Slow Tease, Sweet RevengeChapter 7
"Marie", I said, "this guy is boring the hell out of me. I mean, all he ever does is lie here and beg like a dog. Why don't we go out and find ourselves a real man?" "You're right, Heather. Let's go find a really cute guy, bring him back here and fuck him all night long while poor little Bobby here watches!" "Sounds delicious! Shall we gag him and tie him in the closet now?" Bob looked frantically around for a closet. "Maybe. Let's let him watch us get dressed, though. I want him to drool when he sees how our tight asses and sexy legs look in our short little party dresses and heels." "Ooh yes", I agreed. "And our smooth arms and shoulders and backs, bare and beautiful? And our cleavage, tantalizing and inviting in our low-cut outfits? Definitely." "Oh please, I can't take any more of this", implored Bob. "Good", said Marie.
"That's the whole idea." "Yes, Bobby", I teased, as I tickled his legs with the feather duster, "when we walk out this door, we'll look just like we do on stage... the kind of look that drove you so crazy for me in the first place. But, we'll be picking up another boy... not you Bobby. You'll be locked in that closet over there. You won't be able to say a thing, but you will be able to watch Marie and I make another man feel pleasures that you will never feel...while you turn yourself inside out with jealousy."
Sweating, he stared at me like a wounded puppy. "Of course, we'll please our guest for many hours", I continued, "so that we can be sure to make you burn with envy for a good long time. We'll make him cum until he can't cum any more. We'll treat him like a king. We'll probably make love to him until dawn." With a terrified expression, Bob locked his gaze on the closet next to the bed, as if it was a hungry monster that just walked into the room. "That's right, Bobby", said Marie. "You'll be able to see out those horizontal slats, but no one will be able to see in because the light will be off in there. And you'll be tied and gagged so securely that it will be utterly impossible for you to make a noise. Isn't that right, Heather?" "That's right, Marie", I said, tickling Bob's arms now and looking into his panicked eyes. "Welcome to hell, Bob!"
Marie wrapped her fingers around Bob's sack and gave it a long, slow squeeze. "How's it feel now, Bob?" "Oh no... not that... n-no no... NO!!!", he begged, as the pressure increased. "Fuck you, Bob", she said, with one final, crushing squeeze. The scream that followed nearly deafened us. We decided it was time to gag the bastard. To be civil, we let Bob drink as much water as he needed from a straw. When he was done, I untied one of his hands and handcuffed it to the hand that was still bound to the bed. I did the same with his feet, except that I used a leather strap to keep them bound together. After freeing him from the bed, Marie and I assisted our victim over to the bathroom where we supervised his activities...making sure he had no chance to masturbate. When all the unpleasantness was completed, we took Bob out into the main room. I took a handkerchief and rubbed it between my breasts and under my arms...all the while staring directly into Bob's eyes. After rubbing the handkerchief between my legs so that it got good and wet, I balled it up and tried to stick it into Bob's mouth. He closed it tightly, and it was impossible for me to get it in. "Come on, Bob", enticed Marie, as she ran her fingers over his body. "Open up for us." He wouldn't. "Come on, baby", she whispered as she gently caressed his cock. "Do it for me." He was breathing heavily through his nose, but his teeth were clenched. Marie was growing impatient. Again, she took his balls into her hand. "Open up and say 'Aaaah'", she commanded as she gave another hard squeeze. Bob's knees buckled and he screamed, "AAAAAAAAHHH!!!", which gave me just enough of an opening to cram the handkerchief into his mouth. "That's a good boy", patronized Marie, as she patted Bob on the head.
I walked over to my bag of tricks and pulled out a leather gag, which I brought over and secured tightly over Bob's mouth. In order to test the gag, I began tickling him. His eyes bulged and he struggled to get free, but Marie held him in place. When Bob fell to the floor, overwhelmed, Marie joined in and we inflicted the most vicious tickle torture on him. He couldn't emit a peep, as tears streamed down his face and he flopped around like a fish out of water. "I think this gag will work", said Marie, satisfied. "Let's tie him up in the closet." We left Bob on the floor and took some time to rig the back of the closet with thick leather wrist and ankle restraints. When we were done, it looked like a compartment in a medieval dungeon. In no time at all, we had Bob tied to the inside of the closet, completely motionless. His hands were clamped to the wall at his sides and his legs were clamped tightly too. Marie and I spent a few minutes running our fingers over his body and taunting him, then we began to get ready to go out.
We left the closet door open so that we could watch Bob watch us get dressed. After showering, I selected a skimpy two-piece outfit, consisting of a short, swingy, lime-green miniskirt and a white off-the-shoulder blouse that left my belly and lower back exposed. I put on a pair of white pumps and a pearl necklace and earrings. I didn't wear any stockings... and I wasn't wearing panties. The light colors brought out my dark tan lusciously. As the finishing touch, I put on a gold anklet. Marie followed my panty-free lead, and chose a super-short black mini-dress to show off her slender, sexy legs. The dress had spaghetti straps and revealed lots of tempting cleavage and her smooth back. Marie chose to wear black, crotchless stockings with lines running up the backs and she wore a pair of very high-heeled, black "fuck me" pumps. We posed in front of Bob as he looked back at us - mute and burning with excruciating desire. I walked into the closet and pressed myself against him. As the hem of my skirt draped over his hard-on, I grabbed his hands which were isolated down by his sides and I stretched up and kissed his sweating forehead. I rubbed my soft blouse against his chest...I'm sure he could feel my bare, erect nipples through the fabric and I knew he could smell my Obsession perfume.
"This is my week, Bob", I quietly said. "And everything I'm going to do this week I am going to do with the intent of punishing you. So don't worry. It's going to get worse. You'd better save your energy... and your tears. Because I'm going to slowly wring every last drop out of you. And Marie and I are going to enjoy each lingering moment of your well deserved agony." With that, I backed away and Marie slowly closed the door as Bob stared crazily into my eyes.
When the bolt clicked, I locked the door and Marie grabbed the keys to Bob's Porsche. It was time to go cruising!
Chapter 8
We hit the main strip by the beach at around 10:00. We had the windows open and the tunes cranking out of Bob's car. It seemed as if we were getting looks from every guy we passed. I turned to Marie and told her that we would have the pick of the litter tonight.
She just smiled as a guy on the corner whistled at us. We parked the car and walked down the sidewalk, which was crowded with tanned and horny girls and guys. By the time we found the club we wanted to go into, several different groups of guys followed us and tried to sweet-talk us into letting them buy us drinks or heading back to their rooms.
When we walked in, the bouncer waived our cover charge and thanked us for luring in the additional business. The dance floor was crowded and the music was loud. Marie and I made our way to the bar and let one of our fawning admirers buy us drinks. His name was Glenn. We chose him because he was absolutely gorgeous, with curly blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and the body of a Greek god. He was also alone, which was fine with Marie and I. We reasoned that bringing only one man home would be the best plan. It would keep Bob's jealousy focused as he ate his heart out in the dark closet.
Marie asked for a Sex on the Beach and, following her lead, I asked for a Slow Comfortable Screw. After trying to talk over the music for a few minutes, I asked Glenn if he would like to dance... with both of us. He agreed, warning us that he wasn't a very good dancer. I assured him that he didn't have to be. We found a cramped little corner of the dance floor and Marie and I got up close to our man and began to dance.
We were both gyrating our hips and rubbing against Glenn's body. He basically stood there between us with a dumb smile on his face. I asked him if he wanted to get out of there and he promptly said yes. When we got outside, Glenn asked us, "Where did you two come from? And how did I get so lucky?" "It doesn't matter where any of us came from", said Marie. "What matters is where we're going. Would you come back to our little shack on the beach?" "Um... let me think about it", said Glenn.
We all laughed and then were on our way. Marie took the Porsche and I jumped in Glenn's jeep. Glenn started to talk. "You girls are unbelievably hot. I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head when I saw you. Are you models or something?" "No", I said while I ran a finger up and down his muscular arm as he shifted. "Marie and I are both dancers." He pressed the accelerator and tailgated Marie all the way to the bungalow.
When we got there, all three of us burst through the door, laughing and joking as Marie and I suggestively flirted with Glenn. "You've got some body there, Glenn", I said. "You must work out every day." "Thanks... not every day", he said, trying to act modest. Marie grabbed his shoulder from behind and wheeled him around to face her. "Enough small talk", she said.
With that, she embraced him and gave him a long, deep kiss. "He's mine!", I yelled, and spun him around to face me. I pulled him into my arms and gave him a taste of my French kiss. "He's ours!", corrected Marie. She took Glenn's hand and led him to the side of the bed... directly in front of the closet door. She jumped high and straddled his chest, kissing him as she slid down his body. I came up from behind and rubbed Glenn's tight little buns and kissed the back of his neck. Marie then proceeded to lie on the bed, spreading her legs to show Glenn her crotchless panties. Before Glenn could decide what to do, I turned him around yet again and began to unbutton his shirt while I kissed him.
I made an extra effort to respond passionately to his kisses and to let him get a good feel of my tits and ass, because I knew that less than four feet away were Bob's anguished eyes. The more I imagined Bob's seething envy, the sexier I would get with Glenn... tossing my head back and moaning... squeezing his body tight. Again, lucky Glenn exclaimed, "God you two are so HOT!!!" I kissed my way down to Glenn's crotch and unbuttoned his pants. His hard penis popped straight out and I immediately went down on it. He moaned as I sucked at his cock. Marie continued to beg, "Eat me, Glenn!" When I had him on the edge of orgasm, I stopped and told him to eat her. Glenn descended onto the bed and began to devour Marie's pussy. She squealed with delight. While Glenn's face was buried in Marie's snatch, I turned to the closet and smiled. I did a slow strip tease for my victim who was bound in the dark as Marie gasped and moaned in delicious pleasure. Marie screamed as she came and I laughed wickedly at the closet before turning my attention back to Glenn.
"Baby, look", I said, as I crossed my arms in front of my breasts and posed innocently for Glenn. He looked up and I told him to lay down on his back. I got on the bed and repositioned Glenn so that he was lying straight on the bed. This would give Bob maximum view of both our beautiful, tanned bodies while we fucked. I then kissed and teased Glenn in the same way I teased Bob when I had him tied to the bed. But when Glenn was going crazy and begging for me to fuck him, I slid his hard cock into my pussy and started to give him a slow ride.
Glenn was in ecstasy. His breath came hard and fast and he moaned like a tom cat in heat. All the while, Marie was curled at the head of the bed, looking down into Glenn's eyes and sweetly running her fingers through his hair... giving him sweet kisses when I wasn't kissing him. I sat up as I rode Glen and said, "Look baby... watch your cock move in and out of me." He looked and we both moaned and laughed delightedly. I continued to ride Glenn, slowing down whenever it seemed like he was ready to cum. After nursing his rock-hard cock for over twenty minutes, I pumped my hips and rode him hard until his body arched and I could feel his hot come exploding inside of me. As soon as Glenn came, I had a savage orgasm, and I fell against him, grabbing his head and kissing him over and over again. Satiated... in more ways than one... I rolled off of Glenn.
Not missing a beat, Marie grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. "Let's take a nice HOT shower", she said, jumping up and straddling his waist. Their mouths locked in a deep kiss, Glenn carried Marie off to the shower. I lay on the bed for a while, basking in the afterglow, running my fingers through the wetness of my hole as Glenn's cum slowly ran out of me. "Mmmmm", I softly moaned. Suddenly, an idea sparked in my mind. I couldn't suppress a sly grin as I turned my gaze toward the closet. I pulled the top sheet off the bed that was soaked with sweat and cum and Marie's and my juices. Throwing it over my shoulder, I walked over to the closet.
I could hear the sounds of Marie and Glenn laughing and kissing in the shower... so I opened the door. The sight I looked upon was so marvelous - Bob's contorted eyes glistened with tears... his Adam's apple bulged and contracted with sobs... his torso squirming and heaving. I silently smiled and held the wet sheet to his face and rubbed his nose in it. I watched as Bob closed his eyes and breathed through his nose... the ball gag giving him no other choice but to smell what he was missing. I mashed the wet sheet into his face, laughing and taunting, "Deal with it, boy." I yanked it away and whispered, "Fuck you", as I gently closed the door.
I returned lazily to the bed and lay there until Glenn and Marie returned from their shower. The three of us spent the rest of the night together in bed. Marie fucked Glenn really good one more time, and afterwards, we kissed and caressed him like a harem sheik. I enticed another erection out of him and gave him a long, luxurious blow-job after which we all drifted off to a satisfied sleep.
Chapter 9
The next morning, Marie and I went out to breakfast with Glenn and asked him for his phone number. We advised him not to come by unless we called, because our boyfriends would be arriving that afternoon. After parting pleasantly, Marie and I rushed back to the bungalow, bursting with curiosity to see what state Bob could possibly be in. When we arrived at the cabin, it was completely silent. Marie and I looked at the door and then at each other. My knees began to grow weak as she looked me me up and down. I was beginning to feel uncontrollably horny. The turn-on that began the moment Marie and I began planning this trip was still building, and to this day I can't remember ever being so sexually charged as that week we spent torturing Bob.
Sensing - and sharing - my heat, Marie smiled as she walked over to the dresser. She got my black string-bikini out and threw it to me. We proceeded to change out of our shorts and sandals and into our little bathing suits. When we were ready, we stood facing the door to Bob's cell. "You do the honors", offered Marie. My hand trembling slightly, I turned the knob and slowly pulled open the door. Tied to the back wall of the closet was a limp and broken man. Bob's face and chest were stained with tears and sweat and his arms and legs were bright red at the straps - the painful result from hours of struggling. As soon as the light flooded into the closet, Bob began to shake his head and sob weakly - his bloodshot eyes hardly focused, and directed at the floor.
"Good morning to you! Good morning to you!", cheerily sang Marie. I joined in. "Good morning dear Bobby! Good morning to you!" Bob still stared blankly at the ground. I fetched the furry handcuffs from my bag and I clipped one end to one of Bob's wrists. He finally looked up at me. "Remember what I said last night, sweetie?", I chided. "We've only just begun." With a feathery touch, I began caressing his chest. That got him squirming. Then I licked some of the sweat off his body. "Mmmmm... salty... tastes like VICTORY". I then whispered in his ear, "How's it feel now, baby?" As Bob squeezed his eyes shut in a tearful cringe, I began to undo the straps of his handcuffed arm. As soon as it was free, he tried to pull it away from me, but I easily managed to get his wrists handcuffed together. I went back to the bag and fetched a pair of leather ankle cuffs which Marie helped me strap Bob's legs tightly together with. Once he was free of his closet straps, I backed away and Marie gave Bob a push that landed him face first at my feet. "I don't know, Marie... should we take off the gag?", I asked.
"Absolutely! I want to hear what he has to say for himself." I took off the gag and Bob coughed out the rag I had shoved into his mouth. After taking a few gasping breaths, he hoarsely whispered, "FUCK!!!". There was a long silence as Bob lay there crying, gasping air through his mouth. His jaw must have been really sore. Finally, he managed to whisper again... "P-pleeease? Please...just let me go Heather." "Why? So you can attack me like you did at the beach?", I asked in a mocking tone, as I circled my toes around in his hair. "Yeah," taunted Marie, "so you can rape us, you little prick? Fuck you," she said as she pinched and twisted the skin on his back. "Fuck you!" Bob rolled up into the fetal position. He was visibly weakened. "We brought you back a yummy breakfast", I said. "It's on the little table by the front door. Crawl to it like a dog, or I'll take it away from you and make you watch me eat it." Moaning, Bob clumsily crawled over to the table like a wounded animal, where he found a hard role and a glass of water. He just stared at it in disbelief. "Eat it", commanded Marie. "Or you don't get breakfast today."
As Bob choked down his breakfast, I pulled some new instruments of pain from my bag, which we would use to drive Bob down to deeper levels of anguish. They included a leather cock and ball harness, a ping-pong paddle, a strap-on dildo and a leather bullwhip. If Bob thought we were killing him before, he'll be groveling for death itself before long. Before Bob could gulp down the last of his water, I pulled him ferociously by his hair and dragged him to the end of the bed where I sat down. Pulling him over my knee and grabbing the paddle, I said through gritted teeth, "Now I'm really gonna make you scream". With all my might, I whipped the paddle down on his ass - Whack! Bob let out a loud "Oomph". Again - Whack! Bob yelped. Whack! He screamed. Whack! Whack! Whack! As I continued to paddle Bob and as Bob screamed for me to stop, Marie was doubled over in laughter. "Get him girl!", she cheered. "Give it to him good! Give him what he deserves!" Whack! Whack! Whack!
When I finally stopped, Bob was crying and screaming, "Ow! Ow! Ow! Oh... no more! No more! Ple-e-e-e-ase!" Marie came over to inspect Bob's buns. "What cute little things! Look at how bright red they are!" She gave them a tweak and he sucked in air through his teeth. "Awww... does dat huwt, Bobby?", she taunted, before giving his ass one last slap. I crawled onto the bed, pulling Bob up onto his back. "Let's inspect our prisoner, major!", I said. "Yes... rear admiral!", answered Marie. We slowly and meticulously caressed every inch of Bob's naked body, as his cock once again strained skyward. "Ooh, Heather... look at this!", said Marie as she ran her finger up and down the underside of Bob's shaft. "Hmmm", I said as I cupped his blue balls in my hands, "seems to be quite a bit of swelling here". It was true. Bob's sack looked like it contained two hackey sacks.
I began to slowly squeeze, "Let's see... does this hurt?" Bob implored, "No...not this... please... d-don't - AAAaaaaahhh!!!" "Marie, I think this entire apparatus needs to be immobilized for the prisoner's safety. Fetch me the harness." "Gladly!" Marie handed me the harness and I strapped it around the base of Bob's cock and tightened it as he groaned. Once I had his engorged cock painfully trapped, I tightened the rest of the strap - which separated his balls and squeezed tight around the base of his scrotum - and the room was filled with the most agonized scream I'd ever heard. Bob began hyperventilating, "I c-can't b-b-breath... I-I c-c... c-can't... oh, ow! OW! Oh shit! Shit! Oh FUCK! PLEASE! MERCY!!! Oh PLEASE... I'll do ANYTHING YOU SAY!!! I'm a piece of shit at your feet... a dog... I'm NOTHING... just... please?" Bob stopped pleading the minute he was able to focus on my smiling face. "I'll NEVER have mercy on you Bob. I'm enjoying this too much. You can't imagine how much I'm enjoying this."
I looked Bob over like a prized animal. "You're right Bob... I am killing you. The only difference is I won't let you die. The pleasure exists entirely in letting you linger in your misery, so that I can humiliate you completely." "You tell him girl", said Marie. "Roll over", I commanded. When Bob didn't move, I slapped his face hard. "Roll the fuck over!" When Bob was on his stomach, I stretched his hands above his head and tied the handcuffs to the bed. Marie helped me free his ankles... only to tie each to a separate post at the foot of the bed. I began to rub Bob's buns in a soft, circular motion. "Marie... don't you think that Bobby here has the cutest little ass you've ever seen?" "I have to hand it to him", she answered. "Those are some pretty tight buns." "How would you like to fuck our little friend's ass?", I asked. "With pleasure", replied Marie as she strapped on the dildo. She then spit in her palm and rubbed it on the dildo to provide it's only lubrication. Running her finger up and down Bob's scrotum she cooed, "Ready dear?", and put the head of the plastic tool just inside his crack. "Hmmm... no reply. I guess that means 'yes'".
With that, she rammed into Bob so hard that his head slammed into the wall. Amidst his screams - which were becoming more and more hoarse and desperate - she rode him without mercy. "Yee-hah! Ride-em cowgirl!", I cheered, as I unfurled the whip. "Heee-Ah!", I yelled as I sent the whip stinging across his back. I continued to whip him hard as Marie pumped his ass relentlessly. When we noticed that Bob was no longer screaming, I stopped the whipping and Marie paused with the entire dildo up Bob's ass. He had passed out.