marriage to a man she hated, or cause great pain and shame for her child through her refusal. She couldn't bear the thought of her baby being labeled a bastard, and she knew society would be very cruel indeed in condemning both her and her child.

William waited patiently, as he sensed her resolve softening. Finally, he hugged her tightly against his chest and kissed her on the top of the head. "Karina, Stuart loves you very much. He has vowed to make you forget all the hurt that you have suffered." William leaned back to study her face. "I know it is hard for you to believe me, but sometimes love takes time to grow in a marriage. Stuart already loves you, and I am certain that the two of you will be very happy together."

Karina swallowed hard. She couldn't tell him that she would never be able to love another man. She had already given her heart to Richard, and although he hadn't returned her love, she couldn't turn away from his memory so easily. If she accepted Lord Rawlins' proposal, it would only be to spare her child from future pain.

Besides, she thought bitterly, the only man she would ever love was dead. If she had the option of waiting for him to return to her, she would wait forever. However, that was not going to happen now, and every day she delayed only made matters worse for her unborn child. As it was, she knew the well-bred matrons of society would whisper about her, and there would be much finger counting as they speculated on the date of her child's conception. It would be much better for everyone involved, if she agreed to a hasty marriage to Lord Rawlins.

She drew a shaky breath and released it as a long sigh. Regardless of the pain it caused her, she would do what was best for the child. Meeting her father's eyes, she spoke softly, so that he had to strain to hear the words.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 07



"You may tell Lord Rawlins that I accept his proposal. I will be his wife."

Her father squeezed her shoulders and nodded his approval. "You are doing the right thing Karina. You will see, everything will work out for the best."

Karina was not convinced, but she was already committed. "Please tell him that I wish to proceed with the wedding as quickly as possible." She met her father's astounded gaze. "There's no point in delaying. If Lord Rawlins is going to claim the child as his, we should act with haste."

Her father beamed and nodded his approval. "I will send a message to Stuart tonight." He gently caressed her cheek. "Tomorrow, you shall be a bride!"

Karina found no joy in the words, but she nodded and smiled tremulously as her father left her room. Once he was gone, she hung her head in abject despair. If she were not pregnant, she would have spent the rest of her life mourning the loss of her true love, but as it was, she had to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart and move on.

Her baby deserved the best life she could give it. Now that she had made the decision to marry Lord Rawlins, she would try her best to make him a good wife. If everything her father said about him was true, he deserved at least her loyalty, if not her heart.

**********

The wedding the next afternoon was a very small affair. William had arranged for a clergyman to come to his home, and the wedding was held in the ballroom, with only the family and a handful of servants in attendance. Though Karina looked pale, she was beautiful in her dress of white satin.

Karina felt as if she were somehow removed from the proceedings. She floated listlessly through the ceremony, replying dutifully in the affirmative when it was required of her. However, the best she could manage for her new husband was a weak smile, as he squeezed her ice cold hand reassuringly.

Almost before she knew it, the wedding was completed, and Stuart lifted her veil and kissed her warmly on the lips. She kept her eyes lowered, refusing to meet his stare. The combination of her nerves and the extremely tight dress conspired to leave her feeling very warm and slightly dizzy, and she was grateful to have her new husband's arm for support. She turned to receive a hug of congratulations from Elizabeth and then Mrs. White, before her father embraced her and kissed her cheek.

He whispered low beside her ear, "You're doing the right thing Karina. I'm very proud of you!"

Karina blinked back the tears that burned the backs of her eyes. She smiled weakly at him and nodded. She felt a sharp pang of regret over the way things were turning out, but she couldn't change them. She had resolved to make the best of her situation, even when her heart was breaking. Stuart led her into the dining room for their wedding breakfast. The cook had labored for most of the night to prepare the feast, but Karina could barely look at the food. Everyone else was in high spirits, and Karina did her best to appear happy.

Much sooner than she would have wished, the meal was over, and it was time for her to accompany Stuart to her new home. She bit her lip to stop it from trembling, as she was accompanied by Mrs. White to her room. Karina stood stiffly, while Mrs. White carefully undid the hooks and ties holding her wedding gown in place, and she helped her into a deep blue travelling gown of soft velvet. The shade exactly matched Karina's eyes, and she looked stunning in the dress.

Karina said her goodbyes to the servants and shared hugs and kisses with her father and Elizabeth. Her father raised her chin with his finger and smiled into her eyes.

"I love you, Karina. I know that Stuart loves you too, and I am sure he will be a good husband to you."

Karina nodded her acceptance and turned to let Stuart hand her into the waiting coach for the short ride to his home. She smiled and managed to keep her chin from trembling, as she gave her family one last wave. She watched forlornly out the window, until they had turned a corner, and her childhood home disappeared from view.

Releasing a sigh, she settled back against the cushion of the seat beside her new husband. He placed a hand possessively on her knee, and she looked up to see him smiling at her warmly.

"Are you alright Karina? You have been very quiet this afternoon." His tone was very solicitous as he watched her closely.

"Yes, I'm fine," she murmured with a small smile. "I am just tired from all the activity over the past few days."

She looked down at her hands folded primly in her lap. She was dreading the coming night alone with Stuart, and she swallowed hard to remove the lump in her throat.

Stuart sensed her unease, and he mentally grinned as he looked down at her. He was going to enjoy educating her in the duties of being his wife. His fingers lightly fondled her leg, traveling a bit too far up her inner thigh for propriety, and he watched as a vivid blush spread over her cheeks and he felt her leg stiffen beneath his hand. She squirmed slightly beside him but made no protest. He gloated silently. She would do more than squirm tonight! She would be begging for mercy before he was done with her.



Sweet Revenge Ch. 08



Author's note: I placed this chapter in the BDSM category for good reason. The graphic nature of this part of my story is not for the faint of heart. For those who have been following this story, you already know that Karina's new husband is an evil, sadistic, depraved bastard. Therefore, PLEASE, do not read this chapter if you do not want to read about unpleasant things. Poor Karina is going to suffer, so if you don't have the stomach for it, please just skip this installment.

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The coach arrived at Lord Rawlins' home, and Karina breathed a small sigh of relief. Stuart had continued his fondling throughout the ride, growing increasingly bold in his handling of her. It was almost as if he enjoyed her discomfort, she thought bitterly, but she quickly dismissed the thought. Surely, her new husband didn't realize how much his touch disturbed her. A footman quickly appeared to fold down the step and open the door for them.

Stuart stepped down and turned to lend his assistance to Karina. As she stepped from the carriage, she got her first glimpse of her new home. It was very elegant. Grey stone walls rose proudly, and a multitude of leaded windows winked at her in the late morning sun. Carefully groomed gardens surrounded the structure, and walkways were interspersed throughout the grounds, inviting one to explore.

Stuart led her into the foyer, and her eyes quickly swept the marbled floor and the grand staircase leading to the second level of the house. A long hallway traveled the length of the house, and several rooms branched off from it, including a formal sitting room, a study, a library, a music room, and a dining room. The furnishings and décor were very tasteful, but the house was lacking warmth. Karina's attention returned to Stuart, as she realized he was addressing her.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Her husband gave her a charming smile. "I was saying that there will be plenty of time tomorrow for you to meet the staff and have a tour of your new home. But for this afternoon, I want you all to myself."

Karina's mind raced in panic. It wasn't even noon yet! "But Stuart," she stammered. "It's very early! What will the servants think?"

Stuart laughed. "They will think, my dear, that I am your eager husband, and that I can't wait to be alone with you to exercise my marital rights. And, of course, they will be right." The look he gave her was full of meaning, and she blushed.

Karina had already made up her mind to accept this marriage and to behave as a proper wife. She might not be able to love her husband, but she was determined to perform her duties as his wife.

At least she was no longer a virgin. She knew what to expect in their bed, and she would try her best to please him. She only hoped she could avoid shuddering every time he touched her. She took a shaky breath and mounted the stairs in silence, her husband's hand firmly guiding her at the small of her back. Stuart led her through her own bedroom, briefly drawing her attention to her trunks that had arrived earlier in the day.

"Sophie has been assigned as your personal maid, and she will unpack all of your things tomorrow," he informed her, as he led her through a dressing room that connected her room to his. "For today, I've instructed the servants that we are not to be disturbed."

They entered his bedroom, and Karina's attention was riveted to the massive bed that dominated the room. The sheets had been turned down invitingly, and Karina's face paled even further. She had anticipated having several more hours to mentally prepare before having to share her husband's bed. She desperately tried to stall for more time, as she turned to Stuart and placed a hand on his arm imploringly.

"I'm really quite tired from today's excitement. I was thinking that I could use a nap."

Stuart chuckled. "Oh, my dear. I really can't wait that long. As it is, I am eager to make love to you." He turned and took her in his arms, trapping her against his chest, as his eyes dropped to her breasts. "I have already waited an eternity to hold you like this and to know that you are mine."

He traced a long finger along the upper curves of her breast, dipping underneath the neckline to tease her nipple, as he grinned and watched her reaction. Karina blushed hotly and tried to subdue her rising panic. She glanced to the bed again and gave her husband a weak smile.

"Well, I should at least take a bath and prepare myself for you."

Stuart's eyes were alight with amusement, and he shook his head firmly. "No, I think you are quite prepared for what is to come. You may have a bath tomorrow."

He drew her closer, but Karina kept her hands between them and pushed lightly against his chest.

"Stuart," she implored, "at least let me put my nightgown on. Shouldn't you call Sophie and let her help me undress?"

Karina realized, as she said the words that it was obvious she was stalling, and she bit her bottom lip to stop it from trembling. Stuart threw his head back and laughed.

"My dear, we won't need Sophie's assistance to get you undressed, and you definitely won't need a nightgown. I intend to enjoy every inch of your luscious body without some prudish nightgown to hinder my pleasure."

Before she could respond, he swooped to place a searing kiss on her lips. Karina fought the urge to turn her face away from his kiss. His tongue parted her lips and invaded the cavity of her mouth, while she stood rigid but unresisting.

Karina couldn't help but compare this kiss to the ones she had experienced before. Richard's kisses had always sparked her passion, igniting an aching hunger in the pit of her belly. In contrast, her husband's kiss left her feeling cold with dread at what she knew was to come.

Stuart broke off from the kiss and gave her a leering smile, as his eyes swept her heaving bosom. "Darling," he purred, "would you care for some champagne?"

Karina nodded, glad for any diversion that might delay the inevitable. Stuart crossed to a nearby table, where a bottle of champagne sat chilling on ice. He poured two glasses and handed one to her. He toasted with her and drained his glass, while he watched her over the rim with a calculating gleam in his eyes. Karina had to hold her glass with both hands, to hide their trembling.

"Drink up, darling. The wine will calm you." Karina carefully sipped her champagne, hoping to make it last as long as possible.

Stuart turned away as he removed his coat and waistcoat and laid them over the back of a chair. He untied his cravat, carefully replacing the pin in a box on the dresser, before he unbuttoned his shirt and removed that as well. His boots and stockings were next, and he finally padded back to stand in front of Karina wearing only his trousers. Karina should have found him attractive, but she barely noticed his sculpted male beauty. He took the nearly full glass from her cold fingers and set it on a small table.

Karina started to protest, "But I haven't finished yet."

"I'm afraid I really can't wait any longer," Stuart purred. His smile was positively lecherous. "My dear, you are wearing too many clothes."

He stepped behind her to undo the buttons down the back of her dress. She clutched the soft fabric against her bosom, reluctant to part with her clothing. When he had released all the buttons, he separated the back of the gown and insistently tugged it from her stiff fingers to let it fall at her feet.

Karina stood trembling before him in her corset and undergarments, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She sensed rather than saw his gaze devour her trim figure from head to toe. He untied her pantalets and let them drop in a heap, then he loosened the ties of her corset and pushed it down over her hips.

Sunshine streamed through the windows, bathing her body in golden light. Stuart turned her to face the mirror. Through the delicate fabric of her chemise, she could clearly see her nipples and the small triangle of golden hair at the juncture of her thighs. Stuart stood behind her and grinned as he scanned her reflection. Did she imagine the strange light that had come into Stuart's eyes as he watched her?

Karina cringed with shame, and a heated blush suffused her cheeks. She couldn't meet his eyes. Stuart circled her with his arms and slowly unbuttoned her thin chemise, pausing to knead her breasts and belly with bold familiarity. When he finally had the garment opened, he brushed the straps off her shoulders and it floated to the floor. He sighed at the sight of her standing nearly naked before him.

"Take your stockings off for me," he said quietly.

Karina propped one foot on a nearby stool and began to slowly slide one garter down her long shapely leg, feeling self-conscious beneath his steady regard. She removed her stockings one by one and laid them over the back of a nearby chair. She fidgeted nervously from his lengthy inspection.

"Now, your hair. Let it down."

Karina bit her lip as she complied. She reached up and slowly removed the pins and the string of pearls that was wound through the shiny tresses. Her hair cascaded down her back, curling around her waist and buttocks and partially shielding her breasts from view. Stuart stood behind her for several more long moments simply looking at her, as her tension mounted.

When he finally moved, she jumped slightly, but she stilled as he came around to face her. He lifted her hair and flung it behind her shoulders, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze once again. Stuart reached out both hands and crudely seized her breasts, roughly pinching her nipples as he watched her expression change to uncertainty. Karina gasped and would have backed away from him, but he grasped her hip to hold her still for his pleasure. His fingers bit into the flesh of her hip, and his smile was cold as he continued to maul her breast.

"Please don't. You're hurting me," she winced.

Stuart tightened his grip on her hip and squeezed even harder on her breast. He watched the confusion in her eyes, as he twisted her nipple cruelly between his fingers, drawing a gasp of pain.

"Am I? I'm sorry. I guess I forgot to mention that I enjoy inflicting pain. You will have to get used to that."

Karina trembled beneath his merciless touch. Stuart finally tired of his torture, and he scooped her up and carried her to his bed. His eyes raked her lewdly. She couldn't hide the heated blush that rose to her cheeks. When he deposited her on the soft mattress, she reached to cover herself with the sheet, but he stopped her.

"Don't," he said sharply. "Lie back on the pillows." Karina slowly reclined on the bed, eyeing him nervously. "Open your legs," he demanded harshly. When she was slow to react, he reached out and yanked her knees apart. "Wide apart! I want to see your pussy. Show it to me."

Tears trembled on Karina's lashes as she opened her thighs as wide as she could. She waited tensely while he stared at her exposed pussy and slowly removed his trousers.

Stuart stretched out beside her and began to trail hot kisses over her face and neck. Karina squeezed her eyes tightly shut, as she thought about the times Richard had made love to her. Even when he had taken her virginity, he had been exceedingly gentle. Surely Stuart wouldn't hurt her, given his sworn love for her.

Stuart reached her breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Karina felt her skin crawl, as he laved the tip with his tongue. Suddenly, he pulled her nipple between his teeth and bit down viciously, nearly breaking the skin. Karina screamed in pain, and she tried to push his face away from her breasts. Stuart growled low and grabbed both of her hands and pinned them over her head in a vicelike grip. He held both of her hands down in one of his and slapped her across the face, whipping her head to one side. His expression was full of rage as he growled at her.

"Don't ever fight me Karina, or I will make things much worse for you. Remember your vows. As my wife, you are my property. I own you! You must obey my every command. Even your father has no authority to override my wishes. If you disobey me, I will punish you severely! Do you understand?" When she didn't immediately respond, he slapped her again, even harder than before. "Answer me!"

Karina stared up at him, with shock and fear evident in her eyes as she nodded. She had never been struck in her life, and she simply couldn't believe what was happening to her. Her breast was still hurting from his abuse, and her breath was lodged in her throat. What on earth had she gotten herself into, she thought wildly?

"Please," was all she could manage, as her eyes pleaded with him. She hated to beg, but she was quaking with fear. "Please don't hurt me."

Stuart looked down at her and his face gradually relaxed into a grin. He straddled her hips and continued to hold her hands above her head with one of his, while his other hand began to explore her lovely curves. Finally, he had her just where he wanted her, where he had dreamed about her. He was thoroughly enjoying her pain, and he meant to inflict much more before the night was over.

He kneaded her injured breast crudely, viciously twisting her nipple and watching as tears sprang to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks in rivulets. Pinned down by his superior weight and strength, she could do nothing to stop him, and a whimper escaped her before she bit her lip to still any other cries of pain.

Very slowly, he traced his hand down to the triangle of hair between her thighs, watching panic sweep across her delicate features. As his hands began to investigate her vulnerable flesh, Karina squeezed her eyes tightly shut and bit her bottom lip even harder to keep from crying out.

"Open your eyes and look at me, you little whore!" He roared the words just inches from her face, and Karina's eyes flew open as she shook with fear. "Look at me! I won't have you underneath me, while you are thinking of that bastard you bedded! You will look at me, while I enjoy your body! You are mine! Do you hear me? Mine!"

His voice sounded crazed, and Karina noticed that the strange light was burning brighter in his eyes. It was as if he had gone insane as he tortured her.

"Open your legs wide apart, whore."

Karina hated herself for complying with his demand, but she was too frightened to disobey. Tears welled in her eyes and flowed down her cheeks. He boldly probed her pussy, his fingers poking and clawing rather than stroking. He shoved her thighs further apart, and she lay tense but unresisting as he jammed his fingers inside her brutally. There was no moisture to lubricate his entry, and Karina's pussy began to burn. She couldn't suppress her flinches, and he smiled as he watched her face.

Her mind raced, trying to find an escape. She was completely at his mercy, in his home, where she didn't even know the servants. She knew she had no chance against his superior strength, even if she chose to struggle. She was terrified of angering him any more than he already was, and she held her breath to keep from crying out again. Even her father couldn't protect her now! She was Stuart's wife, and by law, he had the right to do as he wished with her.

Stuart knelt between her thighs and drove home, deep inside her. His cock was almost as large as Richard's had been, and Karina was very dry. She couldn't suppress a scream. She felt like she was being split apart.

The pain was much worse than when Richard had taken her virginity, and for the first time, she understood just how gentle he had been with her. Stuart stared coldly into her eyes, as over and over, he rammed into her, and he seemed possessed by rage as he brutalized her.

"Does it feel good, slut? Is this what your lover did with you?" he goaded her mercilessly. "Did he enjoy you as much as I am?"

Please God, let this end, her mind cried out. Karina was nearly at the breaking point, when spasms of pleasure finally racked Stuart's body. She felt his hot seed spurting inside her, and her stomach rebelled.

He had barely withdrawn from her, when she jumped from the bed and raced to the washbasin. She retched violently, her whole body shaking, and she finally became aware that her husband was laughing at her from the bed.

Karina reached for a cloth and washed her face before turning to meet his mocking regard. He scanned her body, and she looked down to see several bruises and teeth marks covering her tender flesh. She looked at him accusingly, hurt and surprise evident in her clear blue eyes, and he threw his head back and laughed.

"Don't worry, you will soon get used to my particular style of lovemaking."

Karina sincerely hoped she wouldn't. Stuart rose and stretched, while she remained rooted to the spot, watching him cautiously. He crossed to the table and poured himself a second glass of champagne which he drained in a single gulp. He poured yet another glass, and turned to watch her, as he sipped this one more slowly.

"Come here," he said. Karina refused to move, and his voice dropped to a menacing growl. "I said come here!"

Karina reluctantly crossed to within a few feet of him. He watched her through half-closed lids, as he drained the glass and set it on the table once more. He smiled as he thought how quickly she had changed from the haughty wench he had known to this frightened hare he saw before him. He reveled in the power he held over her, and he mentally rubbed his hands together for round two.

"All the way," he murmured almost pleasantly.

Karina swallowed convulsively but took the few remaining steps to close the distance between them. She stood close enough that her breasts almost grazed his chest when she breathed.

"That's better," he purred. He reached out a hand and lightly traced his finger around her injured nipple, watching her tense in fear. He rubbed his thumb across the battered peak, and an evil grin split his lips as he noticed her flinch in pain.

"Now, my dove. I will begin to show you how to bring me pleasure."

He could see her trembling. He traced one hand upward to her nape, and she looked up at him fearfully. Without warning, he tangled his fingers into her hair and yanked her against him. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she reached up to stop his hand, but he shook her violently by the hair. A cry of pain was wrenched from her, and her eyes were wild with terror.

"Come, my dear. You must learn what your husband enjoys."

He half dragged her to the massive bed, and pulled her by her hair up onto the mattress, before he fell back onto the pillows. Karina knelt, gasping in pain and panting as she eyed him fearfully. She started to scramble off the bed, but he caught her by the arm and yanked her back to the center of the mattress. He drew back a fist and hit her hard across the cheek. She screamed with terror.

When he reached for her again, she instinctively tried to pull away. Stuart drew back his arm and struck her hard across the face again, this time with the back of his hand. Karina shook her head to clear her vision, as a ringing started in her ears. She could taste blood in her mouth. She touched trembling fingers to her bottom lip and stared at them in shock as she saw her own blood covering her fingers.

Stuart's voice was almost pleasant as he admonished her. "I told you my dear, that I do not like to be disobeyed." He wound his hand into her hair once more and pulled her roughly against his chest, as his other hand grazed down her back to cup her buttocks firmly. "Now, where was I?" he mumbled. "Oh yes!"

He took her hand and slowly led her shaking fingers to his twitching cock. He placed her hand around him and closed his fingers over hers.

"Come now, Karina. Don't pretend you don't know how to pleasure a man. I'm sure you must have done this for your lover. Doesn't your husband deserve equal treatment?"




Sweet Revenge Ch. 08



Karina trembled, but she slowly began to stroke his flesh. Her eyes were downcast, and she cringed with shame, both from her memories and what her husband was forcing her to do.

"Look at me!" he commanded, and she did so.

He watched her, as she deftly stroked him, and he moaned in pleasure. Tears flowed freely down her face, mixing with the blood that dripped from her lip, but she kept her eyes glued on his, as he had demanded.

"You are such an apt pupil. I knew that beneath your haughty exterior, you were nothing but a filthy slut."

Karina's whole body was shaking, and it was evident from the gleam in his eyes that he was enjoying her torture. He tightened his fingers in her hair and pulled her face down to his as he plundered her mouth, causing her lip to bleed more profusely. Her eyes pleaded with him, but he merely chuckled. Grasping her once again by her hair, he dragged her face to his groin and smeared his erection in the blood and tears on her face.

"Suck it," he commanded sharply.

Karina reluctantly complied, gagging reflexively as he held her head steady and rammed his cock deep into her throat. She was sobbing uncontrollably as he forced her head up and down on his penis. His moans of ecstasy attested to the fact that he was truly enjoying the power he had over her. Karina tried not to breathe so she wouldn't smell him and be sick again.

After what seemed like an eternity, he swelled in her mouth. He groaned with pleasure and ground her face against him while he spurted into her throat. Karina swallowed convulsively, feeling an overwhelming urge to vomit again as she struggled to swallow fast enough. A small amount of his cum leaked out and dribbled down her chin. When his pleasurable spasms finally ended, Stuart lifted her by the hair and frowned at the tiny stream of creamy fluid.

"I'm afraid that you have made a mess, my dear. I shall have to punish you for that."

He gave her an evil smile and hauled her to her feet. Karina was trembling uncontrollably as Stuart made her kneel on the foot of the bed. He shoved her face down onto the sheets with her ass high in the air. He nudged the insides of her knees wide apart, and she felt horribly exposed and vulnerable, knowing that her ass and pussy were fully visible to him.

"If you move, or make so much as a whisper of sound, this will be much worse for you," Stuart purred, running his fingers down the crack of her bottom. "Have you ever been spanked before, Karina?"

His question caused Karina's whole body to tense with fear. Stuart saw her reaction and laughed as he went to fetch a belt from his wardrobe drawer.

"I thought not. It is obvious that your father has always spoiled you, and that's why you have become such a haughty bitch." Stuart folded the belt in two and wound the ends around his hand before he trailed the cool leather across Karina's exposed bottom. "I'm going to enjoy this, Karina. I've been waiting for this for an eternity."

Without warning, he brought the belt down across Karina's buttocks with a loud thwack. She screamed and squirmed, clamping her hands onto her burning bottom without thinking. She could feel a welt already beginning to rise on the tender flesh.

"Be still!" Stuart yanked her hands away and directed them back to the bed. "That will cost you an extra ten lashes, Karina. Now, you will remain silent and still for your punishment, do you understand?"

Karina was too shocked to answer him. He brought the belt down even harder across her bottom.

"Answer me!" he shouted.

"Yes," she gasped through teeth that were gritted against the pain and the urge to squirm.

Again, Stuart brought the belt down with force. "You will address me as sir. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

As Stuart began to whip her in earnest, Karina buried her face against the mattress to muffle her whimpers of pain. Her tears flowed freely and dripped onto the bed. Stuart lashed her with the belt, covering her entire bottom, the backs of her thighs, and even her pussy with fiendish strokes of the leather.

She felt faint by the time he was satisfied and tossed the belt aside. He ran his hands admiringly over her backside, squeezing the welts to exacerbate the pain and chuckling when Karina whimpered and flinched. He grasped her hips and entered her forcefully from behind with a satisfied grunt. Karina struggled not to gag, as he groaned with delight. She could taste her own blood and tears, and she teetered on the brink of insanity as he raped her yet again.

She had envisioned an unpleasant night, but she had never in her wildest dreams thought her new husband would be torturing her like this. He continued to ram into her for what seemed like eons, toying with her mercilessly, before he finally climaxed once again. He dug his fingers into her hips to hold her still as he poured himself inside her with delighted moans of pleasure. Karina shuddered from his guttural grunts and final thrusts, but this time, she managed not to vomit with revulsion.

Totally satisfied, Stuart collapsed upon the pillows, yanking her down beside him. He wound his fist into her hair and fell into a deep sleep almost immediately, as his new bride sobbed quietly at his side.

Karina's whole body quivered with pain. Her cheeks and lips throbbed, her nipples were mottled with dark bruises and tooth marks, her entire bottom felt like it was on fire, and the tender flesh of her pussy felt like it had been ripped apart from his chafing entry.

Karina lay perfectly still, not able to pull up the sheet to cover herself, because Stuart was lying on top of it. She couldn't even pull her hair away from him for fear of inciting more violence, and she lay shaking and terrified at his side. God help her, how was she going to survive this?

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It was impossible for Karina to sleep, acutely aware of every small move her husband made in the bed. She was almost afraid to breathe, for fear of awakening him. At some point, he disentangled his hand from her hair, and she managed to move to the far edge of the bed. She held her breath, as she touched her feet onto the floorboards, praying that they wouldn't creak beneath her weight. She was shivering from nervous shock and the slight chill that permeated the room, and she didn't have so much as a robe to cover her nakedness.

Keeping a cautious eye on Stuart, she tiptoed to the dressing room door and bit her trembling lip, as she eased it open. The door creaked softly, and Karina froze, her heart pounding against her ribcage. Stuart didn't even move in the large bed, and she released her breath in a soundless sigh.

She silently retreated through the door and closed it behind her. There was no key to lock it. She estimated it to be around two in the morning, and there were no sounds of activity in the house.

As quietly as possible, she groped her way through the darkened dressing room, bumping her knee into a low stool on the way, but managing to stifle her cry of pain. She located the door to her adjoining bedroom and slipped through it quickly. Again, she found that there was no key with which to lock the door. Small slivers of moonlight filtered through the curtains, providing the only light in the room. Karina stood for a moment, letting her eyes adjust to the dim light, before she made her way to a bedside table.

She located and lit a candle, and crossed quickly to one of her trunks. She frantically rifled through the contents, looking for a dress or robe that she could don without assistance. She finally managed to find a nightgown and a long, velvet robe with a high collar and long sleeves. It was the best she could do.

Karina slipped into the gown and robe and was immediately thankful for the robe's warmth. She looked further, until she found a pair of sturdy shoes, and she slipped them on her bare feet, buckling them as quickly as her trembling fingers would allow.

She blew out the candle, plunging the room into darkness again, and she waited a moment longer for her eyes to readjust, then she quietly made her way to the hallway door. She opened it just a crack and peeked out into the hall. There was no sign of activity, and she gave a silent prayer of thanks. Tiptoeing as quickly as she dared, she made her way past her husband's bedroom and toward the top of the stairs.

Her father's house was not very far away, and although it might take her an hour or more, she was sure she could reach there on foot. She made it as far as to the top of the stairs, and she nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard her husband's mocking voice from just behind her. She had been so sure he was sound asleep!

"Where are you going, my dear," he purred the words almost gently, but Karina wasn't fooled.

Her eyes darted nervously toward the stairs, and she gestured weakly. "I...um...I was going to get some warm milk. I couldn't sleep."

Stuart smiled and gripped her upper arm cruelly, as he dragged her back into his room. "We shall have to remedy that. I can't have you restless."

He closed the door with a definite click, and Karina's throat suddenly went dry with dread. He turned to her and raked her from head to toe, pausing for a long moment on her shoes. With a cold smile, he reached out and untied the belt of her robe and slid it off her trembling shoulders. He gripped the neckline of her filmy gown and split it all the way down the front in one rending tear. Karina screamed and tears sprang to her eyes, as she stared up at him in terror. He roughly yanked the remnants of the garment down her arms and let them float to the floor.

He looked down at her shoes and raised an eyebrow mockingly. "You won't be needing those shoes. Take them off," he said simply.

Karina complied, feeling like a terrible coward as she crouched naked before him to unbuckle the shoes. Finally, she managed to unfasten them with shaking fingers, and Stuart grasped her elbow and jerked her upright to face him once again.

"Karina, my dear, I don't like to be lied to," he whispered almost gently. "Don't ever try to escape from me again."

He stared intently into her eyes, before drawing back a fist to strike her. He hit her hard across the face, knocking her to the floor, and she screamed with pain.

"Please..."

"Did you think your father would protect you?" he asked softly. "It would be a pity if any harm came to him or that lovely little sister of yours because they were trying to keep you from your husband."

He kicked her in the side. Karina grunted in agony, and she began to sob as she stared up at him with terrorized eyes. He yanked her to her feet and shook her like a rag doll.

"Now, get back in my bed where you belong, slut!"

Karina hastily complied, feeling like the lowest coward. As her husband joined her in the bed, she wondered frantically where all her courage had gone. Stuart directed her onto her hands and knees on the bed and knelt behind her, lewdly caressing her buttocks as she trembled in fear. He retrieved a small bottle of scented oil from the bedside table and dribbled some in the crack of her bottom. When she felt him rubbing the oil around her anus, she panicked and tried to struggle.

"Please, don't..."

Stuart grabbed her by the hair and hit her several times until she was stunned into submission. Before she could recover her senses, he shoved his entire penis into her ass. Karina's scream of pain mixed with his loud grunt of satisfaction. He gripped her hips in a cruel hold and plunged in and out of her while she writhed in agony before him.

To avoid the pain, her mind groped for something to hang on to, and memories of Richard flowed through her panicked brain. She concentrated hard to fill in the details of her remembered images. As Stuart's groans and grunts filled her ears, she imagined that it was Richard filling her, stroking her, probing her, kissing her. She summoned all her mental power and managed to block out some of what Stuart did to her, and when he finally tensed and groaned his satisfaction, Karina clung to Richard's memory long after he had withdrawn from her quivering body.

At some point, Karina fell into an exhausted sleep, and her dreams were chaotic. It seemed like only a few moments had passed before she felt a firm shake on her shoulder. She opened her eyes, one of them so swollen, she could only see through a tiny slit, and looked up to see the smiling face of her husband, standing beside the bed.

He was fully dressed in an elegant suit. She jerked awake and scrambled as far as she could away from him. She looked like some wild creature he had captured. He chuckled with amusement and sat on the edge of the bed, watching his bride quivering in terror.

"What's the matter, darling? Didn't you sleep well?" He laughed aloud at his cruel jibe, as Karina remained mute.

He cocked his head to the side and assessed her battered features. Her left eye was darkly bruised and almost swollen shut, and her bottom lip was twice its normal size. Another large bruise mottled her right cheek, and there was a dark purple patch marring the perfection of her creamy jaw. In all, she looked like hell, and he clucked in disapproval.

"My dear, I hope you understand what I had to teach you last night. I hate to see you looking so...hideous. It detracts from my pleasure." An evil grin split his lips. "As long as you obey me and don't try to escape from me again, we won't need to repeat this lesson. Do you understand?" Karina gave him a small nod, and he smiled broadly. "Good. Now come here."

Karina's heart trembled in her breast, and though she desperately wanted to deny him, she couldn't find the courage. Swallowing hard, she cautiously scooted nearer on the bed. He reached out and gently pulled her the few remaining feet, holding her across his lap.

He swooped to claim her bruised lips, and she remained totally passive in his embrace, letting him kiss her while his hands skimmed over her breasts. He nudged her thighs apart and shoved two fingers inside her, using his thumb to flick her clit. If he was disappointed that her pussy wasn't wet, he didn't show it. When he finally raised his head and looked down at her, his smile was smug.

"You see? I can be gentle too." He touched her bruised cheek. "Now I can't have you going around looking like this. What would the servants think?" He gave a short laugh. "You will stay in my room until I give you permission to do otherwise, do you understand?" Again, Karina gave a hesitant nod. "Good. I have business to attend this morning, but I promise to hurry back as quickly as possible. I am going to lock you inside this room, but I will send Sophie up to assist you with your bath and bring your breakfast. When I return, I expect you to be naked and waiting in my bed. Is that clear?"

Karina nodded again. Stuart set her from him and rose to leave, pausing at the door. His smirk was elementally evil.

"I hope you won't try to disobey me. I would hate to have to give you another lesson in obedience." He smiled broadly and made his exit, locking the door behind him with a loud click.

Karina released the breath that she had been holding, and she began to tremble. She managed to stagger from the bed, every step an agony, and made her way to the mirror that stood in the corner of the room. She pushed her long hair back and surveyed her image in the glass. Her entire body was covered with bruises and scratches, and her face was nearly unrecognizable. She dropped to her knees, sobbing in absolute misery. She had never felt so hopeless, and if she had been able at that moment, she would have put an end to her own despair.

**********

The next few weeks seemed like an eternity for Karina. She was only a hollow shell of her former self. Stuart delighted in every humiliation and every terror he could concoct for her.

Karina learned very quickly not to fight him, as doing so only incited his anger and then her suffering was increased. She had almost no appetite, and what little sleep she managed to find was haunted by terrible nightmares.

Stuart kept her locked in their rooms until the damage to her face had completely healed, and after that first night, he was careful not to leave any bruises where anyone else could see them. The servants attributed Karina's seclusion to exhaustion from performing her wifely duties. There was much head wagging and gossiping among the servants, but they never guessed the true reason she never left her husband's bedroom.

Of course, her maid, Sophie, knew about the abuse she suffered. Sophie was a mousy young thing that always kept her eyes carefully averted, and she never commented on the bruises her mistress had. Karina sometimes wondered if the maid weren't more afraid of Stuart than she was.

Karina was only allowed to leave when her husband accompanied her. Her hope for escape diminished with each passing day, and even if she could have gotten away, she wasn't sure where she would go. She was afraid of what Stuart might do to her family if she went to them for sanctuary, and she knew the law would side with Stuart if he demanded her return.

As the days passed, she lost all confidence in her own abilities, and she was no longer the proud and poised woman she had been before. Instead, she was excessively quiet, speaking only when addressed and trying to go unnoticed whenever possible.

Stuart refused to let Karina see her father. On Stuart's orders, she sent her father a missive saying she needed time alone with her new husband to foster their relationship. She assured him in the letter that she was well and happy. Of course, Stuart read the letter before it was dispatched.

Stuart commissioned several new gowns for her, and they were scandalously designed. They were garments like a high priced courtesan would wear. The necklines were obscenely low cut, barely covering Karina's nipples. He refused to allow her to wear any undergarments, and her obvious unease over the indecency of the garments made him laugh.

Stuart enjoyed parading her before other men while they ogled her. He also delighted in openly fondling her in public, causing Karina to blush with shame. His lewd caresses, often in the middle of a crowded ballroom, drew the unwelcome interest of other men and the condemnation of other women. Karina knew, since she was dressed like a shameless harlot, that people assumed she enjoyed the attention.

After a month of marriage, Karina thought she had seen the depths of Stuart's depravity, but one night he managed to shock her yet again. Stuart had instructed her to oil her pussy, don an indecently revealing red silk gown and meet him in the library. When she arrived, Stuart was chatting with four other men, all of them dressed in formal evening attire and seated in a circle of comfortable leather chairs.

Karina came to an abrupt halt just inside the door. All five men turned to look at her, and she paled beneath their openly lustful gazes. Stuart grinned and crossed to place a proprietary arm around her waist.

"Karina, I believe you know all of our guests."

Indeed she did! Lord Kincaid, Lord Stewart, Lord Thurston, and Lord Malcolm were all well known to her. They were four of the most notorious womanizers in Cairo! She nodded hesitantly as they grinned at her.

Stuart closed the library doors and locked them with a loud click. He led Karina into the centre of the room and returned to his chair.

"Now gentlemen, as I was saying earlier, Karina has been well trained in how to please a man. She will do anything you ask of her. Isn't that right, Karina?" He looked up at her with an evil grin.

Karina felt faint, and she darted a panicked glance at the other men before sending an imploring look to her husband. "Stuart please..."

"Karina!" His voice was low and rife with warning. "Don't make me discipline you in front of our guests."




Sweet Revenge Ch. 08



Karina bent her head and began to cry quietly. Stuart was right, she had been well trained. Stuart's constant abuse had conditioned her to accede to any of his demands.

"Yes, sir," she whispered. She could hear the men chuckling.

"That's better," Stuart said, relaxing back into his chair. "Now undress for us and show these men what you have to offer. They have paid handsomely for the privilege of enjoying your body."

Serving as whore to these men went against her every belief and instinct, but Karina was too terrified of her husband to refuse. She slipped the sad excuse for a dress off her shoulders and reluctantly let it fall to the floor. Standing before them in only her stockings, garters and slippers, she tried to ignore the crude comments as the men admired her naked form. Noticing her slightly rounded belly, Lord Thurston laughed.

"It certainly didn't take you long to get her breeding, Rawlins!"

All five men laughed and Stuart nodded. "The little slut was ripe for my seed. She conceived practically on our wedding night, which is all the more reason I am willing to share her with you gentlemen. I already know she is pregnant with my child."

Catching her startled glance, Stuart motioned for her to kneel before him. When she had complied, he stroked her cheek as if she were a prized pet. "Karina, give these men a demonstration of your talents by sucking my cock."

With trembling fingers, Karina unfastened his trousers and withdrew his penis. It was already engorged, and a steady stream of precum oozed from its menacing tip. Without looking up, she opened her mouth and began to suck, mewling when he shoved his entire length deep into her throat. She knew what was expected, and she worked diligently to please him.

Karina cringed when she felt hands on her pussy and breasts, roughly handling her tender flesh. She cried quietly, wishing that she was dead. It came as no surprise to feel a penis nudging her opening, and she braced herself as Lord Kincaid shoved himself deep into her pussy. He gave a groan of pleasure and began to time his thrusts to match the bobbing movements of her head.

Stuart began spewing his seed into her mouth, and Karina distantly heard the men's murmurs of approval as she swallowed it down. Lord Kincaid was quick to follow, and he pumped a seemingly endless flow of his fluid deep inside her pussy as he moaned with delight. Karina couldn't suppress a shudder of revulsion.

Stuart lifted her chin until she met his eye. "Beg our guest to let you clean his cock," he said with a grin.

Lord Kincaid abruptly withdrew from her and stood grinning down at her as she turned and knelt before him. Her face was level with his cock. He slapped his semi-erect penis on her cheeks, and she whimpered. Casting a panicked glance around, she could see all the men had freed their own erections, and they were eagerly stroking their cocks as they watched her, obviously waiting for their turn.

Stuart startled Karina by striking her hard across her bottom with a riding crop. She yelped and began to cry in earnest.

"Beg him," Stuart demanded, landing another harsh blow with the crop.

"Please," Karina whispered, bowing in shame before Lord Kincaid. "Please allow me to clean your cock, sir."

"Louder!" Stuart barked with another sharp swing of the crop.

Karina gasped. "Please, sir," she wailed. "Please allow me the honor of cleaning your cock."

"Alright whore, but I want your husband to whip you while you work on cleaning me," Lord Kincaid said, causing the other men to laugh.

She closed her eyes and began sucking Lord Kincaid's penis as Lord Thurston shoved his own massive cock into her pussy and began pumping away. As both men fucked her brutally, Stuart tormented her with the crop, leaving painful welts all over her body. The other men called out encouragement, directing him to whip her breasts as well. She screamed as the crop rained blows across her sensitive nipples, thighs and even her pussy lips once Lord Thurston had withdrawn.

In desperation, Karina summoned memories of Richard to blot out what was happening to her. She clung to his memory like a shield, and it was her only island of comfort in a raging sea of abuse.

The orgy continued until the wee hours of the morning. Karina was unconscious by the time Stuart finally carried her naked, battered body upstairs and tucked her into bed. She was covered with welts from the riding crop they had liberally used on her, and her pussy, anus and breasts were raw.

*********

A week later, Karina knocked tentatively on the library door. Her husband had summoned her, and she was terrified that she was about to experience a repeat of her torture. She didn't know if she could survive another evening of entertaining her husband's friends.

Stuart called admittance, and she stepped inside the room with downcast eyes, closing the door behind her. She looked up and gasped at the scene taking place in the library.

Her husband lay reclining on the plush Oriental rug, while her maid Sophie straddled his hips. They were both completely naked and obviously in the middle of an intimate session. Sophie blushed hotly and would have scrambled off of him to reach for some covering, but Stuart held her firmly in place, forcing her to keep on riding his erection.

Karina averted her eyes and asked timidly, "You sent for me Stuart?"

Her husband smiled and reached up to pinch the young maid's small breasts, making her cry out with pain. He looked as relaxed as if he were discussing the weather rather than ravishing another woman in front of his wife.

"Yes, I did," he said casually, continuing with his cruel play. "As you can see, I'm quite busy with Sophie. I will have no need of you this evening, so please retire early without me. Even though I won't be joining you, I forbid you to wear anything to bed." His eyes never left Sophie, and his tone dismissed Karina as if she were a servant.

Karina felt a flood of relief as she quietly exited and returned to her room. James, Stuart's loyal valet followed her and locked her into her room. Karina collapsed onto the bed and smiled weakly in stunned surprise. It was the first real smile that had split her lips since her wedding day. Though it may be only a temporary respite, she was extremely thankful not to share Stuart's bed this evening.

Karina couldn't help but see the irony of her situation. Her husband obviously wanted to cause her pain by flaunting his infidelity. Instead, she felt only relief that his interest was otherwise engaged, albeit temporarily. She remembered her jealousy over Richard's interest in Samiya. It would have devastated her to see Richard making love to another woman, but she was more than happy to have Stuart dallying elsewhere.

Karina found some much needed sleep that night, and the next morning, Sophie appeared to help her dress. The maid couldn't meet her eyes, but Karina noticed a large bruise on her downcast cheek and several smaller ones along her arms. She finally understood why the girl had always been so skittish around her husband. He had obviously been amusing himself with her before his marriage, and he had simply resumed his old habits.

Karina felt a deep sympathy for the girl, who couldn't be more than eighteen. They were both innocent victims of Stuart's abuse. Karina reached out and caught Sophie's hand and gently squeezed it in sympathetic communication.

For once, Sophie met her eyes, her own opened wide in surprise. "I'm so sorry, Madam," she murmured, as a deep blush suffused her cheeks.

Karina gave her a sad smile. "I know, and I'm sorry that he hurt you. I know that you had no choice."

A sudden thought occurred to Karina, and for the first time in weeks, she felt a small glimmer of hope. Her mind raced to process the possibilities. Grasping Sophie's hand even tighter, she met the girl's confused gaze.

"Sophie, perhaps we can help one another." Karina held her breath to see her maid's reaction.

After only a moment's hesitation, Sophie relaxed a small bit and gave her a tremulous smile. "Do you think so, Madam? I would be willing to do anything...anything at all."



Sweet Revenge Ch. 09



Richard lay on his bed, staring grimly at the roof of his tent. A burning pain throbbed in his left shoulder where his wound was beginning to heal, but it didn't compare to the ache in his heart. His memories of the last two weeks were hazy, but he clearly remembered every detail of the day he had been shot.

Lord Rawlins had intended to kill him. It had been sheer luck that the bullet passed through Richard's shoulder rather than his heart. He had lost a lot of blood, but with Fatima and Samiya nursing him diligently night and day, he had survived. Now, he lay weak as a kitten on his bed, with nothing to think about except Karina.

Disbelief had been his first reaction to her betrayal. He had refused to accept that she had wanted Rawlins to kill him. However, the more Richard thought about that day, he had to admit that there was no way Rawlins could have known all the details of her abduction and her relationship with him unless Karina had told him.

That knowledge sliced through Richard's heart like a knife. He had been convinced that she loved him and wanted to stay with him. She must have been planning to leave him all along and had only been using her body to convince him that she cared for him. Karina was quite the little actress!

Denial was quickly replaced by anger, and that emotion simmered and festered in greater intensity with each passing day. What a fool he had been! He knew that his plans for revenge against William Sinclair had been a mistake. Richard had been directing his anger at the wrong man from the beginning. He had regretted his actions before, feeling a burden of guilt for having hurt Karina. Any guilt he suffered was long gone. Karina was a cold-hearted, deceitful, disloyal, insincere... 

Richard was jerked from his bitter contemplation by Amir poking his head inside the tent. His friend smiled warmly and came to stand over Richard.

"You are looking better with each passing day. I think you will live, my friend."

Richard smiled weakly and nodded. "You can't get rid of me that easily." His eyes scanned Amir's dusty clothing. "Do you have news of Karina?"

Amir sat beside the bed and frowned. "Yes, but you are not going to like the news I bring." He watched Richard carefully before continuing. "I did just as you requested. I contacted our men inside William Sinclair's house." He hesitated slightly and winced as he said the next words. "I'm sorry to tell you Rashid, but Karina was married to Lord Rawlins the day after her return to Cairo."

"What!" Richard roared the word as he tried to sit upright on the bed. His sudden movement caused shards of pain to rip through is shoulder, and he couldn't suppress a groan of agony. He didn't know which hurt worse, the wound in his shoulder, or the burning ache in his heart.

While Richard had been stewing over Karina's betrayal for the past two weeks, he had been secretly hoping that he would hear some news to prove that she had not really turned her back on him so coldly. The news that she had married another man the very day after she had ordered him killed left him little doubt about her true feelings. She couldn't have done something so heartless if she had any feelings for him. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and swallowed against the pain in his heart.

Amir placed a hand on his uninjured shoulder. "Easy, my friend. Reopening your wound won't change matters." He gave Richard a stern look before resuming his report. "It seems the newlyweds are exceedingly happy together. They have attended social gatherings on several occasions. From all accounts, her husband dotes on her. Rumor has it, he is so enamored with her that he bought her an entire new wardrobe." Amir cleared his throat nervously. "Their servants whisper about how much time they spend alone in his bedroom. Apparently, Karina hasn't even been to visit her father since her marriage. She sent him a note saying that she needed time alone with her new husband." Amir raised one disgusted eyebrow, waiting for his friend's reaction to that bit of news.

The thought of Karina in another man's bed tore at Richard's gut. The speed with which she had married was bad enough. Hearing news of what an eager bride she was felt like rubbing salt into an open wound. Richard's eyes burned with both pain and fury. When he spoke, his voice was a savage growl.

"I want you to plant several men in and around Rawlins' home. I want to know every detail of Karina's daily routine, where she goes, what she does, what she wears, everything!"

Amir watched him worriedly. "What are you planning Rashid?"

Richard looked at him, and the deadly gleam in his eyes made the Amir more than a little apprehensive. "I am planning to ensure that Rawlins pays for everything he has done."

Amir nodded grimly. "What about Karina?"

Richard gritted his teeth. "She carries my child. I won't let her take my child from me. As for Karina..." Richard paused for several moments as he struggled to swallow the lump in his throat. "Karina no longer has a place in my life."

Richard turned away, effectively dismissing Amir. When the other man had left, Richard squeezed his eyes tightly shut. He felt utterly empty, and for the first time, he almost wished Rawlins' aim had been better.

**********

Over the next four weeks, Richard drove himself at a frenzied pace to regain his former strength. He was obsessed by his need for revenge, and he knew that he had to completely recover before he could carry out his plans. At first, his progress was very slow. Even small tasks were difficult or impossible. With grim determination, he gradually made progress until Fatima declared him fully recovered.

While his days were filled with physical activity, his nights were pure hell. He spent countless hours alone in his bed, staring into the darkness and thinking of Karina. Part of him hated her and only wanted to punish her for everything she had done. But another part, the part that he tried desperately to quash, longed for her. His body craved the feel of her soft curves, and he remembered her clean womanly scent. Her image was burned on his brain. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. He remembered every nuance of her expressions, from anger to passion to loving tenderness. At least he had been fooled into thinking it was loving tenderness.

Richard longed for more than just Karina's body. He yearned for her sweet companionship, although he now knew that too had been a facade. He missed the time they had spent together, talking and laughing. He missed the joy she had brought to his life.

He tried to concentrate on how he was going to punish her. However, every night, when he slept, Richard's mind would relax, and Karina the seductress would haunt his dreams. He often woke in the middle of the night, heavily aroused and longing to possess her, only to remember that her place beside him was cold and empty. He would squeeze his eyes tightly shut and try to resume his dream rather than face reality without Karina.

During Richard's recovery, Samiya worked hard to instill herself into his heart. She tirelessly nursed him back to health, and she gave him gentle, healing massages after he had worked his body to the point of exhaustion. Richard appreciated her efforts, but she failed to stir his emotions.

One evening, Samiya followed Richard back to his tent after dinner. He heard her enter the tent, and he turned as she approached with a seductive sway of her hips. She stopped a few feet away, and without a word, she slipped her dress off her shoulders. She stood naked before him, but the sight of her left him cold.

"Samiya, please don't. I want to be alone right now," Richard said, frowning slightly.

"Let me love you," she whispered, as she wound her arms around his neck and pressed her body wantonly to his. "I know you have been thinking of Karina, and how she betrayed you. She didn't love you, but I do. I only want to make you happy." She stretched up and kissed him warmly on the lips.

At first, he fought the urge to return her kiss, but why shouldn't he take everything she offered? It was better than spending countless nights in frustrated agony. Karina had betrayed him. There was no reason to be faithful to her memory.

Richard cupped Samiya's buttocks in his hands and returned her kiss, letting his pent up longing and frustration flow into the exchange. He kneaded her breasts and trailed hot kisses down her throat. He found her nipple and suckled as if he were a starving man, only distantly hearing her delighted moans.

Samiya quickly divested him of his clothes, and they stretched out on his bed. Richard tried to enjoy the sensations as she worshipped his body. She was, after all, a very beautiful woman. He should be enjoying the sight and feel of her, but his emotions remain stubbornly detached. She gripped his cock and spread kisses over his chest as she stroked him. He held his breath, feeling the physical tension build.

Samiya's cloying kisses began to take a toll on his patience, and Richard felt an urgency to be done with it. He rolled her beneath him and plunged into her welcoming heat. Samiya clasped him to her, whispering eager words of encouragement as he rode her. It wasn't long before she climaxed, moaning softly as her pussy contracted around him. He closed his eyes and sped up his pace, plundering her body with deep, desperate strokes. Still, his fulfillment remained just out of reach.

Frustrated and angry, Richard snatched his eyes open and abruptly withdrew from Samiya. The fact that he felt guilty only increased his hatred for Karina. He groaned and rose from the bed.

Samiya frowned up at him. "What is the matter? Why did you stop?"

"I can't do this, Samiya. I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't..."

"Shh," she whispered, gripping his thighs as she knelt before him. "Your wound has weakened you. Don't worry, I will help you."

She trailed kisses over his belly and guided his cock into her mouth with a soft moan. Richard watched her, a frown creasing his forehead. Why couldn't he relax and enjoy this? He closed his eyes once again and surrendered to Samiya's insistent touch.

She relentlessly worked to please him, licking and stroking, sucking and moaning. He tried to blot out the memory of Karina ministering to him in just the same way, but it persisted. He felt his body responding once again, and he groaned, desperately needing relief.

He gripped Samiya's head and thrust into her mouth like a man possessed. She made no protest, scrambling to accommodate his increasingly forceful strokes as he used her roughly. The tip of his cock rammed the back of her throat with every thrust, and Samiya could barely breathe. Just as Richard climaxed, a vision of Karina appeared in his mind. Her eyes looked accusingly at him as he poured himself into Samiya's eager mouth.

When his last contractions ended, Richard released his grip on Samiya's head and pushed her away. His body felt relief, but there was no sense of peaceful contentment.

"Please go," he muttered, turning away from Samiya.

She eyed him uncertainly. His coldness was disappointing, but she was pleased that he had allowed her as many liberties as he had. She felt certain that, given more time, she would be able make him forget about Karina. Samiya reluctantly dressed and slipped out of the tent.

Richard's thoughts returned to Karina, as he ground his teeth in frustration. He pictured her beauty, and his relief was short lived. The blood pounded through his loins, and his erection grew hard and throbbing, once again aching for release.

Richard tried to avoid picturing Karina in another man's bed, but his cruel mind was determined to dwell on the images. He imagined Rawlins stroking her breasts and thighs and eliciting moans of pleasure from her luscious lips. He wondered how many times she had knelt before her husband just as Samiya had done tonight. He closed his eyes and could see Karina, every detail clear in his mind. He saw her succulent breasts, her delicate pink nipples puckered into tight buds, her tiny waist, her gently rounded hips, her soft thighs flung wide, her sweet pussy glistening with her arousal. Worst of all, he envisioned her with her face alight with passion and her legs wrapped around her husband's waist as he plunged into her again and again and again...

Richard released an anguished groan. How he hated her.

**********

When Richard was fit enough to proceed with his plans, he called Amir and Fatima to his tent. He waited until they were seated on either side of him.

"I am leaving tomorrow for Cairo. I won't be returning to you for a very long time." They both looked at him in surprise, but he held up a hand to stifle their protests. "My mind is made up, so there is no point in trying to dissuade me. This is something I must do."

"What are you planning," Fatima asked quietly.

"I will not involve you in my plans. I intend to ensure that the villagers will not suffer from my actions. I will be returning to England rather than here." He looked at Amir. "You must take over as Sheik." Amir was shaking his head and would have argued, but Richard continued. "I trust you, and the villagers trust you. I know you will do a good job."

Fatima gave a deep sigh of resignation. "While I am not happy about your plan, I understand. I will pray that you are safe, and that you can find some small bit of happiness."

She looked into his eyes and her own sparkled with unshed tears. She reached out to squeeze his arm and then left the tent. Amir watched her go before turning back to Richard.

"I will do as you say, but I would rather go with you into Cairo. Why must you go alone? Let me go with you, to protect your back. Then, I can return here after I am assured that you are safe."

Richard shook his head firmly. "No, I will be careful." He smiled grimly at his friend. "I have sworn to raise my child. I have no intention of leaving it without a father."

Finally, Amir nodded slightly and rose to leave. "Then, I wish you well, my friend. Allah go with you." He turned and left quietly.

Richard sank onto his bed with a weary sigh. He had planned everything in detail. He would kill Rawlins and abduct Karina. He intended to keep her only until she delivered his child, then he would reject her as completely as she had rejected him.

His plan brought him no joy. He had glimpsed true happiness during his time with Karina. All he could hope for now was to raise his child, showering it with all the love and devotion that he had wanted to give Karina. What became of her after she delivered his child was no longer his concern.

**********

Two days later, Karina sat on the stool in front of her dressing table, fidgeting nervously. She glanced at the clock for the tenth time in as many minutes. It was almost time. Finally, she had a chance at freedom!

Karina checked her appearance. The woman who looked back at her from the mirror was extremely pale, and wide blue eyes looked out from behind sooty black lashes. Her face had been skillfully powdered to disguise the dark circles under her eyes, but she looked very fragile.

Her eyes dropped to her décolletage, and she frowned in displeasure. Despite her best efforts to rearrange the neckline, she could see the edges of her pink nipples peeking out of the dress. Stuart had destroyed all of her modestly designed gowns, so this hideous dress was the best she could do. She would have to make sure to keep her cloak fastened tightly if she wanted to preserve any modesty at all.

Karina and Sophie had carefully planned their escape. Sophie managed to find a ship that could carry them both to England. Karina gave her a diamond necklace and earrings to pawn, and Sophie used the money to purchase their tickets. They would be leaving with the early morning tide.

Sophie had purchased a sleeping tonic, and she was supposed to slip some into the soup that was to be served with dinner. With any luck at all, Stuart and his entire staff of servants would sleep soundly through the night. By the time the household roused, the Karina and Sophie would be on their way to England and safety!

Unfortunately, Stuart had ordered Karina to eat supper alone in her room. She had no idea whether Stuart and the staff had eaten the soup. This waiting was killing her.

Karina went over the details of their plan for the thousandth time, looking for any flaw. She would be able to stay with her aunt until she could get word to her father. She knew one way or another, her family would protect her from Stuart, but she had to put some distance between herself and her husband first.

Karina glanced at the clock yet again. What was keeping Sophie? The maid was going to come for her once she had verified that the servants were all asleep. Sophie would steal the key from that weasel James, and she would release Karina from her prison. Karina closed her eyes and prayed that everything would go according to plan.

*********

Richard slipped into the Rawlins' house and made his way through the darkened study. His instincts were leaping. The house was too quiet.

He opened the door to the hallway and peeked through the crack. He strained to listen, but the only sound he heard was the ticking of the grandfather clock in the foyer. Where were all the servants?

He crept up the stairs to the master bedroom and tried the door. It was locked. Stealing a quick glance around him, Richard knelt and worked on the lock. It released with a soft click, and he cautiously peeked inside.

He tensed when he saw Stuart Rawlins lying sprawled on the bed. With another quick glance behind him, Richard slipped into the room and went to stand beside the bed. Stuart lay asleep on the bed, breathing deeply. At least he was alone, Richard thought with relief. He had expected to find Karina in bed with the bastard!

Richard eased his sword free and poked Stuart's chest. "Wake up," he growled.

Stuart didn't move except to snuggle deeper into the mattress. Richard gave him a harder poke with the sword.

"Wake up, Rawlins. It's time to pay for your sins."

There was still no response. Great! Richard finally had the opportunity to kill the bastard and he was asleep! This wasn't in the plan. He had planned to confront Rawlins and make him pay. Of course, he would give Rawlins the opportunity to defend himself, not that the bastard deserved it. Richard was actually looking forward to the duel. He wanted to watch Karina's face while he carved her husband into bloody bits!

He poked Stuart's chest even harder with the sword and was gratified to see a small drop of blood on the point of the sword. Still, the man didn't rouse. Richard frowned harshly. He couldn't wait around all night for the miserable coward to wake up. He had to get Karina out of the house before the servants were alerted to his presence.

Where was Karina? Richard had thought she would be with her husband. He made his way on silent feet through the dressing room and opened the connecting door a tiny crack. Ah, there she was! Richard stood watching her, trying to regain control over his breathing. He had remembered she was beautiful, but he was unprepared for the wave of longing that washed over him at the sight of her. It took him a few moments to collect his wits. Then he went to her, drawn against his will...

Karina felt a prickling along the nape of her neck. It was only because she was so nervous that she heard the faint sound of his footsteps in Stuart's room. He must not have eaten the soup! Now what was she going to do?

Karina sensed that she was being watched, and she dropped her eyes to her lap. She waited tensely as she heard her husband approach from behind. Her only option was to wait until he fell asleep on his own. She would hit him over the head and make her escape. Of course, that meant another night of torture, but with freedom just around the corner, she could endure it.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 09



She felt warm, strong fingers stroking her neck and slowly tracing the line of her jaw before dropping to her shoulder. She bit her bottom lip to still its trembling and sat perfectly still, not wishing to draw his disapproval. He toyed with her shoulder and then began a slow descent to her breasts. Karina closed her eyes and held her breath, bracing herself for the pain. Instead, he slipped his fingers inside her gown and gently rolled her nipple between his fingers.

At the tender caress, Karina cautiously stole a glimpse of his face. Her jaw dropped in amazement, as she looked into Richard's mocking gaze. The blood drained from her face. She felt like she had seen a ghost, but the hand that still caressed her breast was warm and very real. Karina gasped and spun to face him, as her heart beat joyfully in her chest.

"You're alive?" she whispered. "I don't believe it. I thought you were dead!"

Richard narrowed his eyes. "Much to your disappointment, I'm not dead."

"Disappointment?" Karina had never been so elated in her life. She slowly rose to her feet and reached out to tentatively touch his warm cheek just to reassure herself that he was indeed real and not some figment of her imagination.

Richard stood very still, as he watched her. It was a struggle to keep from pulling her into his arms and hugging her fiercely against him. He could imagine how her mind must be racing. She was surely trying to think of some way to excuse her actions, and he waited to see what she would come up with.

"I don't understand. They told me you were dead."

Suddenly, it began to register that Richard was very much alive, and Karina flung herself against him in joy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and showered kisses over his face. Richard stood perfectly still, fighting with his own demons as he felt her soft curves pressed against him. Her sweet scent wafted up to torture him, and he stiffened further, careful not to touch her with his hands. It began to register that Richard was not returning her embrace, and Karina drew back.

"Richard, what's the matter?"

He raised one eyebrow and looked at her, unable to resist letting his eyes drop to the enticing view of her bosom. She was so cool under pressure. If it didn't hurt so much to realize how calculating she was, he could almost admire her nerve. Instead of answering her question, he gripped her by the elbow and began to steer her toward her wardrobe.

"We don't have time to talk just now, my sweet. We really must be going. We can discuss this later."

He flung the doors wide and flicked through the clothes until he located a fur lined cloak of thick, blue velvet. He held it out for her.

"Put this on. I can't have you running around like that for everyone to see." As he said the words, his eyes raked her bosom again, and he frowned in disapproval. "You look like a prostitute in that dress, and we don't want to draw unnecessary attention."

Karina blushed hotly as she donned the cloak and clutched it over her breasts. She would have done anything he asked, as long as he planned to take her with him.

Karina suddenly remembered her plan to escape. She chewed her bottom lip and frowned. Where was Sophie? The fact that the maid hadn't returned meant that something must have gone wrong with their plan. She couldn't just leave her behind.

"Richard, wait!"

Richard clasped a hand over her mouth. He should have known she would make this difficult. Before Karina knew what he intended, Richard stuffed a gag in her mouth and tied it with a handkerchief in the back. When she looked like she might struggle, he tied her hands behind her back. He grabbed her elbow and towed her to the door. He quickly dispensed with the lock and paused to frown at her.

"Keep quiet," he warned.

He led her silently down the stairs, keeping to the shadows. Karina noticed that none of the servants were present in the hall to stop them, and she could only assume the sleeping tonic had worked. Still, she didn't see Sophie!

Richard whisked her out through a door in the study. He led her through some bushes to the alley. A dark coach was waiting a short distance away. Richard spoke softly to the driver. He handed Karina up and climbed in beside her as the coach lurched into motion. Freedom!

Some of the shock was beginning to wear off, and Karina squirmed and squealed. Richard waited until they had gone a few blocks before he untied her and removed the gag.

None of this made sense, given everything her father and Stuart had told her. If Richard had returned her to her father, why was he now intent on kidnapping her again? Karina had many questions, but her joy and relief overshadowed any concerns for the moment.

"Richard, I'm so very glad to see you!"

She flung herself across his lap as tears of joy sprang to her eyes. She stretched up to kiss him, and she felt wonderfully alive for the first time in weeks. He tasted so warm and strong, and her heart leapt with love.

Richard remained unresponsive for as long as he could before clutching her against him. Damn her for feeling so perfect in his arms! He gripped her jaw and held her still for a punishing kiss, exploring her mouth with angry lashes of his tongue.

Richard unfastened her cloak and pushed it off her shoulders. Karina moaned as he cupped her breast and kneaded the tender flesh. He easily plucked open her bodice, exposing her to his gaze. The interior of the coach was dark, and his eyes strained to see her beauty in the dimness. He brushed a thumb across one rigid peak before swooping to devour it.

Karina sucked in a ragged breath and arched her back. His tongue laved the sensitive tip, and she moaned. Moisture began to pool between her thighs, and she opened her eyes in wonder. She had begun to think that she could never respond to a man's caresses again.

Richard pulled her further across his lap and reached under the hem of her gown to run his hand up the inside of her leg. He traced the curves of her inner thigh, skimming over her silk stockings and lacy garters. He stroked the heated flesh of her pussy, loving the sloshing sound of his fingers on her moist lips. Her musky scent permeated the air, and he closed his eyes to savor it as he probed her dewy entrance with two broad fingers. God, she felt good in his arms!

He suddenly realized how quickly he had lost control, and he started to pull away. Karina whimpered and reached down to stroke him. Fire shot through his loins. She fumbled with the waistband of his trousers, and he couldn't bring himself to stop her.

Karina managed to undo the buttons and reached warm fingers in to stroke his aching erection. Richard groaned, and she reached up to catch the sound with her lips, as she caressed him. She pressed her naked breasts to his chest, wanton and willing.

Richard's cock throbbed painfully beneath her soft hand. He had no intention of denying himself the pleasure of taking her. Still, the fact that she was using her body again, trying to work her wiles on him, angered him even more. She wouldn't be so happy when she realized he was the one using her this time.

With rough hands, he pushed her dress off her shoulders and yanked it over her hips. Still, she showed no shame, as she writhed in his arms. If she was going to behave like a whore, he would treat her like one!

Richard lifted her to straddle his legs. Before he could move, Karina shifted and swiftly impaled herself, letting her eyelids drop in ecstasy as he filled her with his solid, pulsating heat. She opened her knees wide and rode him, rising and falling with the rhythm of the coach. Her breasts bounced delightfully, and Richard seized them in his hands. He slid lower on the seat, forcing her to grip the seat back for support. Her breasts dangled above him and he feasted.

With his teeth, tongue and lips, Richard tormented her tender nipples until they were swollen and throbbing, and he enjoyed the reacting spasms of her tight pussy. When he squeezed her buttocks, Karina sucked a breath in through gritted teeth. He ignored her discomfort and held her steady while he plundered her sweet heat, plowing into her with increasingly forceful strokes. She urged him on, using her legs to pull him even deeper inside.

Richard held out as long as he could before releasing his seed in relentless, pulsing waves. Karina released a hoarse scream, and she convulsed around him. The walls of her pussy clamped down to milk every drop from his cock. She collapsed onto his chest in a sweaty heap.

The sounds of the busy street outside registered in Richard's mind, and he grimaced in self-disgust. He had no self-control at all when it came to Karina, even though he knew her to be a lying, deceitful bitch!

He dumped her unceremoniously in the seat beside him. Karina lay stunned with her thighs spread and her pussy fully exposed. Even in the dim light of the coach, Richard could see his fluid oozing down the insides of her legs. He turned away from the sight and buttoned his pants.

"Get dressed, Karina! Unless, of course, you intend to parade around in the nude. We're almost there." He raked her naked body with a cold glance before turning away again.

Karina bit her trembling lip and quickly slipped her dress on. She didn't understand how Richard could be so passionate one moment and so cold the next. She blinked back tears as she buttoned her bodice and donned her cloak. He had never looked at her as if she were a whore until that moment. If he knew the things Stuart had forced her to do, Richard would really think the worst of her. She blushed with humiliation.

Richard surreptitiously watched her while he mentally thrashed himself. Damn her! How was he ever going to be able to punish her if he couldn't even keep his passion under control? It was clear from that dress that she enjoyed toying with men. His frown deepened, and Karina looked up at him uncertainly, nibbling at her bottom lip.

"Richard, I don't understand. You seem so angry. Why did you come for me?" When he refused to answer, she lifted a curtain and glanced out the window. They were nearing the docks. "Where are we going?"

Richard looked out his own window. "We are going to my ship, the Sea Falcon, and you are going to accompany me to my home in England." He turned to look at her through narrowed eyes. "You see, Karina, I won't let you keep me from my child. You won't escape from me again. Once the child is born, I will be more than happy to be rid of you."

Karina's eyes widened in surprise at hearing his hateful words. "Escape? What on earth are you talking about? You are the one who drugged me and brought me back to my father." Another thought occurred to her, and she glared at him. "You never said you were going to try to murder my father!"

Richard considered her coldly. "I'm not the murderer, Karina. You and your dear husband are the ones who tried to murder me, remember? How you must have relished the thought of having your betrothed kill me."

Karina's mind reeled in confusion. "What are you talking about? Why on earth would I want you killed?  I love you! I would never want any harm to come to you! I didn't know you were planning all along to send me back to my father, but even then, I wouldn't have wanted you killed." Karina shook her head slowly as she thought back to what had happened. "They told me that Stuart killed you to save my father's life. I didn't want to go on living when they told me you were dead!"

Richard watched her in amazement, as she protested with wide-eyed innocence. She really was a very talented actress! "Oh, now I understand." He leaned closer to her, until their faces were mere inches apart. His voice rose to an angry shout. "And you were so distraught with grief over my death that you married another man the very next day!"

His anger made Karina pale with dread, and she cringed in the corner of the seat. Weeks of abuse had taught her to be wary of anger, and she whimpered in fear. She ducked her head and instinctively tried to shield her face from any blows, as she squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the worst.

Richard's temper flared as he watched her. How dare she act as if he might strike her! He had never hurt her, even when he had taken her as his prisoner. He snorted in disgust and turned away.

"Don't worry Karina. Although you deserve to be thrashed, I am not going to do so."

Karina blushed with shame. He had always been exceedingly gentle to her, and she had no cause to assume he would hit her. However, Stuart's abuse had had an insidious effect on her. She slowly straightened and lowered her head.

The coach drew to a halt, and Richard lifted her down. She hesitated, thinking again about Sophie.

"Wait! I can't just leave with you, I have to..."

Richard cut her off with an impatient slash of his hand. He roughly grasped her arm and hauled her up the gangplank to his ship. As she scurried along beside him, he growled down at her. 

"You have no choice in the matter. I am the one who will make the decisions. You will do as you are told."

Karina dug in her heels and struggled against him. "Wait!" When he turned to face her, she gave him a pleading look. "I will gladly go with you, but you must send someone back for my maid, Sophie. Please!"

Richard rolled his eyes. "You will have no need for a maid at sea, and once we reach my home, you will have a new maid."

When he would have turned away again, Karina started to cry. She dropped to her knees. "Please, Richard," she whispered humbly. "I'll do anything you ask. But please send someone for Sophie. Please, I beg you."

Richard had never seen Karina act like this. She had never begged him for anything, and the sight of her so humbled before him was disconcerting.

"Stand up," he said harshly, hauling her to her feet. She was crying profusely. Richard heaved a sigh and turned away, irritated with himself for letting her tears have any effect on him.

"Wait here and don't move," he ordered. Karina heaved a sigh of relief.

Richard sought out two of the crewmen and dispatched them to fetch the maid. He urged them to hurry. They had less than an hour if they were going to catch the morning tide. Richard instructed the captain to set sail as soon as the men returned.

With that, Richard turned on his heel and steered Karina down the companionway to his cabin. He thrust her inside and closed the door firmly behind him. He stood leaning against the door, while he watched her.

God, she looked beautiful! How could she be so manipulative when she had the face of an angel?

Karina barely noticed her surroundings as she wandered around the spacious cabin. Her mind was busy trying to figure out what had happened. Obviously, Stuart and her father had lied to her, but trying to sort out the lies from the truth was proving difficult.

"I hope you find the accommodations to your liking," Richard drawled, his voice heavy with sarcasm.

Karina firmed her jaw, determined to get some answers. "The accommodations are fine. It is all your accusations that are bothering me. I would like some answers to my questions, if you don't mind. What exactly did you mean when you said I ordered you to be murdered?"

Richard narrowed his eyes and came toward her with feline grace. His emerald eyes were flashing in his bronzed face, and Karina gulped but stood her ground.

"Don't pretend you don't know! Your assassin was kind enough to fill me in on the details of your instructions before he shot me. While his intention was to murder me in cold blood, I managed to survive, and I have spent the past two months struggling to regain the use of my arm."

Karina blanched, and her eyes dropped to his broad shoulders. "I am immensely glad you didn't die. I don't understand why Stuart and my father told me that you were dead. They even showed me your scarf smeared with your blood as proof. I thought I would never see you again!"

Tears were shimmering in her eyes again, and Richard steeled himself not to react to her feminine wiles. "Your concern would be quite touching if it weren't for the fact that you married Stuart the following day. Obviously, you were distraught with grief!"

Karina frowned at his interpretations of her actions. She could understand how it must look to him. She had to explain what had happened.

"Richard, I only married Stuart to protect our baby. You have to understand, I thought you were dead, and I felt mostly dead inside too." She laughed bitterly. "You see, it really didn't matter whether I married or not, my heart would always be yours. But my father convinced me that it would be very cruel indeed to raise my child as a bastard, when Stuart was willing to marry me."

She looked away, thinking back on her decision. It had made sense at the time, but she could understand why Richard was so hurt by her hasty marriage. Karina looked at Richard with pain filled eyes.

"Besides, you didn't leave me a lot of choices when you abandoned me. Stuart was the only man who was still willing to marry me, even though you had told him every intimate detail about how I had served as your mistress!" Her words choked off as she stared at him.

Richard's frown darkened. "I never told him anything about us. I didn't get the chance with him holding a gun to my head."

"If he didn't hear it from you, then how did he know so much? I certainly didn't volunteer any information." She looked down again. "Anyway, the more I thought about it, I realized that I would be very selfish not to accept Stuart's proposal. There had already been a scandal regarding my disappearance. My options were to marry Stuart, even though I didn't love him or to raise my child alone and have it suffer from the stigma of being a bastard." She met Richard's stare and raised her chin a notch. "Stuart swore he loved me, and he promised to claim the child as his. I agreed to the hasty marriage so that it would at least be plausible that Stuart was the baby's father."

Karina blinked, shaking clear of her memories. She sighed and turned away, unable to bear the mocking anger she saw in Richard's steady gaze. "So, I married him. Of course, it was a terrible mistake, but by the time I realized that, it was too late. I was his wife." Her voice shook slightly, and she took a deep breath to calm her nerves. "I would give anything if I had the chance to do things differently. I should never have married Stuart."

Richard clapped his hands in mocking salute. "Bravo, Lady Rawlins," he stressed the title coldly.  "If I didn't already know what a consummate actress you are, I might have actually believed your little performance." His face hardened as he pinned her with a glare. "From what I hear, you and your husband are an extremely happy couple. In fact, you're the talk of Cairo, with all of polite society whispering about what a handsome couple you make. You've been seen numerous times at various social engagements, and I understand your husband dotes on you. According to your own servants, you spend an inordinate amount of time in your husband's bed, so I find it hard to believe that you feel your marriage was a mistake!"

He glared at her accusingly. He had finally caught her in an outright lie!

Karina shook her head to correct him. "Stuart has been careful to keep up appearances. It was only in private that he turned...hurtful." Her voice shook slightly. "For a while, I hated you for rejecting me."

She searched his eyes and suddenly remembered Samiya. Karina's own temper flared. How dare he question her motives, when it was him who had planned all along to dump her and marry another woman!

"If you hadn't rejected me, I would never have married Stuart, and..." she broke off, reluctant to admit how she had been abused. "Why did you do it? I thought you loved me!"

Her voice cracked with emotion as she stood looking up at him. Her bottom lip trembled and there was a wounded expression in her eyes. Even in his cynical frame of mind, Richard found her vulnerability to be disturbingly believable, and it tugged at his heartstrings.




Sweet Revenge Ch. 09



It was Richard's turn to look puzzled. "What are you talking about? I never rejected you! It was you who were planning to escape all along!"

They stood staring at each other, as each of them struggled to put the pieces together. "I never wanted to escape from you! You are the one who returned me to my father so you could marry Samiya. Stuart told me of your plans."

"What! If I wanted Samiya as my wife, I could have had her at any time. Hell, I could be with her now, but all I could think about was you!"

As soon as he said the words, he wanted to take them back, for the admission only increased her power over him. He stared at Karina, and was surprised to see a look of joyous wonder cross her features.

"You really don't want Samiya as your wife?" she asked tentatively. 

"No, of course not," he muttered. Then another thought struck him. "How the hell did Stuart know who Samiya was, or that she wanted to be my wife? I never told him anything."

Richard felt a cold lump in the pit of his stomach. He looked at Karina, as she stood frowning with confusion. He suddenly knew with certainty that they had both been duped, and he thought he knew by whom.

"You didn't order Rawlins to shoot me did you?"

Karina shook her head slowly as realization dawned on her face. "And you didn't choose Samiya over me or try to murder my father?"

"No, never," he murmured simply.

He was almost afraid to breathe and break the spell. The joy that he thought was gone forever began to flow back into his heart, as he realized that Karina hadn't betrayed him. He reached for her and drew her gently against him. They stood motionless, their eyes locked in silent understanding before he kissed her.

Warmth flowed through Karina's veins. Even though she was married to another man, she knew in her soul that nothing had ever been more right. Richard kissed her with an urgency that sent her heart soaring. He broke off from the kiss, and their eyes met and held as he backed her toward the bed. When she felt the mattress at the back of her knees, she sat down abruptly and scrambled over to make room for Richard.

He doffed his coat and waistcoat and joined her, stretching out beside her. He plucked the pins from her beautiful hair, as he spread molten kisses down her neck and over the tops of her breasts. He pulled her dress off and dropped it in a heap of rustling silk on the floor. He was thankful for the golden candlelight. He hadn't been able to appreciate the sight of her in the dim coach. Richard rose on an elbow to look at her and he froze, his eyes widening in shock.

Karina frowned with confusion. "Richard, what's the matter?" she asked uncertainly.

Richard sat up and lifted a candle from a nearby table. He held it high over her, as his frown sharpened. His eyes scanned her naked body in amazement, taking in the multitude of bruises that marred her creamy skin from breasts to ankles. Only her neck and face were free of mottled bruises in various stages of healing. Some were shaped like finger imprints, others like dark stripes. There was a large bruise on her left nipple that closely resembled bite marks. Richard looked at her in astonishment.

"What the hell happened to you?"

Karina felt a mortified blush spread up her neck and into her cheeks, and she looked away toward the nearby wall. Her voice was very small when she replied.

"Stuart was very...rough with me," she mumbled.

Richard grasped her chin and turned her to face him, as he waited for her to meet his eyes. When she finally did so, he asked carefully, "What do you mean rough? What exactly has he been doing to you?"

Karina couldn't bring herself to answer him, and she turned her face away again. She was deeply ashamed. She was afraid that if Richard knew about all the things that she had been forced to do, he might not want her anymore. Karina squirmed in embarrassment and tried to turn away.

Richard was determined to get answers, and he shook her lightly. "Karina, answer me! What did that bastard do to you?" His abrupt movement and impatient tone startled her, and Karina whimpered and flinched away.

Richard had never been so enraged, as he watched Karina quivering before him, covered in bruises. He finally realized why she reacted with fear anytime he handled her with the slightest bit of force. He remembered the way she had humbly begged him to fetch her maid. The pieces started to come together, and he snarled. He would strangle Stuart Rawlins with his bare hands!

Realizing that his anger was frightening her even more, Richard took a deep, steadying breath. His anger receded to be replaced by protective tenderness. He wanted to comfort her and soothe every hurt she had endured at her husband's cruel hands. Richard gathered her in his arms, and Karina melted against his warm chest. He stroked her back and kissed her gently on the temple. When he finally spoke, his voice was husky with emotion.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. Don't be afraid. You know I would never hurt you." He held her slightly away and cupped her cheeks between his palms, as he met her eyes. "Don't worry Karina. I won't let anyone hurt you again. I promise."

Her tears welled and spilled over her cheeks, but she gave him a tremulous smile. "I love you, Richard. I think I started to fall in love with you on that first night!"

Richard could see the sincerity in her eyes, and his heart swelled with joy. He bent and tenderly kissed her soft lips before replying. "I realized some time ago that I loved you. I was going to ask you to marry me, but then I lost you. I could barely function without you."

Karina's smile was positively radiant, and she stretched up eagerly to offer him her lips. He savored her response, still having difficulty believing that she was in his arms. He removed his clothing and joined her on the bed. He pressed her gently down on the pillows and began to spread kisses over her entire body.

Richard found every bruise and gently kissed it, and his tenderness brought tears to Karina's eyes. It was as if he wanted to erase every hurt that she had suffered. Her body responded to his touch with a passion that she had almost forgotten, and she gazed in wonder at his handsome face.

Richard carefully took her bruised nipple into his mouth and gently laved the tip with his tongue. Karina arched her back and moaned from the sheer pleasure of it.

"Don't ever leave me," he whispered. He realized that she had the power to make his life a heaven or a hell.

She smiled tenderly. "Richard, I will stay with you for as long as you want me. I love you." Her voice rang with quiet devotion.

He reclaimed her lips as he explored her body with increasingly bold caresses. The tension mounted until Karina was writhing on the bed. His fingers were buried inside her, but she needed more.

"Please, Richard!" She ground her pussy against his hand to punctuate her plea. "Please!"

The urgency in her tone stirred him to action, and he knelt between her outstretched thighs and drove home, deep inside her. He buried his face against her shoulder as shivers of pure ecstasy raced up his spine. She eagerly tilted her hips to take him even deeper inside as she clasped her legs around his waist.

He made love to her with deep, undulating strokes, luxuriating in her slick, velvety heat. She raked his back with her fingernails, and he grinned, thrusting even deeper inside her. She rewarded him with a heartfelt moan. He nudged against her womb with every stroke, and he growled with masculine satisfaction. Every thrust was a reclaiming. Thoughts of her with Stuart had tormented him for weeks. Richard would die before he would let Stuart get his hands on her again.

As if she needed to reassert her own claim on him, Karina teased him by rubbing her breasts against his chest. Richard cupped her proffered breast and suckled her nipple with greedy hunger. Her pussy clenched convulsively as she clutched his mouth to her breast. Richard slipped one hand between them to locate the nub of her arousal. He rammed home while he squeezed her clit and pulled hard on her nipple.

Karina screamed, and they crashed over the edge together. Richard hugged her to him, and they rode the waves of pleasure into the abyss. Nothing on earth mattered at that moment, except that they were together, and they were determined not to let anyone or anything come between them again. Somehow, Richard would find a way to keep her safe. He wasn't going to let her bastard of a husband get his hands on her again!