****** Revenge is a Dish Best Served Lustfully Hot by Hanley Strapmann ******
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Revenge is a Dish Best Served Lustfully Hot


Katherine looked up from the papers she held in her hand to the distressed
young man standing on the other side of her desk. His distress was obvious,
Katherine's joy was also obvious. She looked the paper over again. This was
what she had been seeking for so long; this was the last piece of the puzzle.
The "perfect" situation was only accentuated by the young man himself, the
perfect confederate to her plans, and, oh, what plans they were.

* * *

Carol took a delicate sip of tea and looked over her domain. The room had been
carefully planned by Carol to portray her as a lady of refinement. A grand
piano stood in one corner away from the elegant fireplace. Obscenely expensive
furniture was tastefully scattered through the room. Carol used this room often
to entertain the Atlanta elite. She had worked hard to develop her status
within these ranks and had only in the past two years earned an acceptable
position.

Carol heard the soft steps of the maid as she replaced the tea pot with a fresh
one. Carol wandered around the room sensing her importance. Not a touch of
scandal could be associated with her name; her society would not allow that. A
smile crept across her face when she remembered how another society woman had
fallen from the "A" list when it was learned that she simply did not attend the
"proper church". Served the bitch right thought Carol.

Discretely the maid placed the morning's mail on the side table and left. Carol
sauntered to the table and started to pick through the mail. There was the
usual bills, a few invitations to parties (some of which would be ignored as
they came from the "wrong" people), some fliers, but, what caught her eye was a
simple envelope marked "Personal- Carol Travis".

Delicately Carol opened the envelope and unfurled the letter. She read the
letter, fortunately there was a chair next to the table to catch Carol as she
slumped.

"Enclosed you will find a copy of your tax returns for last year. Note the
large deduction that you took for contributions to the church. I know you
didn't make these donations. Unless you want the IRS involved, you will do as
you are told. Come to room 214 of the Oak View Motel at 8:00 p.m. this
Wednesday to receive your punishment." The letter was unsigned.

Carol stared at the letter and the photocopy of her husband's tax return. "Good
God," she thought, "what a scandal. This is just the sort of thing that Ted
would do," she thought, "that cheap bastard."

It took a few minutes for the gravity of her personal situation to be realized.
A scandal with the IRS, and especially concerning the church, would surely
wreck her status. She would be lucky to be involved in any social activities at
all. She could kiss goodbye her hopes of getting into the Daughters of the
Confederacy. She was boxed in. Carol had no choice but to make the appointment
and see what the sender of the letter wanted. The sender probably was after
money, that was easy to get. Come Wednesday, she would solve this problem.

* * *

Tracy kicked off her running shoes and logged into her private e-mail. Robert,
her husband, was at his law office and would be there until six or seven. Tracy
was bored and was hoping that she would get some interesting e-mails.

She scanned past the SPAM and spotted exactly what she was hoping to find, Kay
had written. Kay and Tracy had started an affair almost six months ago. The two
of them were constantly trying to outdo the other with a new adventure almost
weekly.

"Perfect timing," mused Tracy as she opened the e-mail message: "Fun times
ahead, go to room 216 of the Oak View Motel on Wednesday. Don't be there until
8:45 p.m. so that things can be arranged. You will enjoy. Kay."

"You little minx," whispered Tracy, "I thought you were on vacation for two
weeks. You must be slipping back into town for this." Tracy deleted the message
so that Robert wouldn't accidentally find it; he definitely would not
understand Tracy's extra-martial relationship with Kay.

* * *

Carol parked her car a few blocks from the Oak View Motel so that no one would
see it. It would be very hard to explain her presence at the motel. Tongues
would wag.

Dressed in a tailored jogging suit and sunglasses (even at 8:00), Carol had
brought along her checkbook to make this matter go away. This would come out of
her own account, even though the problem was Ted's doing. "Well, he will pay,"
she thought as she found the room and knocked on the door a few minutes before
8:00. The door didn't immediately open and Carol looked around to see if anyone
was watching her.

The door opened and Carol stepped into the dim room, she was totally blind for
a moment and in that moment, the door was closed, locked, her hands were pulled
behind her and handcuffed. Too late she started to struggle, her sunglasses
flew from her face.

Strong hands grabbed her head and held it firm while another set of hands pried
open her mouth and pressed a ball gag into it. Once the ball gag was secured,
the two figures stepped away from her for a moment and Carol's eyes started to
adjust to the light. What she saw startled her even more than the abrupt
bondage that she had experienced. There were two figures, both dressed from
head to foot in tight black leather. The female of the two had spiked heels
which placed her slightly taller than Carol. A black leather mask completely
hid the female assailant's face; two piercing eyes watched Carol through slits
in the mask. Except for a slit at the mouth and one for the nose, the mask was
featureless and fit snugly to her face. A whip hung from the woman's waist.

The man, was identically dressed except that he was barefoot.

Carol wheeled and ran to the door. It was only when she got to the door that
she realized her hands were useless. The dead-bolt lock on the door was almost
shoulder level. She turned to face the leather clad man and woman. Carol
twisted her body and pointed to her purse on the floor hoping they would
realize that there was money in it. The woman kicked the purse into a corner.

Carol started to take stock of her assailants. The woman was extremely shapely.
Large well proportioned breasts, long shapely legs, and a tight ass. The man
wasn't much larger than the woman either in height or weight. In fact, if the
leather wasn't tight enough to show the broad shoulders and narrow waist, Carol
may have mistaken him for a woman. When he moved around behind Carol and pushed
her forward though, there was no mistaking the power he could exert. Carol flew
into the center of the room; when she straightened herself up, the man grabbed
her elbows from behind and held her firm.

Although the room was dimly lit, Carol saw the flash of light off a blade as
the female moved in front of her. Carol screamed into the ball gag to no affect
and the female slid the scissors down the neck of the jogging suit and cut it
completely down the front to expose Carol's lace bra. Slits up the sleeves and
the top fell away.

Carol twisted and squirmed in the man's grasp. In an instant, the woman took
the whip from her waist and slapped Carol across her thighs. The pain was
intense, causing Carol's knees to buckle. She would have fallen to the floor
except for the support that the man provided to her elbows.

Carol straightened up with tears in her eyes. The woman grasped the waist band
of the jogging suit and pulled it to Carol's ankles. "Step out of it," the
first words spoken by the woman. The sound was strained, perhaps caused by the
tension that the mask placed upon the woman's face and throat.

Carol hesitated and again the woman stuck her now exposed thighs with the whip.
This time though, it wasn't a single blow, but several. The pain raced through
Carol's body as the blows fell. Finally the attack stopped and Carol was able
to regain her footing. Without being asked, Carol stepped out of the jogging
suit.

Carol now stood naked except for her bra and panties. These too soon vanished
under the scissor action; Carol remained as a statue, not wanting to feel the
wrath of the whip. She now started to understand the word "punishment" from the
letter.

The woman now retrieved what appeared to be a padded child's bench. The top of
the bench was about eight inches wide and three feet long. The seat of the
bench was about twelve inches off the floor at one end and only about five
inches at the far end. The man now pushed Carol to her knees before the bench.

It was only now that Carol saw the red light from the video camera in the
corner. Everything was being recorded for history. Carol froze in fright at the
implications that the camera gave. This was not going to be a one time deal!

The man shoved Carol onto the bench. Once bent over the bench, Carol's ass
stuck into the air with her face almost on the floor. The man pressed down on
her shoulders as the woman removed the handcuffs. Each hand was then attached
to the legs of the bench. The man removed the pressure on Carol's shoulders;
she found that tied this way, she could raise her chest only slightly from the
bench's top.

Carol could feel the cool air of the room against her pussy and asshole. She
started to move her knees together when they were jerked apart and a spreader
secured between her knees. Her knees were now permanently spread. The final
action was tying Carol's knees to the legs of the bench.

Carol's pussy was not fully exposed. The man moved behind her and jammed his
leather clad glove into her. "Damn, she's so wet!" he said hoarsely. Carol
realized that her body was reacting to all that was happening.

"God," she thought, "I'm going to be raped here on video tape." Carol was
resigning herself to her fate when she heard some soft foot steps behind her.
She raised her head and looked back across her raised ass to see what had
entered the room. Her eyes bulged at the sight of a very large German Shepherd.
Scream upon scream was muffled by her ball gag. She twisted and fought her
bonds.

The female again applied the whip to Carol. This time to her stretched ass
cheeks. One, two, three, then countless times the whip seared across her butt
until Carol stopped moving to accept her ultimate "punishment".

When Carol was sufficiently stilled, the woman smeared something over and into
Carol's pussy. The woman's touch felt soothing and Carol thought it might be a
lotion to settle the burning. Carol's nose though identified the cream as
peanut butter. She realized this latest assault was only in preparation of the
dog.

It wasn't long before the dog's cold nose edged its way between her cheeks.
Carol tensed trying to deny entry. The dog's tongue lashed out against Carol's
pussy lapping at the peanut butter. The rough tongue moved up and down her slit
seeking out the prized peanut butter. A few swipes swung around Carol's asshole
sending conflicting messages to Carol's frenzied brain.

"What was happening, I'm being licked by a dog and I'm not sure if I want it to
stop or not. Am I a pervert?" the question raced through her brain.

When the dog's tongue brushed against her clit and then entered her cunt, it
was too much for Carol, her body took over. She started rocking and raising to
ass as much as she could to savor all. The rough tongue took swipe and swipe in
her; Carol's eyes closed and she abandoned all hope of resisting the urges that
were washing over her body.

As the dog's tongue lashed over her clit, Carol had her first star studded
orgasm. The dog's licking increased which drove her into a second and then a
third. Ted had never brought Carol this far.

The dog's licking stopped and Carol prayed it would start again. When she felt
the paw on her back, she knew what the dog had in mind. One part of her didn't
want this to happen, another part thought she would die of frustration if the
dog didn't fuck her.

The dog's prick jabbed at her several times. Carol moved involuntarily to bring
her pussy into position. Finally the dog's cock found its mark and it was
driven full force and full length into Carol. Carol arched her back enjoying
the sensation of the hot dog's cock finding its way into her.

The dog exhibited no hesitation, fast full strokes of his cock brought Carol to
organism after organism. The woman removed the ball gag from Carol allowing
Carol to moan and gasp with the ramming of the dog's prick.

Carol was completely oblivious to anything except the pleasure that the dog's
cock was giving her. The penetration was much deeper than her husband Ted could
ever achieve and the power and might that the dog provided was beyond
description.

Carol did not know that the man and woman had left the room.

* * *

Tracy was excited about what Kay had planned for her. Tracy made up her face
and had put on one of her sexiest dresses in preparation. She drove to the
motel, found the room exactly on time and knocked. The door opened to reveal a
woman clad all in leather. The leather left nothing to imagination. Tracy
smiled as she entered the room. "This should be fun" she thought.

Once in the room, a man approached her. He too was dressed completely in
leather. Gently he removed her party dress, released and removed her bra and
then slid down her panties. Tracy could feel the wetness between her legs.
Never before had Kay involved a third party and this was extremely exciting.

She noticed the video camera looking at her. "Good, party favors to remember
tonight," she thought.

The man indicated that Tracy was to kneel, she did. The woman gently pulled her
forward to raise Tracy's young ass to the man. As he touched her asshole, she
tightened her cheeks. She wasn't sure she wanted this, never before had
something entered her ass. The woman squeezed Tracy's shoulders and Tracy
relaxed enough to allow the well lubricated butt plug to be slowly inserted.
The fullness that it provided was new and exciting.

The woman rocked Tracy back and the man tied Tracy's hands to her ankles. Tracy
liked these new sensations and could feel her juices running down her thighs.

The woman now opened the adjoining door to the next door room. Tracy couldn't
see anything in the room, but, the sounds were unmistakable. Sex was definitely
going on there. The moaning was intense and unstopping. When the blindfold was
placed over Tracy's eyes, the sounds from the adjoining room aroused her even
more.

Tracy felt her body rocked to one side and a dildo was inserted into her
waiting hole. The smooth insertion caused Tracy to sigh with pleasure. When the
dildo was activated, the feeling was intense as Tracy listened to the sex in
the other room.

Clothed in total darkness, Tracy's other senses heightened to take in the sex
sounds, the vibrations from the dildo, the packed feeling in her asshole, and
the smell of her own juices. Tracy started rocking on the dildo.

A scream of excitement came from the other room followed by panting. Tracy
could hear the woman in the other room saying, "Yes, Yes, Fuck Me!" over and
over.

Two hands grasped Tracy's head and she felt something touch her lips. Soon she
realized that it was a prick. Tracy hesitated, never before, not even for her
husband Robert, had she taken a cock into her mouth. The tip of the cock moved
across her lips until she parted her lips and allowed the entire cock in. She
moved her tongue across the head and felt the fucking action begin.

As the man jabbed his cock into her mouth, Tracy would rock back against the
dildo forcing it into her more. The dual action of the cock in her mouth and
the dildo in her pussy, quickly brought Tracy to a shuddering climax just as
the man shot his load into her mouth. With all of her holes filled, Tracy drank
in the cum until he pulled his limp member from her.

Tracy wanted more, she rocked contentedly on the dildo allowing it to bring her
to another climax. Meanwhile, the man and woman had gone back into the
adjoining room.

The dog was done. He was busy cleaning up himself as Carol laid in contented
bliss on the bench. The sexual satisfaction was complete. She had long lost
count of the number of orgasms. She had barely enough strength to breath much
less move.

Without resistance, the woman reinserted the ball gag into Carol's mouth.
Carol's eyes showed extreme contentedness. The man untied Carol from the bench
while the woman led the dog away. Carol was moved, like a limp rag doll to the
bed and her hands and legs were bound to the four corners of the bed. Carol was
too exhausted to care.

The man then adjusted the camera to focus onto the spread eagle Carol. Lazily,
Carol watched the man and woman go into the adjoining room and close the door.
She laid her head back into the pillow to savor the after-glow.

Once in the other room, the man and woman untied Tracy and pulled the vibrating
dildo from her. She objected to its removal but the woman whispered into her
ear that the night was still young. The butt plug was removed and strangely,
Tracy felt alone except for the blindfold which provided her some security.

The woman leaned close to Tracy's ear and whispered, "Still more to come. We
have your next partner tied in the other room. Do you know what this is?" The
woman handed Tracy a double ended dildo. Tracy's fingers traced along the
instrument of pleasure, she nodded her head.

"Good," whispered the woman. "That is your tool for your new partner. Be sure
to leave the blindfold on." Tracy nodded and the door was opened to the
adjoining room and Tracy was led into the room, still holding the double dildo.

Carol casually raised her head to see who was entering the room. When she saw
Tracy holding the double ended dildo being moved towards her, Carol found new
vigor and struggled against her bonds. "NO, NO, Not this!" she screamed
silently through the ball gag. The bonds held fast Carol strained and screamed
into the ball gag, her eyes never leaving Tracy. Tracy reached the foot of the
bed, inserted one end of the dildo into her own juicy cunt and started crawling
across the foot of the bed between Carol's outstretched legs.

Tracy felt her way along with her hands guiding her up Carol's legs to touch
Carol's dripping pussy. The dog cum was still flowing from it and Tracy pressed
two, then three fingers into Carol. Carol vainly struggled against Tracy's
touch.

Tracy moved upward over Carol and placed the second end of the dildo against
Carol's cunt. Carol twisted, but to no avail, the dildo sunk steadily into
Carol.

Carol's movement was now transmitted through the dildo to Tracy and Tracy's
movement was passed back to Carol. The sensation on Tracy was intense; Carol
too was unwillingly aroused and started to rotate her hips to gain maximum
sensation.

Carol's hard nipples pressed against Tracy's; but, soon the breasts were pulled
apart and the leather clad couple attached nipple clips between the two sex
partners. Tracy's right breast was clipped to Carol's left breast and vice
versa. When either one of them moved, they caused jabs of pain to dart from the
other's nipple which radiated outward.

The sensation was intense on both women. They rocked and pitched against each
other until Carol climaxed. The tensing of Carol's climax caused Tracy to
climax in a scream over Carol, thereby feeding Carol's arousal causing her to
pitch her hips seeking another climax. Tracy respond with her own motions.

How long this chain of orgasms went on the two women did not know. The man and
woman had long ago collected their equipment and the dog and had left the room.
The video cameras and their prized tapes were removed at the last possible
moment. At some point, probably due to exhaustion more than anything, Tracy
could not do any more and she pulled the dildo out of herself, removed the
nipple clips, and collapsed next to Carol.

Their breathing slowly decreased to normal and Tracy removed her blindfold and
looked over at the woman who had brought her to new heights. Tracy gasped and
moved her had to her mouth in shock as she looked into her own mother's eyes.

Tracy untied Carol. Neither spoke a word as they dressed. Extra clothes had
been left for Carol. As they left the room, a note on the inside of the door
read: "Be ready for our next contact."

* * *

Katherine raised the cup of coffee to her lips and looked across the diner's
table at the young man. He was watching out the diner's window into the parking
lot and across the street to the Oak View Motel. He saw Tracy drive away and
Carol walk sheepishly down the street to her car and leave.

"Where did you find the dog?" he asked.

"Friends," was all she answered. "Was it worth it?"

"Oh yes," he answered. After a pause, he added, "Ever since I found one of
those damn e-mails from Kay, I had to find a way to punish her."

"Well Robert, Revenge is a dish best served lustfully hot."

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