The Act of Vengeance: Chapter 2

The Act of Vengeance Chapter 2
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“I told you I would be back,” I laughed when I noticed her startled look.

“Did you really think I would leave you here like this?”

She remained silent.

“Anyway, we weren’t done yet,” I could see her tensing up at my words.

“I mean I still need to hear about your medical records. I assume there is nothing I should be worried about?”

I knew she wanted to reply with something along the lines of: “You’ve got plenty to worry about” but instead she chose to another response.

“No there is not, but we should use safety measures just in ca-”

Smack!

My hand tinkled from the impact with her ass.

“Did I give you permission to speak your thoughts? No, I can’t remember I did.”

I brought my mouth a few inches from her ear.

“Always ask permission to speak your mind. That’s a rule I forgot to mention. You know, because I got interrupted and all…” She swallowed, expecting more punishment.

I have to admit, I really did think of slapping her ass some more. However, I also knew that if I made her too sore, I would regret it tomorrow. Therefore I let her off the hook this time.

“Now that I’ve told you it won’t happen again, will it?”

“N-No, master.” She tried her hardest to conceal another sob.

“That’s better. So you’re sure there is nothing I need to be aware of?”

“There isn’t anything you need to be aware of, Master.” I couldn’t help but smile. She finally produced a correct response.

“Good.” I was planning on teaching her to orgasm at my command, but I thought it would be better to let her please me first. After all, I thought, that would be her main purpose in life now.

“Alright, time to move on,” I stretched my arms and placed myself in front of her head. Her hands were still chained to the massage table, but I had made sure the chains were long enough for her to reach a few centimeters ahead. I had also lifted her head a little bit above her shoulders. It still wasn’t a very pleasant position, particularly when giving head, but fortunately I didn’t give a damn.

“You know what I want you to do,” I said smugly.

“I d-don’t understand,” a tear appeared in the corner of her eye.

O, hell no. I don’t want to deal with a crybaby all the time.

“Don’t you dare to fucking cry bitch. Did you see me cry when I got beaten to a pulp? This is nothing compared what I had to endure. If there is one thing that annoys me the most it’s crybabies. I just cannot deal with them.” My speech only made things worse. Her sobbing became louder and the tears were almost pouring now.

“Bitch, stop crying or I will give you something to cry about!” I threatened.

She finally got a hold of herself and raised her head.

“Please, please, I-I don’t want to…” she tried to connect our eyes, hoping I would give in to her plead. What the hell was she thinking? That I took her here for some nice chit-chat and then afterwards let her go again? Man she really has the wrong idea.

“This will become daily business for you, so you better get used to it. If I don’t feel some lips around my cock in the next minute, I would have to get the knife again.”

I paused for a second to let the message get across.

“Please…” She let out a muffled whisper.


I wasn’t impressed.

With one last sigh of resignation she placed her hands on my thighs.

“It might be wise to start with loosening the belt before you try to lower my pants,” I tried to sound strict, but the situation was just too adorable. The slight blush on her cheeks after she noticed her mistake made me even hornier.

As she was struggling with my belt, my dick had already become rock hard. I muttered a curse. I didn’t want to come in her mouth the moment I put it in. I needed to man the fuck up.

When Amy noticed my huge hard-on she was a bit surprised. I prayed that she wouldn’t laugh, because if she did, this night would’ve gone in a complete different direction.

Fortunately she controlled herself. She pushed my pants further down and paused.

“Well, go on. My cock isn’t going to free itself.” I made a go on motion with my hand.

In embarrassment she turned her eyes away from me.

“That won’t do either. I want you to look at me.”

As quick as lightning she shoved down my underwear. After a few seconds she turned her head towards me again. I guess she didn’t want my dick to suddenly poke her in the eye. Fair enough. The huge bulge must’ve scared her.

“T-that is…” she stammered when she saw the glory of my dick.

“Yes I guess you can call it huge.” I didn’t really know if it was that big compared to other dudes, but I did know it was big in general.

Terror in her eyes, heavily shaking, she was on her way to a breakdown again.

“Listen, you don’t have to take it all yet. I’ll see how far you can go,” I needed her to be a perfect cocksucker and forcing your whole member down her throat without proper instructions would only be a waste. It would also result in a waste that I didn’t feel like cleaning.


“However, if you don’t try to please me –and you bet I can tell- then this won’t end pretty. At least, not for you… O and one more thing: if you dare to bite I’ll chop your head off with the knife. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yes, m-master,” she was still a bit hesitant, but carefully brought her lips to my shaft.

O god, it’s really going to happen. Amy sucking my cock, who would’ve thought…

She was very timid at first, only touching the shaft with the tip of her tongue. Even though such a small sensation gave me immeasurable pleasure, I wanted more. It was obvious she wasn’t giving it her all. Man, I would almost feel pity for Ian if this was as far as she would go.

“Come on; take it in your mouth now.” I pushed my dick against her lips.


I had never seen a girl open her mouth as slowly as she did.

When her mouth eventually closed around my dick the combined feeling of warmth and moisture overwhelmed me. I accidentally let out a soft grunt. Amy didn’t seem to notice and gradually worked about four inch of me inside her mouth.

“Far ‘nugh?”

Her breath gently stroked my cock when she spoke. I knew masturbating was nothing compared to female interaction, but this was just a whole other league. I was going to endure it and last as long as I possibly could.

“I don’t want you puking all over the floor so I’ll let that decision up to you right now.”

That was when it really started. Her tongue started to circle around my shaft, imitating the motion of my masturbating hand. Occasionally she would tease me by stimulating my urethra. It was clear as a blue sky that she wasn’t a novice in this area. And boy was she making it hard for me to hang on. I don’t know if she wanted to humiliate me by making me come in less than five minutes or if she just wanted to prove herself.

Getting more turned on I began to thrust harder and harder in her mouth. I held on longer than I expected, but when she pushed her hand on my groin I was done for. I grabbed her head and firmly held her in place as I poured every last drop of cum in her throat.

With a sigh of fulfillment I collapsed on the nearest chair. Amy hadn’t spilled a drop, which was a fair accomplishment considering how much I had come.

“You’ve done well. You actually managed to please me, not bad. We aren’t done though.”

My dick was still rock hard. Besides I really wanted a taste of her pussy. ‘Once I had left my mark there, she would belong to me instead of Ian, so I thought.

I positioned myself behind her.

“Now the real deal,” I smirked as I stroked the tip of my dick against her labia.

“No! Not there!” She gasped, “y-you can do it in my mouth again… but please… not there.”

“Hmm…” I scratched my chin, “I suppose I could put it somewhere else.” My dick was now poking against her asshole.

“NO! NO, NO, NO!” She trashed around so violently that I had to abandon my teasing and seize her throat.

My face was only centimeters away from hers as I forced her to look at me.

“It’s your choice: Which of the two do you prefer?”

“I don’t want to-” I squeezed her throat a little harder.

“You don’t have anything to want. If you want I can make the choice for you. Isn’t it the dream of every man to-”

“Okay,” she whispered.

“What now? You’ve to speak a little louder for me to hear,” teasing her was such fun.

“Alright,” her voice complied but her eyes were full of defiance.

“Alright what? I don’t know what you mean. You have to be more specific.” It wasn’t completely necessary to make her say the words, but I had my reasons. First of all, it would be a small contribution to the long progress of brainwashing. I didn’t really believe in the effectiveness of brainwashing (at least not by the likes of me) but I did believe that with conditioning and authority, she had the potential to change. At least that I hoped.

The other reason was a very simple one. Seeing her like this gave me a huge turn on. Here, she wasn’t the diva she had been at school, but a helpless (and now heavily blushing) female lying naked on a message bench.

My words had made her even more uncomfortable and I sincerely doubted whether she would elaborate on her words. Eventually she brought out a few words with extreme struggle.

“U-Use m-my v-v-v-vagin-n-n-na p-please,” I almost laughed at how silly this was. She even used the word ‘vagina’. What an unfitting word; I didn’t find it appealing at all. However, it was still more than I expected. The word “Master” had apparently slipped her mind for a moment, but I couldn’t bring myself to hit her again. Not in this cute state that she had entered.

“As you wish,” with a bow I turned around and focused my attention on her behind.

When I abruptly inserted my finger inside her pussy she let out a squeal.

“I hope you don’t make a lot of noise when we’re fucking.” I produced a small smile.

“I mean that wouldn’t please Master and we wouldn’t want that would we?” I added another finger inside her. It was surprisingly dry. I had expected at least some feeling of moisture. Fucking her raw would be interesting, but I decided against it. I rather had her somewhat wet. Thus I agreed on playing with her first.

I gently slid my fingers out of her again, inducing a strong shiver from her body. Not giving her any time to catch her breath I pushed my fingers back in again.

I curled my fingers and made a ‘come hither’ motion, searching for her g-spot. I figured I might as well go for the most effective method to make her wet. I didn’t want to spend ages on pleasing her. My dick wouldn’t have liked that very much. Still, I didn’t forget her situation. It was an extreme challenge to get her even a little wet. Maybe that was also the reason I headed straight for her most erogenous zones.

I wished that her reaction to getting her g-spot stimulated would be positive.

A poor suppressed moan told me all that was necessary. She was indeed very sensitive here.

I continued to stimulate her G-spot and eventually caressed her clit with my thumb. As time went on my fingers were becoming more wet. After all, she couldn’t shut off her senses entirely.

When I decided it was time for the main show I positioned myself closer to her.

“Here I come,” I smoothly entered her in one whoop.

A bit to my frustration, she barely reacted. Wanting to provoke her, I gave her a swift spank.

Just as she opened her mouth to protest I rammed my dick into her.

“Aaaah,” her moan echoed off the walls.

Very good.

I have to admit I wasn’t being very considerate of her. I just concentrated myself on the immense pleasure. Her moisty and tight pussy made my mind melt. Not to mention her incredible, well-sized ass that was bouncing right on my thighs. This bitch was really driving me nuts. Occasionally I would grope one of her tits. They had every right to be adored.

I got carried away to the point that I almost forgot to not come inside her. I gave a few more thrusts before pulling out. While still stroking my dick, I placed myself a few centimeters from her face.

“Open your mouth,” I didn’t have much time. My balls began to tighten. With a load groan I came, missing a few drops of cum, which landed on her face instead of her mouth.

A tear dripped from her eye and mingled with my cum. I couldn’t help but to see a small reflection of me in that tear. Countless of nights I spent crying, alone in my dark room. What she was feeling now was merely a fraction of my past despair. A small pool compared to a vast ocean. Rape, it sounds harsh, but mental and physical torture lasting years isn’t even comparable to it. If I were to release her back into society, she would surely recover. I however remain scarred, robbed of my youthful years. Years I was now making up for through sheer force.

“Make sure to catch it in your mouth next time,” I was pissed off that she reminded me of my weak self. Obviously it wasn’t her fault that I plainly missed some of it. In fact, she hardly complained at all.

I gave a look at my watch: 1 am.