Slow Tease, Sweet RevengeChapter 16
The afternoon was sweltering. Marie and I had been swimming in the surf all morning and we walked into the cabin, dripping wet and toweling ourselves dry. The week had done our tans a world of good - Marie looked like a bronze Polynesian goddess and I... well like a bronze Caucasian one. Bob, on the other hand, was a completely different story. He looked like shit, hanging from the ceiling as he had been for well over 24 hours... he was sweating bullets in the oppressive heat of the cabin and he looked like his body had been broken on the rack... when in reality it had just been hung out to dry by two hot, righteous ladies.
It was time for our plan. I dragged a chair over beside Bob. Marie started to set up an important prop that would remain in her backpack - near Bob, but out of his sight, and I unhooked him from the ceiling. He crumpled to the floor like a rag doll. I gripped him under his arms - a slippery task with all the sweat covering his body, and seated him upright in the hard metal chair. I uncuffed his hands and recuffed them to the chair, behind his back. He was mouthing the words, "Please no more", over and over... silently. "Oh yes", I said, still wet from my swim and standing over him in my black thong bikini. "More".
I smiled as I tossed my towel aside and lifted my leg to straddle his naked lap. I slid up real slow so that my wet crotch pressed warmly against his miserable cock. I wrapped my smooth arms around his shoulders and kissed his forehead lightly. It was all he could do to whisper the word "Please" loud enough so I could hear it. I ran my fingertips so lightly over his skin it created goose bumps. He shuddered. His cock rose to attention for the umpteenth time and he winced as the unbearable pain in his blue balls took his breath away. I held the position, looking into his eyes, enjoying what my body was doing to his... my toned, smooth thighs against his hips... my skin whispering against his... so gentle, so tender... my soft, sexy touch coaxing the sobs and tears from deep inside him with a force... a gravity... that was entirely feminine and wickedly sexy.
"Now", I said. "Marie and I were talking. You want nothing more than to be fucked... a mercy fuck, in your case... and Marie and I think that maybe it's finally time to put you out of your misery. Would still you like that Bobby? For us to fuck you?" No reaction. Just his pathetic, defeated leer. "All we want you to do is be honest with us. Be honest with us... and the game will be over. We won't just stop teasing you. We'll fuck you." I looked into his eyes for emphasis. "We'll fuck you really good, Bobby. Each of us."
His eyes were locked on my tits... as if cast down in shame. "W-what", he hoarsely asked before swallowing and trying again. "Just tell me... what... do I have to do?" "Just admit to us that you stabbed Steve. Admit it, and tell us every detail." Silence. "We just want to know", Marie said quietly from over my shoulder. "We need to know what really happened. To understand why you did it. Maybe then we can forgive you. If we can forgive you, we can put this all behind us. That is, if you're willing to do the same." "You'd never fuck me", he weakly replied. "Oh yes", I said. "Yes, we would. There's only so much two girls can do to a guy, you know? And... we've done it to you, wouldn't you say?" It took every ounce of self-control to suppress a giggle. Bob just nodded. His cock was pointing straight up and I pressed my mound against his balls, making him wince. He looked into my eyes... really searching my expression. Voice choking, he asked, "P-promise?" Soothingly I replied. "Yes Bob, I promise."
Chapter 17
"I was just so out of control", Bob began. "The first time I laid eyes on you at the club... dancing like... a Goddess...I knew I had to have you. I fantasized about you endlessly... masturbating more than once a day while I imagined fucking you. I needed you more than anything in the world... more than any woman I've ever seen before. Oh baby...", he paused to swallow, "I still do."
Bob and I were in the same position we had started all this in... me straddling him as he sat handcuffed, naked, to the chair. His cock raging hard, sticking straight up between us. Me softly pressing my warm mound, dripping wet under my already damp thong bikini bottom, against his excruciatingly blue balls. My smooth arms resting on his sweaty shoulders. My nipples hard as my bikini top brushed lightly against his chest. I looked somberly into Bob's eyes as Marie stood behind me, watching intently as Bob continued.
"Then that fucker... that guy, Steve. Kicking me out of the club... the place where I could be near you. The place where I had found you. I was going to make him pay." "But... violence?", I quietly asked. "What on earth compelled you to pull a knife on him?" "Oh Heather..." Bob seemed to be distracted by my intimate embrace. He obviously wanted to skip the story telling and jump straight to the reward we had promised him. "Come on Bob", Marie said in an even tone. "Answer the question." Bob sagged a little before continuing. "Well shit... I mean, Steve's not like the first person I've ever pulled a knife on before. I've been in lots of fights. He's not even the first person who died by my knife.
There was this Cuban kid two years ago. He hit on my girl at the Green Parrot in Miami and I offed his ass in the parking lot. Cut his fucking throat." I shuddered, looking at Bob in horror. He saw my look. "I mean, it was a crime of passion. I was jealous and pissed. Anyway, it was different with Steve. I fucking stewed about the night he stomped me all day before I decided I would get him. I wanted him dead... and when I stabbed him, man, I just wanted to keep going. I wanted to cut him to pieces... but I didn't. I just stuck him a couple times and ran... to tell the truth, I was surprised to find out he actually died from it. I thought I botched the job."
I turned to look at Marie as I began to rise off of Bob. She nodded and reached into her purse where she clicked off the tape recorder. Bob heard the click and said in a panicked voice, "Wh-what was that?" Marie pulled the tape recorder out of her purse and, smiling, handed it to me. "Oh, it's nothing", I said, looking down at him with a wicked smile. "Just the little something we're going to fuck you with."
Bob's face went pale. "NOOOOOO!!!!" I looked at my victim, feeling myself getting wetter as my power over him became absolute. I now held his life in my hand. Marie must have shared the sexual rush, because she slid up behind me and ran a hand down the front of my thong. I moaned as her fingers played with my soaking clit, sliding into my hot pussy. "Oh yes baby", I moaned. "I said we were going to fuck you. Both of us. In fact I promised. Mmmm... oooh... baby", I purred as Marie fondled me, "and you've made it so easy with your little confession. Ooooh yeah.... uhhn... baby... we're gonna fuck you so GOOD!!!"
I came in an earth shattering flood of ecstasy, crying out and moaning and laughing as Marie kissed and caressed me. Bob's face was red with rage and helplessness as he ground his teeth trying to pull free of the handcuffs. He fell over to the side, his metal chair crashing on the floor. I pressed the rewind button on the tape recorder and turned to embrace Marie. Bob flopped around on the floor like a dying fish, trying to pull the chair back up, but Marie kicked him back down to the ground as we kissed. I then turned and placed my bare foot on Bob, like a safari huntress posing with her vanquished game, and I placed the recorder on the floor by his face and pressed play.
He screamed, "NOOO!!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO MEEEE!!!!", as his confession played at full volume. When the confession was done, I picked up the recorder and clicked it off. I smiled down at Bob, my bare foot still pressing down on him as he squirmed, trying to get himself off the floor. "Oh yes...", I answered, "I always keep a promise, you pathetic little shit. You asked for it. You begged for it. You SCREAMED for it. And now... we're gonna fuck ya. We're going to erase our voices and just leave the last part... where you confessed to not one, but two murders. We're gonna make sure this tape finds its way into the hands of the authorities." "You made it easy for us, you dumb fuck", said Marie. "Just spilling the beans without us having to interrupt your little confession with questions. How easy our editing task will be." Bob was crying so hard that he could hardly catch his breath. He shook his head madly in protest... screaming his pathetic sobs... "PLEE-EEE-EASE D-DON'T DOOO THIS TOOO MEE-EEE!!!! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK!!!!", etc.
Listening with delight, I stripped down to nothing. I squatted over Bob, my long hair hanging like a curtain over his face. I reached down and took his cock between my fingertips and began to lightly stroke its surface. I could feel Bob's pulse pounding through his aching member as he writhed and wailed. "Gotcha", I whispered. "I gotcha good. Revenge is so delicious and sweet." Bob curled up into a fetal position on his side, trembling, his wrists shackled behind him to the toppled chair. I lowered myself to him and enveloped him softly with my warm, nude body... and licked inside his ear. Pressing my pussy against his thigh, I whispered, "This is it Bobby. You're going to prison for life... so feel me against you.
I want you to remember this feeling... the feeling of a woman's naked body. Not just any woman's... but mine. I want you to remember this while you waste away in your cell... remember it as something you'll never ever have again for the rest of your life. Remember Marie. Remember me. And remember how Marie and Heather tortured and humiliated you this week while you're getting fucked up the ass by one of your inmate pals. I'm sure you'll make quite an impression... walking into the shower with a bikini wax job." Bob choked on his wretched sobs. "Oh, how I am going to enjoy thinking of you while I fuck some other guy. Some real man... who I'll please in ways you can only dream of... but which you won't dare to dream of. Because it will cause you too much pain. To know that someone else is having me while you are doomed to be a prison fuck toy for the rest of your life. To go to your grave never to feel the female touch again.
Now you know the taste of utter defeat, Bob... I've really, really got you good, and all I can do is smile about it." I found myself humping Bob's thigh hard and fast, and I continued until I came. Driving him to hell... sealing his fate with one more searing orgasm that he was not allowed to share. Then I got off of him and picked up the two pieces of my bikini. Marie smiled at me, watching as I got dressed. I knelt down and grabbed the tape recorder that lie inches from Bob's catatonic body. Then I linked arms with Marie, and we strolled out into the sun, stepping over Bob like a discarded pile of trash.
Chapter 18
Around 5:30 AM the next morning, a Florida state police cruiser pulled up behind Bob's Porsche which sat parked on the shoulder of Highway 1. Two officers walked up to the car to find a naked man handcuffed to the steering wheel and a small tape recorder in the front seat. The confession on the tape was enough to keep Bob in jail pending further investigation, even under the strange circumstances of his discovery. His confession about the Cuban teenager quickly checked out with a two year old unsolved murder case in Miami. It apparently took no effort after that for the police to get Bob to sign a confession to both the Miami murder and Steve's.
At this moment, Bob is serving a life term without parole in a maximum security prison. Meanwhile, Marie and I are still dancing at our little club, having spectacular sex - with each other and with anyone else we choose, and seriously loving life. One day I intend to send Bob an anonymous letter, perhaps to tell him of a night of particularly hot sex. He'll know who it's from. Maybe some time soon Marie and I will pay Bob a visit in prison... dressed to kill of course... in tiny miniskirts, sexy halter tops and heels. But for now it is enough to know that Bob is sitting in a prison cell somewhere eating his pathetic little heart out. Seething with envy and regret. Turning himself inside out... knowing that we are out here having a blast. Knowing that we won the game and that he is the permanent loser. Burning with impotent rage... knowing that he can do absolutely nothing about it. Nothing.
The only thing I am really curious to know is how Bob came for the first time after the cops found him. Was it in his holding cell in the county jail... jerking off like a monkey over his seatless toilet? Was it involuntarily in his pants while the cops were fingerprinting him? Or was it with some guy's cock in his ass? All I know is that it wasn't... and never will be... with a woman. Marie and I made sure of that! Don't let anyone ever tell you that revenge isn't sweet. It is. Oh, it is indeed. My only desire is that I could have Bob here so I could watch him burn for me... so that I could straddle him one more time and whisper in his ear: "Suffer for me baby.... suffer.... suffer.... suffer...."
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