0 comments/ 183787 views/ 24 favorites Midnight Solstice By: Ellisyn "Sweetheart," John glanced up at the beckoning of his wife. She stood in the doorway wearing her coat and with her purse slung over her shoulder. "Catherine is waiting to talk to you on the computer. I'm heading out for groceries." John smiled at his wife over the top of his newspaper. "Okay…have you got enough money?" She chuckled as she ran a hand through her long dark hair. "Do we ever? I'll stick in on the card." John smirked and watched her leave. Remembering his daughter he drifted over to the computer and smiled when he saw her waving at him via the web cam connection. It still amazed him that he could even see his daughter's smiling face…he just wasn't used to this web cam deal but now he was glad he had gotten for her for her twenty-first birthday three weeks ago. He had missed seeing her since she had gone away to college last fall nearly eight hundred miles away. They had only seen her once since then, for Christmas, and she was gone long before they were ready to see her go. Catherine looked as beautiful as ever. Her short, wavy black hair was framing her face, locks falling into her sparkling green eyes and John felt a tug as his heartstrings as he sat down and put on the microphone. "Hi baby." He said with a smile and she smirked adjusting her microphone, looking so much like his wife that is startled him. "Hi Daddy." Her voice carried over the distance and he reached out the monitor to touch her face. The cold, flat screen met his fingertips and he wished he could hold her. Seeing her and hearing her just wasn't enough. He missed his baby girl…his only child. "How are you?" His voice was husky and he saw the homesick look in her eyes. "I'm okay. Busy, busy…I miss you guys." He smiled wistfully. "We miss you too." Catherine sat back in her chair and he saw that she was wearing a black tank top, very clingy and low cut with a glittering gemstone star across the front. He knew she was probably wearing it with her low-slung hip hugging black jeans. They were her favorite, and with the tiny rhinestone star on the back pocket, they would be a perfect match for the provocative top. He was once again reminded of the fact that Catherine wasn't his little girl anymore. She was all grown up now. The impressive swell of her bosom against the thin fabric was also a pertinent reminder of her coming of age and John shifted somewhat uncomfortably in his office chair. She had to be dating…was she still a virgin? How many men had placed their hands on those perfect breasts? Feeling a swell of protective anger swell through him he frowned slightly. "Any boyfriends yet?" Catherine laughed. "Not exactly. Just concentrating on school for now. I never realized how challenging becoming a lawyer would be." John chuckled. "Well, once you're rich just don't forget who paid for your education. I never realized how expensive you becoming a lawyer would be." Catherine rolled her eyes. "Dad." He laughed. "Yeah all right, you're worth every penny." Catherine grinned. "Damn straight!" Just then he heard a faint knock in the background and Catherine glanced towards her front door. "Just a second Daddy, there's someone at the door." He gave her the thumbs up sign and watched her lithe figure as she stood and walked away from him. He was right; she was wearing the black jeans. It seemed to take forever for her to return, and when she did she was just a blur on the screen. He frowned peering closer and his heart stopped in his chest. The camera was aimed at her office chair normally but she had pushed it aside to answer the door and it was aimed directly at the bed now. Catherine had apparently just bounced onto the bed. Was she going to talk to him from there? Something was wrong…there was someone else in the room! He tried to make out who it was and what was happening. Catherine's voice carried across the room to the microphone. "Please don't hurt me!" He felt his heart hammer against his chest. What was happening? The dark figure loomed over her menacingly and John wasn't sure what to do. Catherine's face was a mask of terror as she lay sprawled across the bed, and slowly, the figure lowered himself on top of her. Her whimper of fear was barely heard above the static and John struggled to make everything make sense. "Don't worry buttercup, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm going to make you feel real good." The deep masculine voice made John's stomach turn. What was the bastard intending to do to his little girl? Apparently, the intruder was unaware he was being filmed. It was no wonder, the web cam was tiny and looked almost exactly like a regular camera and undoubtedly, Catherine's screensaver had come on by now. The man tried to kiss her and Catherine struggled beneath him. His large black hands roamed up to her breasts, squeezing them through the thin fabric. She screamed. "Help!" The man laughed. "Go ahead and scream baby, no one can hear you. It's Friday night and everyone is partying." John's heart clutched in his chest. He could hear her. She must know that as she cast a despondent glance towards the computer. The man continued to assault her breasts and Catherine began to cry, her tears pouring down her cheeks at her own helplessness. John hurriedly grabbed up the phone. The deafening static startled him and he remembered, he was online, he couldn't make a phone call and be online at the same time. But he just couldn't force himself to disconnect. He couldn't bear not to know what was happening. Helpless, he tried to think of something to do, but nothing would come to mind. He was just going to have to watch… The man was much larger than Catherine and pinned her easily. He tore the shirt from her body with ease revealing her braless, flawless figure. The beautiful breasts sprang free, nipples erect from the chill of the room. Catherine struggled and fought for all she was worth but the man just pinned her arms down over her head and lowered his mouth to her nipples. Catherine's body arched under the touch of his lips, a reaction only a virgin could have. John whirled around, eyes flying to the open doorway into the entry. It would be a long time before his wife came home. What could he do? Catherine's whimper made him look back at the monitor. The man had both of her arms pinned with one hand and was deftly undoing her jeans. Her eyes pleaded for her daddy to help her but he couldn't do much of anything. He was almost as helpless as she was. With one hand he slid her jeans down her body revealing her luscious, long legs, tone, tight body and the simple white cotton underwear beneath. He tore these free from her making her scream and John swallowed as she now lie there naked, at the mercy of this monster atop her. Her beautiful, virgin pussy was neatly trimmed, curly dark hair begging to be tugged with teeth and fingers. In the midst of her struggling, Catherine seemed to be trying to cover herself. Who could blame her? Her father was seeing her naked. The man moaned at the sight of her naked body and slid a hand down to her cunt. He traced a thumb over her clitoris and sought entrance to her tiny love canal with his big, black fingers. Catherine wept, struggling against him and begged him for mercy. "Crying won't do you no good baby," He said leering down at her. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard…" John felt his heart sink. This bastard was going to rape his child right in front of him. He wanted to rip the guy's head off but there was nothing he could do. Slowly, with one hand abusing her tiny pussy, the man wriggled out of his jeans, which were his only clothing. A huge black cock sprang forth, at least nine inches long and about two inches around. Catherine's eyes widened in terror as did John's. The guy was going to split her in two. Still holding her hands over her head, the guy lowered his mouth to her snatch making her gasp as she tried to get away but he was too strong for her. His mouth roamed over her untouched pussy as if savoring an ice cream cone. For ten long minutes he tongue fucked her swirling his tongue over her clitoris with a practiced touch until he had her writing beneath him and her cunt was soaking wet. Then, very slowly, he sank his rock hard cock to the hilt in her tiny vagina. Catherine screamed as he ripped into her, his huge cock impossibly disappearing into that tiny entrance. He moaned holding still inside of her and caressed her clit with his fingers. "God you're so tight." He gasped. "So tight baby, yeah…" He pivoted his hips, grinding himself against her, and Catherine gasped, her back arching as her hips bucked with the movement. He held each of her hands over her head and lay down practically on top of her and began to pump his huge black cock in and out of her, slowly, savoring it. As his thick shaft disappeared into her tight pussy again and again, John felt a strange sensation overcome him. He was horrified watching his little daughter get raped, but something about that cock sinking into…he felt a bulge growing in his pants and guilt washed over him. Catherine pleaded with him to stop but he just started fucking her faster, his huge cock sliding in and out of her tight little snatch like a baseball bat in the hole of a doughnut. John tried to close his eyes but he was entranced by what he saw. His beautiful little girl struggling against the huge black man, his cock dominating and abusing her and he realized with a wash of guilt that he was sinfully turned on. He wanted to be that big black guy raping his daughter. He wanted to feel those tight virgin walls closing around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. Blocking the guilt he stroked his cock through his pants and began to masturbate. Catherine had ceased her tears and was now whimpering beneath him as he slid his dick in and out her, being sure to tease her clit every now and then with his fingers. His cock swelled and his breath grew ragged as he pumped in and out of her, slowly picking up speed. As the big black shaft began to pump in and out of her and an increasing rate of speed, Catherine choked on a moan her little body trembling beneath him. John's cock hardened instantly in his hand. His little baby had just had an orgasm. The black man groaned bucking still faster. "Oh yeah baby you're so tight, yeah, cum for me baby." Catherine gasped and shuttered as his fingers found her clit again and he went still faster inside of her, now pumping his cock into the hilt in a blur, fingers playing a circular pattern relentlessly on the her swollen nub. Catherine's little body arched up against him as he sank himself into her again and again. John felt his cock swelling, felt the impending orgasm and his body trembled as his jaw hung open. The man pumped himself still harder into his little girl and Catherine gasped, eyes rolling back into her head as he came. He continued his assault for a moment longer as a gallon of hot semen assaulted her battered vagina. At the same moment John exploded in orgasm his hot cum spraying the desk and the exposed wall. He gasped still milking it for a minute, staring in lust at his daughter's gorgeous body. The man slowed his pumping to a crawl and lowered a passionate kiss to her lips. Catherine struggled briefly and he slowly climbed off of her, his huge dick sliding limply from her body. He smirked and grabbed his jeans. "Thanks baby." He said and left. Catherine lay there for a long few minutes and then curled onto her side crying softly. Coming to his senses, John fastened his pants and hurried out the door to his neighbor's house to call the police. When he ran back in he hurriedly cleaned up the mess and watched the ambulance come to take his daughter away. She came home three weeks later and gave the baby up for adoption when it was born. She was never quite the same after that, his little girl. And neither was he. This story was written for U5300…you know who you are. Please feel free to submit story ideas! Midnight Solstice: Vengeance This is the companion to Midnight Solstice – I did not intend for a sequel, but I’ve received countless emails begging a conclusion. So for those who asked…this is for you. Catherine had been home for nearly a year. She wasn’t the same as she used to be. John noticed this with some dismay, trying every way he knew how to cheer his only child, but it seemed hopeless. The year before, Catherine had been brutally raped, her virginity stolen, and as a result had become pregnant. Her assailant had yet to be found, and ever since giving up the baby, Catherine had sank into an even deeper pit of despair and depression. She had also not gone back to school despite encouragement from both parents and other outside influences to do so. Getting on with her life didn’t seem to be Catherine’s top priority and she had gone from a bright and shining girl with her whole life ahead of her to a pitiful, frightened creature who never left her room. John had at last come to a conclusion. The only way Catherine was ever going to get on with her life would be to wreak vengeance on her rapist. Fueled by a lust to make his daughter happy, John threw all of his finances into finding the bastard via private investigators. It had taken nearly six months and fifty thousand dollars, but at last, word came, and he was shaking as he hung up the phone. He should call the police. It was the ‘right’ thing to do. But John wasn’t in the mood to do the right thing. Quietly, he arranged a flight for the eight hundred mile journey for justice. The night before he was scheduled to leave, he announced at dinner that he was leaving. “I have a little business trip tomorrow.” He told his wife and daughter, hoping his voice didn’t shake or convey that he was lying. Catherine seemed unmoved. She just nodded numbly but his wife looked perturbed. “Now? You’re leaving now?” Her meaning was clear. She didn’t want him to go anywhere while Catherine was so despondent. He looked carefully to his twenty-two year old daughter who was idly playing with her spaghetti. Last year she had been beautiful and sexy. Now she sat in her oversized sweatshirt and faded blue jeans, her hair caught in a makeshift ponytail staring with unseeing eyes at a plateful of pasta. “Tomorrow.” He told his wife. “I’ll be back before you know it. It’s just overnight.” His wife sighed giving him a look and reaching over to smooth Catherine’s shining dark hair. The following morning, John awoke and dressed, packed a bag and stepped into Catherine’s room. She was sitting on her bed wrapped in a towel, fresh out of the shower, her shoulder-length hair dripping water down her back. She looked so wan and thin and joyless that he nearly cried as he went and knelt before her. “I’m leaving baby.” She nodded looking away, out the window. “Okay.” Gently he reached out and took her hands. “Everything is about to get better sweetheart. I promise.” She just shrugged and he felt the anger wash over him anew. His poor little girl…that bastard was going to pay. The airport was crowded but he barely saw the milling strangers as he arranged for his flight. He had one focus. Revenge. On the plane, he meditated the time away by staring at the scrap of paper he held. It was a name. The name that would save them all. He had it memorized but he red it over and over again. Brad Gossett. That was the name of the monster that had shattered his child. The very thought made him ground his teeth in fury. Once the plane had landed, John checked into a nearby airport motel and called a cab. He was furious at the police as he gazed out the window. The P.I. had discovered that Brad was living right on the campus where Catherine had been raped. He had left not only his semen, but also his face as evidence (via the web cam) and still they hadn’t caught him. All the better he supposed. For the plan. The campus was swarming with kids. He followed the complicated layout to the dorm where Brad lived and went down the hall to his room. He could hear the passionate sounds of lovemaking through the door. Not wanting anyone to see him, he decided to wait and camped in the bathroom down the hall, peering through the door. After twenty minutes or so, it opened and a tall, lean black girl stepped out of the room shoulder her purse and smiling up at a mammoth black man. John’s stomach churned. It was him, Brad. He had watched that monster rape his child and would know the face anywhere. After the girl had sauntered off he waited until the door closed, then approached and knocked. With a fellow Brad’s size, he couldn’t very well just knock him over the head. He had a more complicated plan in mind. “Yeah?” Brad opened the door and arched a brow at him. “Brad Gossett?” He asked unnecessarily. “I’m Special Agent Holtz with the FBI.” He quickly flashed the fake plastic badge he had bought at a local toy store the day before. “I need to ask you some questions in regards to the rape of Catherine Burney.” It worked. Little beads of sweat instantly broke out across Brad’s forehead. “I don’t know nothing about it.” He said quickly trying to shut the door. John blocked it with his foot. “May I come in Mr. Gossett?” Looking very nervous, Brad cautiously let him in. John was instantly disgusted. Pictures ripped out Playboy and Penthouse hung all over the walls. “Like I said man, don’t know anything about that girl. I heard about it, that’s all.” Brad started shuffling around the room, trying to neaten it up a bit. “Relax Mr. Gossett, you’re not in any trouble…yet.” He cleared a stack of porn videos off a chair and sat down. Uneasily, Brad sat on the bed across from him. “Are you aware that the alleged rape was caught on tape via Miss Burney’s web camera?” Brad paled a bit. “I uh…heard something like that.” John smiled dryly. “Well, it seems Miss Burney’s father identified the assailant from a photo line-up last night.” Brad tensed, looking ready to leap out the window. “Mr. Gossett, do you know a young man by the name of Desmond Cooper?” Brad blinked. “What?” John crossed his legs pulling a legal pad out of his briefcase. “I understand you and Mr. Cooper don’t like each other very much.” John’s P.I. had done his homework. Brad would be only to happy to pin the blame on his much-hated enemy who coincidentally, looked a great deal like him. Brad eyed him, shifting carefully on the bed. “Could you identify Mr. Cooper on sight Mr. Gossett?” Slowly, Brad nodded. “Yeah…I guess so.” John pretended to make a notation on the legal pad. “Do you think Mr. Cooper could rape a young girl?” Brad finally seemed to get it, looking all at once relieved and thoughtful, as if hatching a plan. “Yeah, he’d do that.” He said too quickly and John nodded. “Mr. Gossett, would you be willing to come to the station with me and point out Mr. Cooper in a lineup?” Brad suddenly seemed happy to oblige, grinning broadly. “That bastard gonna go to jail?” John forced a smile. “With your help, he just might.” Brad ambled happily to his massive feet. “Sure, I come. I’ll help. You know…anything to help that poor girl.” If he had ever come close to blowing his cover, it was then. John had to clamp his hands to the sides of the chair to keep from attacking Brad, a maniacal grin held in place, teeth clamped so hard his eyes bulged. Silently, he counted to ten and relaxed his grip on the chair. “Here’s the thing Mr. Gossett…” He stood slowly. “Mr. Cooper is being held in Indiana, about eight hundred miles from here. That’s where Ms. Burney lives so he would have to be tried there. We’re willing of course, to provide your airline ticket, hotel room and meals.” John knew that most men in Brad’s position would leap at a chance like that. A free vacation essentially. He didn’t count on Brad being very smart, but then, the kid was school. “Doesn’t he have to be tried where the crime is committed?” John didn’t miss a beat; he was too desperate to convince the kid. “Normally yes, but because the child that resulted from the rape was born in Indiana, the rules change.” Brad looked dazed. “Child?” John wondered that he hadn’t heard. It had been in the papers of course. But then he remembered…they had tried to keep that quiet. “Yes Mr. Gossett, a pregnancy resulted from the rape.” Brad had to steady himself on the back of a chair. “Wha…what was it?” John eyed him uncertainly as he picked up his briefcase. “A boy I think. I believe he was given up for adoption.” Brad actually seemed affected by the news. John had to remind himself that the massive man before him had brutally raped his daughter. He needed to stay focused. “So, are you in?” John held up the airline ticket. Slowly, Brad took it and looked it over. “Sure, yeah. We have to leave tomorrow?” John nodded. “Time is our ally Mr. Gossett.” Brad nodded. “I gotta pack and stuff. You can get me excused and stuff so I can make up my work, right?” John gave him a bright smile. “Of course.” He left then promising to be back at seven the next morning to pick him up. In his motel room, he mapped out his plan. Promptly at seven the next morning, John picked up Brad in a cab and they drove to the airport and flew back to Indiana. As promised, Brad’s hotel room was waiting for him. What he didn’t know, was that John had a key and would be back that night. “I’ll come get you tomorrow morning for the lineup identification. Enjoy your stay.” He said in a friendly manner, and he drove home while his P.I. kept an eye on Brad. The P.I. called him that night once Brad was asleep. It was almost two in the morning. Getting dressed, all in black, John moved down the hall to his daughter’s room. She was asleep, curled on her side bunched up under the covers. “Catherine,” He whispered, touching her shoulder. “Baby, wake up.” Catherine suddenly gasped, almost screaming and tore away from him. He was quick to catch her before she fell out of bed. “It’s me!” He whispered. “It’s Daddy.” Catherine took a moment to calm down then looked blearily at the clock over his shoulder. “Daddy? Is something wrong?” He shook his head. “No, no sweetie, everything’s fine. I want to take you somewhere, get dressed okay? Wear something sexy. Don’t ask questions, it’s important.” Catherine looked utterly puzzled as he left the room. He waited in the living room and she came out a few minutes later in a clingy red silk dress and high heels looking pensive. “What’s going on?” She hissed quietly. He stood and led her to the bathroom. “You’ll see. Put on your make-up, do your hair.” She did as he asked and then in the hall he handed her a long black trench coat to wear. They got in the car and he drove to the motel. Now she looked really suspicious. He turned to her in the car once he had parked. “It’s payback time Catherine. Daddy has a special gift, just for you.” She looked a little frightened. “What are you talking about? Daddy, please, let’s go home.” He climbed out of the car and helped her out. “Don’t be scared honey, no one is going to touch you.” He led her to the motel room and quietly as possible fit the key in the lock and eased open the door gesturing for her to be quiet. He saw Brad’s giant form stretched out on the bed fast asleep. “Wait out here.” He whispered and shut the door. Stealthily, he moved to Brad and soaked a rag in chloroform. Lightning fast he leaped on the man, pressing the rag hard against his face. Brad bolted upright, nearly dislodging him and then black out. Working fast, John stripped the giant man naked and gagged him with the sort of gag that’s a ball that goes in the mouth and buckles around the back of the head. Ever worried that the huge fellow would wake up and kill him he had him tied spread eagle in seconds using heavy duty leather buckles to fasten his hands over his head and his feet spread apart to the metal four-poster bed frame. Those bed frames were the whole reason he had selected this motel in the first place. Mindful of Brad’s enormous strength he took the added precaution of securing a fifth length of leather from Brad’s neck to a metal grate that was bolted into the floor. Studying his handiwork, he moved to the door and pulled Catherine inside, flicking on the light. Catherine screamed and backed against the door. “Cath, it’s okay, he’s tied down, he can’t hurt you!” She stared in horror at Brad and then looked slowly to her father. “What is this?” He shut double bolted the door and looked into her eyes. “If you say no, it ends right here. I’ll call the police and they’ll take him away. But I wanted to give you a chance for vengeance.” Catherine looked ever so slowly back at Brad and whispered, “What kind of vengeance?” Wordlessly, John handed her the bag he had brought along. Inside was a bottle of Vaseline, a baseball, a set of alligator nipple clamps, a small plastic tube, a fireball (the candy), and a tube of icy hot. Catherine rifled through the items and then slowly, stripped off the trench coat looking at Brad with fire in her eyes. “Vengeance.” She whispered. When Brad woke up a few minutes later, Catherine was straddling him, stroking his gigantic cock in her soft hand. Confused as hell and little scared, he was still mightily aroused and moaned through the rubber ball gag. She smiled at him. “Like that big boy?” He nodded carefully, not sure what was going on. She knelt and took that giant cock into her mouth, sucking him and stroking him. He groaned, arching his hips against her face. She stood after a moment, stripping off the tiny red dress, standing naked before him. Climbing back on top of him she balanced on her feet over his cock and lowered herself on top of his cock so that two inches of his beast-like penis was inside of her. He groaned, wanting more. She started fucking him then, playing with her nipples, sliding up and down on his shaft, moaning. John stood a few feet behind her and to the right behind the extended wall so Brad couldn’t see him. Peering around the wall he bit back a groan, his cock growing rock hard in his pants. Catherine pivoted up and down on his massive cock, gasping and playing with her clit, writhing in faux pleasure. John watched her tiny cunt eat up all nine inches of that mammoth black cock and his hand involuntarily slid down his pants and he began stroking his shaft in time to her fucking. Catherine ground her hips against his and moaned loudly. Now in ecstasy and no longer caring why this was happening, Brad was moaning through the gag, clearly on the verge of release. Feeling him swell and tense, Catherine torturously slid off of him and smiled. “Why don’t we get kinky? She said coyly. From the bag she fished out the plastic tube and the fireball. Seeing this, Brad looked rather nervous. She coated the tube in the Vaseline and approached him. “I’m going to make you feel so hot baby.” She hissed and slid it three inches into his ass. He winced looking fearful, his erection fading. Not wanting that to happen she pivoted so her back was to his face and sank back onto his cock. She slid up and down a few times and he groaned, swelling inside of her again. Smiling, she dropped the fireball into the tube and then withdrew it from his ass. At first, it just felt like a little hard thing, but in a few minutes… Meanwhile, she kept fucking him, hands on his thighs to keep her balance. He was moaning, not even feeling that little hard thing in his ass. Catherine turned without pulling off of him and started fucking him faster. Then she leaned forward and opened the jagged alligator nipple clamps. SNAP, right onto his nipples. Brad arched, making her gasp as his cock drove deeply into her and his eyes widened. He looked pained for a minute and she trembled in orgasm. John was in agony behind the wall holding his cock tight in his hand. After a minute, the initial pain subsided and Brad pivoted his hips in answer to the nipple clamps. Catherine moaned, eyes closing, head rolling back and she started fucking him good. He moaned and suddenly his moan turned into a shriek as the fireball’s protective coating was gone and it started burning like a son of a bitch. Catherine laughed victoriously and began fucking him grandiosely. “I told you I would make you feel hot!” She squealed in delight as his hips bucked wildly, his screams through the gag sounding tortured and howling. She gasped moaning, just riding the bucking bronco and trembled in an earth shattering orgasm. John was barely able to contain is his own release as he watched, jerking himself off and biting back his own moans. Brad was lost in a world of hideous pain and pleasure. Catherine was riding him for all he was worth as pleasure started to outweigh the pain she grabbed the chain between the nipple clamps and pulled hard. He screamed again through the gag, nearly throwing her off of him with how hard he bucked and she slammed back down hard on his dick. Shuddering in delight she rode him through another orgasm, tugging hard, jerking on the nipple clamps, and loving how hard he was fucking her to get her off of him. When she had cum again, she climbed off of him and smirked. “Oh, I haven’t forgotten about you big boy. You get a big finish too.” She pulled out the tube of icy hot and slathered it over his penis, jerking him off hard and fast. He didn’t realize it was anything but lotion at first and started moaning again. Then slowly, she stopped once it was well rubbed in and leaned against the dresser at the foot of the bed to watch. His moaning quickly turned into wild screams as the burn set in. But the gag muffled them. She looked over at her father to laugh victoriously, forgetting she was naked and almost gasped. John had his pants down now and was stroking his giant, aching erection. “I’m sorry baby.” He panted realizing what he was doing. Catherine swallowed and went to the bag, pulling out the baseball. “I left the grand finale for you.” She said holding it out to him. Father and daughter stood there naked, facing each other, he with a giant throbbing erection, her with an aching pussy and the black man behind them screaming as though he were dying. Likely, he wished he were dead already. John took the baseball and slathered it with Vaseline. He approached the writhing black man who was fighting his binding for all he was worth, nipple swollen and sore with the clamps still digging into them, his now shriveled cock burning like the blazes and his asshole feeling like it had a lit match inside. It took quite a bit of muscle, but John pushed and pushed and finally the baseball started sliding into Brad’s anus. If possible, his screams got louder. When the baseball was quite firmly wedged in Brad’s ass, John turned to Catherine. “Vengeance.” He whispered. Catherine nodded walking toward him and her belly brushed his throbbing cock. He swallowed hard as she sank to her knees and took him in her beautiful mouth. He groaned as she swirled her tongue over his aching shaft and took him deep into her throat. It took him less than a minute to finish and she looked up looking his cum off her lips. “Vengeance,” She whispered. “Never tasted so sweet.”