17 comments/ 66929 views/ 6 favorites A Touch of Revenge By: poohlive "How was your evening?" She said, after they had finally arrived home. It had been exhausting, and she sat there now in his arms, purring with satisfaction as he gently stroked her hair. She wore a black dress, low cut, which had threatened to show everyone her body all night, and now nearly fell off as she lay next to him on the couch. "Almost perfect." She heard his heartbeat, smiling at that. And his stomach as well. It gurgled with satisfaction, a wonderful dinner inside of there. They had gone out to dinner with all of their friends, the bill running up into the hundreds, wine flowing free. "Almost? What is missing?" He breathed in, sighing his relief. She hugged him tighter just because of that, snuggling further into his touch. Oh, she could fall asleep right here and now. She wanted to fall asleep, there was a comfortableness in his arms that she had always longed for. Ever since a girl she had wanted that feeling, so like when she would snuggle next to her father during movies. When Bruce first wrapped his arms around her, and that safe warm feeling ran up her spine, she knew he was the one. "Just one thing," He kissed her forehead, his tongue coming out to just taste her skin. She giggled, loving the way that kiss ran along her entire body. At once she was awake, and alive. She could feel the throb between her legs. How could his simple kiss caused such a flutter? "Well," She peered behind him at the clock, where it showed a good thirty minutes or so left before midnight, "It is still your birthday, you know. I could give you another present if you wish." This time she moved gracefully into his lap. Such a simple move, to have her body slide along him, her arms wrap around his neck. To feel those muscles begin to tighten as he came up to touch her. She kissed him, tasting lobster and butter, giggling at the taste, but licking her lips anyway. "I wanted to try something tonight," He said, holding her, one hand rubbing her thigh the right way, while the other ran under her dress, pressing into her ass. She had to bite her lower lip to stop from moaning against him. He had always played with her ass, always loved to touch it, and spank it. She never told him no, never refused him. How could she, how could she refuse such a wonderful strong man? She never agreed to anal though, he could touch and spank and squeeze all he wanted, but she never felt comfortable with anything more. Tonight, the look in his eye told her what he wanted. "You mean back there?" She felt like a kid when she said it, like some silly teenager asking if she could see his thingy. Her head dropped into the crook of his neck, giggling once more. The giggle of youth and wine and that flirty innocence she always got when she talked with him about it. "It could be my birthday present," His voice sounded so soothing. With her ear right up against his chest, she felt the voice inside of him. It burst with such power at that simple phrase. And, for the first time she actually found herself thinking of it. Because she trusted him, because he was her lover, because that longing need still heated her thighs, because he always loved her, and because she would do anything for him. How many more reasons did she need? Just his birthday. Icing on top of his cake. "Ok..." The word soft and reluctant, her face still hidden, roses burning brightly on her cheeks now. It was as if she had already done it, just by saying it was ok she had committed such a dirty little act. It wasn't dirty, not that. She was a woman of modern day. She wore see thru panties and had sex in public, and would purr every time someone touched her just the right way. She had her share of lovers, her share of experiences, and her share of sexual toys. She had just never been interested in anal. It never excited her; never brought up those butterflies inside of her. She felt butterflies every time she wrapped her legs around him, letting her fingernails rake across his back, crying out his name over and over again, being swept by the waves of pleasure. Her cunt would grip him, soothe him, beg him for his seed. She would beg as well, she had begged before. She liked to beg. But, tonight she didn't beg. She laid on his lap, nibbling on his lower lip, and allowing him to rub her ass the right way. It was his turn to beg. She said yes. He kissed her, the kind of kiss that awoken passion inside of her. The kind which had her lose her own breath. No, she didn't lose her breath, he stole it away from her. Each hard full kiss stole her lips and her heart, and all she could do was tremble and quake in his presence. "The bedroom," He said, heated and breathless on her neck. If she was not so turned on she would have giggled again. Instead she let out a hard moan against his skin. Her hand ran through his hair, thick brown curls between her fingers. She pulled his head down, bending her slender neck slightly, ever so slightly to let him find that one spot. She craved to have him touch it, kiss it, lick along her sensitive neckline. Her hands guiding him, a smile pleasant on his face. He embraced her neck. A vampire come to life, he bent to suckle on her sweet skin, tongue running just where she wanted it. Another moan escaped her, soft and satisfying. His arms wrapped around her now, and he picked her up. She shrieked, laughing as she grabbed for him, trying to hold on. She must have flailed about, almost sending both of them to the floor in a mess of arms and legs. He was steady though, calm. He carried her into the bedroom as if she were his prize, his gift for the night. She wanted to be his gift, she wanted to give him such happiness, make his dreams come true. And worst of all, she wanted him inside of her. He laid her upon the bed, running his hands down her body. Her dress was askew, one of the straps already fallen over her shoulder. It was hardly a dress anymore though. Now, it had become nothing more than an obstacle. He bent up, removing his own clothing. More obstacles. He made short work of it, shedding such needless things. She did the same, wiggling away from the dress, removing it, throwing it in the corner. When she bought it, sleek and sexy, that is where she always imagined it would be at the end of the night, bunched in the corner, lost and forgotten in a world of passion. He crawled on top of her, naked, loving. She already wrapped her arms around him, her legs not far behind. She kept him close, harsh breath caught in her throat as she felt their skin touch. When his chest rode along hers, she finally felt the ache of her breasts. They were greedy and jealous, having had no attention before. The first of his fingers caressed them, nipples already hard enough to cut glass. She gasped aloud as his touch continued. She felt a hard weakness running down her skin, and could only arc her back to his touch. Her nipples pained delightfully from wanting him. It was not enough. He brought his head down. She squealed in delight when he sucked the first one into his mouth. Her body tightened around him now, holding him to her breast, noises escaping her in loud little octaves, none of them familiar, none of them recognizable as anything but sounds of lust. He moved down her body, writhing from such touches as he would give her. She felt alienated, as if him having two hands were not enough. He needed more hands to touch her, mouths to kiss her. And how slow he was, to cascade down her stomach, kissing a trail which made her shutter in delight. She knew he went slow on purpose, teasing her. Her hips bucked in frustration, she bit her lower lip, looking down. "Please," She would beg, she would whimper, she would do anything to please him now. He lay between her legs, he looked on her body with a divine hunger that could never be fully satisfied. She would beg for any man who looked at her like that. Please, her eyes screamed, please use her body, take what he wanted. God, it was never enough, it would never be enough. Fingers touched against her sex, still contained in dark see-thru panties. She tried to hold back a moan, only half successful, unsure why she held it back, why she even felt a need not to shout out her relief and frustration from the rooftops. No, she knew why. It was a way to tease him as he teased her. He loved to hear her, to have her make such sounds at his simple touch. To deny him would make him angry, and make him push faster. She whimpered, holding back as one finger brushed against her clit. It felt afire now. Her whole body trembled, thighs parting just at his simple touch. Why would it be so hard to hold back a moan for him? It was his moan, he deserved it, to know her encouragement, to hear how he pleased her. God, he did please her. He pleased her with every touch, every movement. He brought his lips down upon her cunt, even through the panties she could feel his hot breath. She grabbed the satin sheets, her breath harder now, crying out. She had to, she had to cry out. She couldn't bottle up such pleasure. It was too much, her cry came rushed and frenzied. Then, his tongue found her. It ran up her slit, it devoured her taste. Juices ran freely from her now, soaking the panties. Her back arched, mouth open, crying out his name, his pleasure. He only moved up to her clit, just that one spot, wrapping his entire mouth around it. Everything blurred. The height destroying her. She shook as it ran through her, screaming out everything for him. Her hands in his hair, grabbing and pulling him further into her. She held him to her sex, grinding her cunt into his face. The orgasm refused to stir. She cried out again, pushing herself until all she could do was lie back in exhaustion. She had to catch her breath. Where had it gone? So worn out by just the one orgasm, a runaway train leering down the track at impossible speeds. But... oh, she squealed as she felt him moving again. He took off her underwear, wet with her juices, sticking to her thighs. She smiled, watching him take it off, seeing his hands slowly run down her legs once more. They were weak now, compliant. He guided her legs to where they needed to be, and she let him. He moved one across the other, "Turn over." She loved that tone in his voice, commanding and lustful at the same time. It almost sounded hurt too, as if he were angry that she got to cum all over his face and he received nothing. She loved that tone though, love him being angry. When he brought anger into the bedroom, wonderful things happened. She played with him, only a moment. Slowly turning over on the bed, one leg draping over the other. Her ass coming into view. His eyes sparkled once he saw it, like a kid who just found out Santa had come to visit. What a present he would be getting. His eyes drawn to it immediately, his hands not far behind. By the time she settled down on her stomach, away from him, she felt fingers gently probing once more. They spread her legs out, pushed a pillow under her, making her ass stick out obscenely at him. She admired his work, loving him all the more for it. Everything he did was with precision, every moment worked out to the exact detail. She just laid there, letting him do what he needed. "Happy birthday," She said, whispering through the haze of ecstasy which warmed her entire body. Her whole body glowed after she came, a smile that would take hours to wipe from her face. He knew it, he had done it on purpose. How could she say no to him now? She felt his hands rubbing her ass, spreading the cheeks. He kneaded them, like he always did. There was a certain pleasure in this, not as much as touching other parts of her body, no, but pleasure in and of itself. She loved his hands anywhere on her, and the way her treated her ass made it feel so much more than what it was. One finger ran down the center of her ass, touching the rose bud. It was soft, and gentle. She called out, not in pain but surprise. It had felt good, tingling. Different though, very different. All of a sudden she felt so very childish, almost a virgin now. She supposed she was, with this. An anal virgin, having never had more than a curious finger back there, and now he leaned over her, so close, touching and caressing. She blushed once more, trying to hide it, even though her face was away from him. It didn't matter. Those weren't the cheeks he was occupied with at the moment. A soft giggle rose from her lips. She let it out playfully. "What is it?" She shook her head, "It just feels different, is all." "Are you ready?" What a question to ask. Was she ready? She supposed she'd never be ready, not really. She loved him though, and the way he asked the question wasn't so much for her sake, but his own. He asked it like a man wanting to hear a certain answer, his breath held, hand still caressing her ass so lovely, so tenderly. "Of course," Her voice sounded uncertain, but she said it. He heard the words anyway, not the inflection. She bit her lower lip, hearing the sound of a bottle opening. Lubricant. It felt cold on her skin. Shivers ran up her spine both warm and cold. He rubbed it in immediately, and the lube warmed to the touch. It was like pouring liquid warmth on her, spreading it out here and there. She relaxed again, moaned at the small massage he gave her. Then the first finger. It slipped inside easy enough. She held her breath as the ring of her ass squeezed around it, but the finger had so much lube there was nothing to hold onto. At once she felt invaded, taken. The finger pushing inside, like nothing else ever inside of her before. She felt weak, helpless, her body pressing down on the soft bed sheets under her. Just one finger, just the tip of one finger inside of her. She tried to call out, to say something but she had lost her breath. Once more it was stolen from her. He wiggled his finger inside of her, proud and daring. He had conquered what he wanted for so long. "Please..." The word came out hushed and low. It would have been hard to pick up if his ear were right next to her. He didn't hear her though, didn't stop. The finger moved in and out, pushing the warm lubricant inside of her. She clamped her teeth down, breathing in through them, making that sharp sound of pain. It wasn't pain though, not by his part. It was just different. She hated using that word for it. A hundred words could describe his finger pushing inside of her ass, and all that ran through her mind was different. Different pressure, different touch, different reaction. Just different. Then he pulled out. That sweet release caused her to sigh thoughtfully. There was a moment of need, she felt it, when the ring of her ass closed back up again. A feeling of loss, of emptiness. Now that feeling wasn't different. That was the same feeling. Right after being fucked, being filled by a nice large handsome cock, and then having it leave. It was the same feeling. Still... "You all right?" "It's a little tight." "You're telling me," His voice light and happy at those words. Tight was good, tighter was better. Nothing had ever touched her so, and she could imagine his lust ready to feel her gripping him as he entered her. He wanted that ring to form along his rigid cock, lubed up and ready to plunge into her depths. "Baby. I don't know. It felt so..." She didn't want to use that word. There had to be another word for it. Why had the words failed her so, at this opportune moment when she needed one the most. "It's ok... just one more finger. See how you like it." "Bruce," But he was back there once more. She felt the finger push in. Again that breathless cry from her lips. Again that sense of violation, something running deep inside of her. His finger opened her up the way no one had done before. Out of instinct she squeeze down hard. Her ring, that pouty rose bud clamped down on his finger. She felt him moan, could actually feel the vibrations of it from him inside of her. How was that even possible? Her ass had just gripped onto him, a vise. She felt him try to move his finger, and even with the lube it was near impossible. She cried out, this time loud enough for him to hear. "What... baby, what is it?" "It hurts. I don't like it." A small pause. She throbbed over him, her heartbeat all around his finger. She sucked in another breath, trying to remain calm, gooseflesh emerging all over her skin. "But...it's just a finger?" "Please... stop. Please," A tear ran down her cheek. She felt the pain now, that dull ache inside of her. She stretched something too far. Even with lube, even with just a finger, it felt like that. She would walk funny tomorrow, and feel it every time she sat down. He pushed in further. Oh God, he pushed in further. She felt herself let go, the grip she had on him ease as the lube slid him in as far as he could go. Oh, it was so far, he was crawling all the way up inside of her. "How does that feel?" Smooth and suave, even now, even with bright shards running through her brain, she knew that is how he wanted to sound to her. Cool, calm, confident. She didn't know what to do, clamping down only encouraged him further. "Bruce... Bruce I," And the second finger. God, no, not the second finger. She grabbed the sheets once more, pulling them for strength as this fat invader pushed inside of her. Lube and all didn't prepare her for its entrance. It pried, it pushed, it violated her on so many levels, she wanted to scream but couldn't. Why couldn't she scream, why wouldn't the words come to her? It slowly ran inside of her, pushing to the first one. So deep inside, pushing so far. The walls of her ass screamed for mercy. She wanted to comply, her breathless moans only came out sounding like encouragement. "No..." She shook her head, "No." "Oh God, baby. You're taking it like a champ. Look at how far I've spread you out. You're almost ready for me." Ready? To feel such fingers bring along all of this pain at once, just from their own little prying. And he wanted that big beautiful delicious cock inside there? No, oh no. Anywhere but there. She would suck him off, she'd let him fuck her all night, but not there. "No. I can't. It hurts too much. Stop," She found her strength. Once the words were formed, she found the strength. It all spilled out, faster, stronger. She propped herself up on her elbows, looking back at her lover. "Stop, Bruce. It hurts too much. I'm sorry, I know you want this, but I don't like it. Stop, please." "Don't you like it?" "No," Another tear streaked her face. It fell, heavy and diluted like some meteor flashing across the sky, "It hurts, sweetheart. Get your fingers out of me." "But," His eyes were wild, his fingers dancing inside of her, causing a small tingle of torture that pushed her flat on the bed once more. She squeezed her ass once more, trying to stop his invasion. It was impossible. She felt opened up, bloated, forced. "But... just feel it. I know it hurts, it's supposed to. You need to adjust. Once you..." "Stop it," She screamed into the mattress. "Just hold still," He said through gritted teeth. Her eyes opened. They shot open wide, finding the understanding to those words. Did he mean that? She hoped, for a fleeting moment it was some cruel joke. He played jokes sometimes on her, pushing too far. "Don't you dare..." His fingers pulled out, before slamming full force into her. She cried out, this time finding her voice, screaming the pain. The lube did nothing, it was as if it were not there. Her entire ass pressed in tight, feeling those nimble fingers of his poking and prodding. They pushed in further, further than ever before. It felt as if he wanted to shove his entire arm inside of her. A Touch of Revenge "No!" She screamed, her pleas final and yet useless. Already she could feel her resolve giving in. There was nothing left, no fight left inside of her. His fingers pushed in further and further, each time it hurt less and less. He was right, yes, it did just take some time to adjust, but that didn't matter. How could he, how could he do this to her? She wanted to leave. Tears already running freely from her face, sobbing into their bed. Another wet spot, but this one so different from the others they created here together. His cock felt hard and warm as it replaced his fingers. She thrashed about, flailing, trying to get away. She didn't want him inside of her, she didn't want him anywhere near her. "No," She struggled, but his warm caring arms soothed her. They captured her, as he bent over his voice warm, his tone soothing. It sounded like angels, and she cried at such a loving voice having to say those nasty words. "Just take it, take it..." And then, she let go. She fell back to the bed, crying softly. She didn't resist though, she couldn't. He wanted her to take it, and so she did. She lay there, limp and soft as his lubed dick aligned with her. When he pushed into her she cried. She cried out loud, but didn't stop him. She didn't kick him off. He wanted inside of her ass, he wanted this more than anything. She screamed the last of her innocence as the head pushed into her. Her back arched, feeling joined to him for the first time there. Their form became fused. His cock slid alongside of her, she sheathed him. It hurt, she actually bent down to bite at the pillow, trying to stop the pain. Her entire body shook and thrashed as he began to fuck her ass. He didn't wait for her to adjust, didn't wait for her to become used to it. He rammed himself inside, already lost in his own lust, already gone to her. She lay there, naked, useless. A hole for him to fuck, is that what she was broken down to? Years of love and laughter and sharing amounted to a drunken birthday present gone horribly wrong. Then she felt his hand snake under her body, pushing between her flat stomach and the soft pillow keeping her at such an impossible angle. It slithered along, finding her sex beneath her. A soft shudder went through as she realized what he was going to no. "No," Her plea again, weak and trembling as his fingers found her clit. They found and touched, just as he always did with her. Eyes open wide to the world, her body beginning to betray her. Not here, not like this. She couldn't cum in the midst of all this pain. His fingers knew what to do though, they had touched her hundreds of times before. He knew every crevice of her body, every soft contour that craved pleasure. And she did crave pleasure. She knew it from the moment he pushed into her. The pressure and deep rutting from before, so close to what it once was. The sound of sharp sex, bodies crashing together, to smell of them in heat against each other. His nimble fingers worked with the pleasure she sought, even as she begged him to stop, her hips grinding into his touch. She came, soft, against him, crying out as she did. Nothing felt right anymore, her whole body shuddered in weakness. She just wanted to get it over with. She squeezed into him, into his hard rutting atop of her. It hurt to squeeze herself there, but she did. She did because it would help him cum faster. Get it over with, get him off of her. "That's it, baby," She said, between sobs, "Cum for me." She felt something rip inside of her, bringing a new onset of pain. A sharp cry, as he pistoned himself, grabbing her hips, running his entire body over hers and then letting loose his cry of pure pleasure. She too cried, but her cries were very different from his own. Different. There was that word again. It seemed like she could not get away from it tonight. He finished up inside of her, his cock shriveling fast. She once worshipped that cock, once gave it so much love, felt it give her love in return. She would never deny bringing his hard rigid cock into her mouth. To her it always tasted sweet, sweet and delicious. Often she licked her lips just thinking about it. Not anymore though. Now, she wanted it out of her. She wanted him off. She actually pushed him, feeling and hearing that final sick sound of his cock as it left her gaping hole. She found her feet, even though they were trembling. For a moment she thought they might not work. She tested one leg, putting her weight on it. It shook with weakness but held. She rushed into the bathroom. There she turned on the shower as hard and hot as the water would go, and stepped inside. For a moment all she could do was try and get clean. The water scolded her skin, making it bright and red. The steam made it impossible to see, and maybe that was for the best. She didn't want to see herself now, didn't want to see what he had done to her body. How could he? She grabbed the soap, scrubbing, trying to get clean. She could never be clean though, never again. No matter how hard she tried, it would always haunt her. The dreams of him forcing her. Those hard muscles fighting her. She felt fingers pushing in without regard. His voice, that tone, those words, everything. Just take it. He just wanted her to take it. After all those years, after everything they had shared, she was just supposed to take it. She wanted him to take it. Looking down she saw blood. As the near boiling water rained down on her, body broken and bruised, she could feel cum leaking from her ass. When she looked down it wasn't just cum though, but the blood ran freely beside it. Her heart grew so cold at that moment. She wanted to imagine that blood as the last of her innocence, that bright eyed teenager who still played doctor and who would never grow tired of touching herself in the dark after everyone else had gone to bed. This little girl pooled on the shower floor, running into the drain. She made him like it too. He had touched her very core in the agony of it all, making her cum, making her shudder with ecstasy during her own rape. That is what made it so much worse. If nothing else she could handle being raped, but not forced to enjoy it. No one be forced to enjoy it. She wanted him to take it. She wanted to give it to him just like he gave it to her. Why not? He deserved it. He deserved such pain and misery, to feel as she felt. She could never remember feeling worse, never in her life had so many emotions run through her, so much pain. Never had she felt so weak as this day right now. But, in that weakness, in her own lost and helpless self she found strength. She would rape him. She would rape his virgin ass, and make him pay. And what made it worse? She would make him enjoy it as well. The thought dwelled in her heart after the shower was done. She didn't leave, didn't call for a cab or pack her bags or even just run out screaming into the middle of the night. No. She quietly dried herself off and went back to bed. He was already under the covers, looking up at her with groggy eyes when she returned. "Baby?" She said nothing, but cuddled up next to him. He put his arm around her, like he always did. She felt nothing from it. She used to feel so warm, so safe with his arm around her, as if nothing in the world could hurt her. Now, she knew better. She still snuggled in with him though, still did as she always did. She pretended that his touch spread warmth through her skin, even though it sickened her to the core. "I am sorry... I got excited." "It's ok," She said, silencing his words with a sweet small kiss. "Are you ok? You sure?" "I'm fine... go to sleep." And he did. He went to sleep. She just lay there in his arms, staring up at the ceiling. She would think and plan, mull it over, grind it up again and again until it was a fine powder for her to use, like any other tool. Her revenge would not be blunt or fast. No, no, this was going to be a refined revenge. A touch of revenge. Just for him. She wanted it done in a week, but in the end it took months to plan. The hardest part was to find a man. A real man, or at least one who could act like one when the time came. She searched the internet, finding dead ends everywhere. Many of the men online could talk the talk, but when it came down to it, few could walk the walk. Two months, she found the right guy though. He was tall and proud, muscular and developed too. That is what she also wanted. Bruce's cock was bigger than average, and she wanted one bigger than average as well. Not too big, not overtly so. She didn't want to hurt her Bruce, not anymore than he hurt her. This man was perfect though. He was just the right size. By that time, she realized her birthday was coming up soon. Oh, her birthday. How fitting. She wanted this to happen on her birthday. What a present it would be. She could execute her little touch of revenge on her birthday, the very best present she would ever get. They celebrated when the day finally came. Dinner at home, a bottle of wine. He bought her a bracelet, and kissed her every chance he got. She swooned, leaning in with her kisses. She covered him with her own, her heart not in it. Her heart was elsewhere, it had left. Already she felt sick with his touch, as if it were battery acid on her skin. You wouldn't know it though, to look at her. She thought herself the most clever girl in the world, she should have gotten an award for all the acting she did. To kiss him like that, to make love to him afterwards, to go on with her job and her life as if everything were normal, such pain and anger growing inside of her. Then, at a half hour until midnight, when she lay naked next to him on the floor, she told him, "I want to try something tonight." "Try something?" He brushed the hairs away from her eyes. She smiled at him, that smile holding daggers that he would never see. "Uh huh. Think of it as another birthday present, for me," She leaned down, taking one of his nipples into her mouth. She heard the soft moan she wanted to hear. "What is it?" He had to catch his breath as he said it. "Just come with me, into the bedroom." She led him, like leading a child through the woods. Her hand grabbed his so graciously, so softly. When she pulled on him it felt almost comedic, but he followed her. He walked with her to the bedroom, her in the lead. She eased him back onto the bed, laying him down. "You want to be on top?" She smiled, "Something like that. Turn over." He cocked his head to one side, "Over?" "Please," She begged him, she begged him like she had begged him so many other times before. Just one last request, one final solution to all of the problems. Why not? Why not turn over for her, to let her have her birthday present. "Ok," He turned over, his back to her. Lean and strong, it had the look of an Adonis. She smiled at that, bringing out her little toys. "This is for you," She clasped the handcuffs to his wrist. He watched with utter fascination, a dirty smile crossing his lips. She could not help but smile herself. Her smile wasn't dirty though, it was too wide, and her eyes too sharp. She had the look of some mad hatter dancing around the tea party. She was thankful he couldn't see her. She put the other cuff through the headboard, and bound his other wrist. Off she went, light and frolicking around the room to each of his ankles. She spread one out far, binding it to one side of the bed, and then his other ankle to the other side. There, spread eagle. The perfect position. She lay beside him, her hand running up and down his spine. "You know, you were a very bad boy." "Was?" He turned to look at her, anticipation running through his face. "Oh yes. You remember your birthday, don't you?" "How could I forget. It was the best present I have ever gotten. Thank you," He leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled away. She didn't have to kiss him anymore, it was beyond funny little kisses and fake giggles. "I told you to stop." "What?" It was as if he were trying to find the meaning behind her words, trying to understand how that was sexy or fun at all. Nothing came to his mind, she could tell. "I asked you to stop, and then I told you to stop. But you didn't stop. You were a bad boy." This time his eyes searched hers, and for a moment she thought that he understood. Something, not quite fear, but something ran just beneath his skin. "I don't understand..." "Of course you don't. But you will. You will understand just perfectly. And I want to help you understand, baby. I want you to understand just how I felt that night. Ok?" "What?" He pulled at the chains for the first time. They held though, of course they would hold. She made sure they were strong and durable, that they would not move an inch. He had to feel useless and helpless, and do nothing except lie there. Yes. Lie there like she had to do. And then her toy came out. Her own little cock. It was a tall proud muscular cock, emerging from the closet just on cue. She smiled at her cock, and waved him over. "Bruce, this is my friend. He is going to help you understand." "What the fuck?" Her cock already climbed on top of the bed, moving himself between Bruce's bound legs. Bruce really started to struggle now. He pulled and pushed, gripping as hard as he could. "Yes," She whispered in his ear, watching as her cock took out the lube, "Yes, that is how I struggled, that is how I tried to get away from you when you pushed yourself inside of me, do you remember, Bruce? It wasn't that long ago, please tell me you remember." That cold liquid touching his ass. It didn't quite dawn on Bruce just what was going to happen until he felt that. Then he knew. She could tell, she saw the change in his eyes, the wide utter horror of them. She smiled, nodding, kissing his cute little nose. "Don't worry, you gave me some words of advice to help you." She watched in fascination as her cock lubed up Bruce's ass. Those hands smothering the liquid around, pushing it between his cheeks. She giggled as one finger pressed against his tight little puckered hole. Bruce's whole body went rigid, his breath stalled as the finger found footing, slipping inside. A wave of pleasure ran over her at this sight. "You just need to adjust, that's all," She laughed at that, laughed and giggled and was whole again. That was all she needed, all she needed to have whatever hate and pain had been growing inside of her to dislodge and float away. She was herself again, small and meek and submissive, and wanting strong arms around her. Two fingers followed, pushing themselves inside of him. This time Bruce struggled, but it wasn't against the binds which held him tight. He struggled against the fingers, those large fat invaders which refused to give anything. All they could do was take. The ultimate imbalance of power. Then, her cock began rubbing the lube all over his own rigid shaft. She watched as it gleamed in the light. She held her breath, seeing it being guided down to Bruce's waiting ass. "Just take it," She whispered in his ear, dark and malicious were her words, "Just take it." The cock slipped inside. Bruce screamed, he screamed as loud and as hard as she screamed. Actual tears fell down his face as he screamed. A wickedly wonderful smile reached her lips, as she went to kiss those tears from his face. "It's so beautiful, I know. Almost over now, lover," And then her true revenge began. She slipped her hand underneath him. It ran past his stomach, to his cock. Her eyes widened when she felt Bruce already hard. "Oh, see... how long have you been fantasizing about this happening to you, Bruce? How long have you been wanting this to happen?" She was sure if he could answer he would, but his mouth kept busy screaming out the rigid pain he felt as that cock slid inch by inch into him. It was a sight to see, she leaned over, getting a closer look. Small delicate fingers of her own trailed along his cock. It cupped him and ran down his length. She felt him stir at her simple touch. A simple loving touch, her hands always knowing where to touch. She had taken his cock many times, she knew it more than intimately. Her hands played with him, getting him excited about his own rape. "That's right sweetheart. Enjoy it. What a wonderful birthday present." To force him to enjoy it. And he did. She squeezed the head and ran her fingers down, up and down on his cock. She felt the stirring almost immediately. Bruce began bucking into her hand, working perfectly with the cock inside of his ass. It found Bruce's rhythm, and matched it. She watched in amazement as the cock disappeared all the way inside. She didn't think it possible, to see it up close like this, to even be able to feel the heat radiate from their bodies. She watched in fascination. He let out a scream, wordless and pained which turned into a groan halfway through, and she felt him grow as hard as steel. She knew, moving her hand faster, she knew he was there. "That's it baby," She squealed, "Cum for me." He came into the soft pillow beneath him, wonderful white and thick. She licked her lips just thinking about it. Enjoy it, enjoy it all Bruce. Enjoy being forced. She began to play with herself. She didn't know why, but the visions in the room, the high level of excitement did something to her. Her skin tingled as it hadn't done in months. She dropped her delicate fingers to her soft opening, and let them play. Already sharp breaths were coming in. She saw it. She waited for her cock, that well oiled piston running into Bruce's now well fucked ass. It didn't take long. His eyes, dark and mysterious just locked onto her playing with herself. She only blushed a moment, the heat rising from her cunt to her face, before she put on a show for him. When he fucked Bruce, she imagined it was her. She wanted to be under this tall powerful horse, to feel him ride her like this. Those hard strokes taking her, her fingernails running down his entire body, her cunt devouring his shaft. She let out a cry, hard and strong, a good cry for a woman cumming, a powerful cry. A woman deserved to cum like that, to know she could scream her orgasms and not be afraid of anyone or anything. He came with her. They came in unison, she in her hands, and he inside of Bruce's ass. They seemed joined for a moment, sharing in her revenge, and all they could think of was each other. And she no longer felt afraid. She kissed Bruce on the lips, seeing a fresh set of tears falling from his eyes. She had no a desire to taste them though. "Thank you... for everything," She said, and she meant it too. There was no more hurt or malice in her voice. She was done, like a warrior without a war to fight, throwing down her weapon and leaving the battlefield in peace. He forced her to enjoy it, she forced him the same. They were square. "Don't worry, once I'm gone he'll uncuff you." She kissed her cock as well. His embrace warm and wonderful on her lips. She pulled away, another blush rising against her creamy skin. "Maybe some other time," She whispered in his ear, watching below as his limp cock pulled out of the well worn ass. It turned her on so, the shiver running throughout her felt like a good promise of things to come. "Goodbye," Her suitcase packed, she only needed to throw on some clothing. A cab waited outside, honking impatiently. She could leave now, with a good conscious and a clear head. Outside, amidst the bumbling city and rainy skyline, nothing else remained. Except perhaps, for a touch of revenge.