Sweet Revenge

"Who said I was going to stop?" he kissed her neck, letting his tongue come out. He let it run all over her neck, feeling her respond well to it. Her neck must be so sensitive, he liked it.
He had found her weak spot.
Kevin dry humped against her, gently, letting his cock rub up and down her ass crack. This didn't seem like the hateful woman of not just an hour or so ago. She was his partner, his lover.
He wanted to fuck her so bad.
Suddenly, his hands moved around her, rubbing up against her breasts. He let the thumb come up to her hardened nipples. Letting them roll across his thumb, and pinching them lightly. Oh so lightly.
He groaned into her neck, his entire body pressed up against hers. He couldn't help it, her body was making him feel so good, so hot, so erotic. His hard cock now trying to imbed itself into her ass.
He moved it slightly, and let it go instead between her legs. It rubbed up against the bottom of her slit.
Moaning, he kissed her neck once more.
"Tell me what you want," it was barely a whisper.
 
Amanda

She shivered harder as his tongue danced over her sensitive neck. A sighed moan escaping her lips, she pressed backwards into him. his hands coming around to play with her hardened nipple. She jerked slightly, the pleasure intense. It has been too long since she was with a man. Even though she didn't like this one personally, lust was taking over her soul. her eyes drifted shut as she worked on breathing right now.
He pressed his cock up and down her ass, giving her more teased sensations. She could barely think at the moment, and didnt want to either.His cock moved down a little pressing between her legs, she lifted her left leg a little, letting him slide against her wet lower lips. She arched her back and pressed him further towards her center, wanting him desperately to slide inside her.

She shook harder as his breath fanned her ear, his voice whispering to her as a lover's would. She forgot all time and past, she whimpered slightly her voice coming out barely audible, "I want you to fuck me"
His fingers still lightly tweaking her nipples, she pressed her tender breast up into his hand. As she pressed her sex backwards onto his cock. The head barely moving between her lips, poised over her hole.

She didnt stop to think about what she was saying, or asking. She should have been demanding, but it felt so good. She couldnt get a rational thought in her head at the moment. The sounds from the fucking on tv invading her mind, egging on her lust. Her juices seeped out to wet his cock head, Her body welcoming him inside her. She moaned once again, panting. This was a slow tease, and it was driving her mad with lust.
 
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Kevin leaned up grabbing her leg and pulling it up. Then, he moved down just enough, and aimed for her drenching pussy. With a satisfied grunt he entered her. It was long and hard, his cock being swallowed up by her wet pussy. Inside her once more, he felt so warm, so hot.
He couldn't stand this for very long.
Kevin began to use her, slow long thrusts in and out of her. He held onto her leg, still in the air, and used that to move her against his own thrusts. He doubted he needed it, but it still felt so good.
He moaned loudly, holding onto her tightly, and begining to fuck her with increased vigor. His cock rushing into her, then coming back out, only to be thrusted back in.
She was so hot, and he was so horny.
 
Amanda

She moaned as he lifted her leg and slammed himself deep into her pussy. She ached badly, and it was a welcomed feeling of being filled up. He started to thrust in and out of her, her breathing picking up. She was tempted to stop him and get off the bed, teach him a lesson he wouldnt forget. But she couldn't, not now. It felt too good to stop. She hadnt been laid in so long, she almost forgot how it felt to be pounded into. She groaned our, gripping the side of the bed with her hands.
"Thats it Kevin! Fuck my pussy!" She slammed bacwards into him, her teeth clenched. He wasnt using her, she was using him. She wanted more than he knew.
She reached down between them and slowly rubbed her clit, making her pussy tighten harder on his cock. She groaned louder and longer. The rush was intense, she needed more.
"Harder dammit!"
She rocked back into him, hitting harder again.
"Dont.. you just.. love the.. sound of.. skin slapping?" She grunted inbetween the words, her hips adulating in slow circles, her pussy getting wetter and tighter with his thrusts. He may have gone to shit but he still had a large cock. She smirked them gasped for air, her orgasm approaching already.
"Oh Fuck! Cum inside me!"
She tremored and kept moving, hoping he would lose it before she did. That way she could pull away and make herself cum all over. guys hated that!
 
Kevin grunted, now slamming himself into her. He could feel her tightening around his cock. It was such an erotic feeling, he wanted to cum inside her right then and there.
Their bodies now crashing together over and over again, he couldn't help but feel it happen against him. Damnit, it had been what, only a few minutes.
He remembered when he could stay hard for hours.
Simply hours.
His thrusts became more forceful, ramming his cock into her tight cunt. It felt so good, the best pussy he's had since... well since about ten years ago.
Feeling his balls tighten against him, he grunted harder, fucking her pussy with renewed vigor.
"Oh... I'm gonna.... I'm gonna..."
Too late, he already had.
 
Amanda

She felt him thrust one last time, his cum shooting deep into her body. She shook hard, and moaned loudly. her body tightening up, but she managed to stop it. She almost lost it when he shot off inside her, but she held firm. She grit her teeth tightly, wanting to finish herself off. But she wouldnt. She sighed and laid there trembling next to him. His forehead resting against her back as he panted for breath.
She moved away and sat up. She pulled her dress back around her, and turned to Kevin. He was still panting heavily, his cock now flacid. She had gotten what she had come for, now it was time to go. She stood up and pushed the chair away from the bed, turning off the tv.
"Good night Kevin." She quietly picked up the bowl of popcorn and the soda cans, leaving the room.
She walked up stiars, she could feel his cum draining from her, and down her thighs. It felt so erotic, she still wanted to cum.
Walking into the kitchen she put the things down, and went to her own room. She could hear him faintly below her. She hadnt sound proofed it too much, but just enough. She laid on her bed, her limbs trembling. She wanted to cum so badly, she couldnt help herself.
She laid out on her bed, still in her dress and put her fingers back down on her clit. She rubbed hard and furiously. Her hips bucking up off the bed to meet her thrusting fingers. In a matter of seconds she screamed out as she reached her own peak. Limply she let her hand fall back to the bed, her legs coming down wth a bouncy thump. She rolled over and hugged her pillow to her chest and drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow would be another long day, and she needed to be rested for it.
She didnt let her mind think on kevin any more tonight, She was slowly getting her way, but was wondering at what price?
 
"Oh, what a woman." he moaned, laying back into the bed. He looked like he had just gotten a good fucking. Sweat all over his body, his crotch hot and warm, glistening with the juice still all over it.
His muscles tired, but an over all sense of calmness. Honestly, she should kidnap him more often. Hell, he would pay for this.
Well, not for before, just for that. For that good fucking, not the bad fucking.
It was good that those stupid rules and that fucking Mistress shit was out of the way. Now they could just sit back and have fun.
He hear her scream out. Yeah, he was that good.
Kevin looked back at the room. It was dark, the only light coming in from the window outside. The moon must be out there, full maybe, or three quarters. Outside.
Escape.
Oh, the chain.
He grabbed the washer from under the pillow. She would want to change the sheets again soon, he would have to find a better hiding spot. There wasn't one though. Well, unless just back on the toilet. He could just put it back there, loosely. He doubted she would ever look that closely at a toilet. He might be wrong though.
He might be horribly wrong.
Finding the link, he began to rub it against each other. He created a small pocket in his sheets to grab the shavings. For a good hour or so he worked, just solidly. It was slow and steady pacing, but he got it.
His hand hurt once more.
Then, he stopped.
The shavings went into the toilet, along with some urine to make it look less obvious. He also put a bunch of rolled up toilet paper in there as well. That done, he looked at the rubbed link carefuly. Only a quarter of the way down. In two or three more days, he'd have it done.
It would be slow, but he could do it. Just takes a bit of time.
Kevin looked around, seeing if he had forgotten anything. He hadn't. Sighing, he curled up into a tight ball, and drifted off to sleep.
Dreams of Amanda in that silky sweet summer dress came to him, making his cock rock hard throughout the night.
 
Amanda

She slept deeply throughout the night, haunted by dreams of seduction and revenge. But the revenge was once again against her. She awoke just before her alarm went off, sweating and panting heavily. She got up and showered, her mind not quite awake yet.
Dressing into another spaghetto strap summer dress, she made breakfast for herself and ate. Once done, she made some for Kevin. It was uneventful morning so far, she wondered how her kidnappee was doing. Probably swearing up a storm down there in the basement.

She walked down to the stairs and opened the door. Kevin was sound asleep on his side, facing the table and window. She walked up and set his tray down on the table. He looked happy in his sleep, she wondered what he was dreaming. Probably more about the rape. She once again felt an instant urge to poison his ass, and let him die a slow painful death. She sighed. She wouldn't do that, but it did sound good.

She would get him a clean cloth to wash with once he was done eating, for now she needed to get him fed.
"Kevin? Its time to get up." She softly called to him, trying to be quiet. Not put him in another bad mood again today. She didnt want to deal with that.

She had one purpose for him, a child. Well, of course the money too. But her main objective was getting another baby, one she could put all her time into, and forget the past.

She hadn't doctored up his breakfast, she would let him eat in peace and not get a raging hard on in the process. But lunch time would be perfect for the next round. Perhaps he needed help? She walked over and found their tape. She put it in and rewound it, pressing play. Now he could watch the rape scene all over again, and she could keep her distaste intact.

She picked up the tray and stood next to the bed.
"Kevin? Wake up. I've got breakfast here getting cold!" She didnt yell, but did talk a little louder.
 
He groaned, moving to his side. The damn maid, she always woke him up too early. No less than noon, those were his specific instructions. What in the fuck? She knew he could fire her.
"...it's getting cold."
"Would you?" he looked at her.
Damnit.
He had forgotten. Kevin pasued for a moment, and then gave a stiff smile. He leaned up in bed, patting the sheets before him.
"Waking up to breakfast in bed," he gave her a wink, "This has got to be the best kidnapping ever."
She set the plate down before him, and he dug in. The tape was now getting to the bad part, he could hear her screams, and his stern voice.
Just like his screams and her stern voice last night.
His ass all of the sudden flared up in pain. He grimaced, shifting his weight to one side. Soon it ended.
Somehow, he didn't want to watch the video anymore. He could see the pain on her face, really see it, even though she tried to hide it so much. The problem was, her pain was now his pain. It didn't give him any pleasure anymore, it never would.
Was he sorry?
He...
He was...
Kevin shook the thoughts from his mind, finishing his breakfast. He had to get his mind off of this whole thing.
"Delicious," he said, using the napkin, "Thank you, for making me such a good breakfast. I know you don't have to or anyting but..."
He let it sort of hang out there.
Picking up the tray, he handed it to her.
 
Amanda

She watched him eat, the tape ended. She didn't even pay any attention to it this time. But she figured if she played it often enough, he just might see what he hadn't seen before.
"Thank you, glad you liked it."
She picked up the tray and took it upstairs. Coming back down with warm water and a cloth. "I thought you might like to clean up a bit." She got it wet and handed it to him, turning her back. She took her time cleaning and reoganizing the table. Her mind wondering just what she should do now?

She walked over to the tv set and picked up the cord that was behind it. She slowly screwed it into the hole, and turned it on. Cable, A man's heaven if he was bored. She wondered briefly if she should hand him her journal she kept all those years ago. Perhaps let him read some of the torment she went through? But would he even bother to read it? She some how doubted he would. She sat down on the chair and faced him, just sitting there watching him.

She wondered what they could possibly talk about, other than the rape. And the revenge topic. She sat there, her eyes drifting down to the floor. Her mind off in her own little world. She started thinking about the morning in the hospital, when her parents found out about the rape and the miscarriage. If she had only known, she may have prevented it.
She pain showed on her face, but she wasnt looking at him anymore. Perhaps she should go and make a call at the payphone across town, see if they are going to deliver the money or not.
 
Springer. A story about a man having sex with his mother.
Eeewww.
Kevin looked at Amanda, sitting there. She seemed preoccupied with something. He wondered if anything was wrong.
What the fuck?
Why should he care if anything is wrong with her? Let her wallow in whatever fucking guilt she is creating for herself. He could care less.
Unless, if she was thinking about the rape. Then she might get angry again, and...
The dildo stared at him from across the room.
His eyes grew wide.
"Listen," he said, forcing it out of his mouth, "Do you have a game around here or something? Like chess or some other game, maybe a deck of cards? It doesn't look like you slipped anything into my breakfast this time," he showed her his half erect cock, "So, maybe we can do something else, something non sexual. Just you and me."
He had to get close to her, bond with her. Otherwise, that dildo would come into play again.
Oh please no, anything but that.
 
Amanda

She came out of her coma like state and looked up at him.
"Pardon?" Then she recalled "Oh sorry, off in another world. Yes I have a few games here. There is umm cards, chess, checkers, scrabble.. Umm a few others. What would you like to play?"
She stood up from the chair, completely ignoring the tv set. She didn't feel in the mood to watch it today.
"And no I didn't put anything in your food this morning." She said it matter-of-factly. She didn't feel bad at all for getting what she wanted out of him. She didn't even stop to consider she may not need the viagra, but only to tease him as she would any other man on this earth. She almost laughed, she was sure he wouldn't want her on his own. Not after what she had done, Though it was a fair payback for the pain he caused her.
"Something to drink too?"
 
"Some wine would be nice, oh, and a deck of cards is fine," he watched her walk off.
"Why not bring some candles down here as well? If this is going to be our love pad, we might as well spruce it up."
She left, and he lamented to watch Springer. Where was the remote? He saw it on the vcr. Maybe she would give it to her? Perhaps not.
There were a lot of little pieces of metal in a remote. If he could get it alone with him, maybe he'd have a lock pick. Hell, he'd be out of here before she could even turn in her sleep.
That's what he wanted, to leave.
He also wanted to have sex with her, a lot.
Damn, her body. It was soo good, and what she could do with it. If he would have only taken it more slowly with her, maybe he'd have married her instead of that slut Cindy.
If not, at least had her while he was still a sex god himself. Right now, he needed drugs to keep up with her. He wanted to fuck her brains out, and have her scream for more.
Apparently not.
The door opened.
 
Amanda

She walked upstairs, and grabbed the cards and wine. She laughed a little as she poured a glass of wine for him and dumped in a hell of alot of viagra. This would be amusing. Let him suffer most of the day with lust. She grabbed herself a coke and his glass. She walked back down, her face calm as if nothing was amiss. She handed him the deck of cards and his glass.
She sat down and opened her coke.
"Well there you go, one deck of cards." She sat back looking at Springer on the tv. "Why is it he can find the sickest people in the world and put them on tv for display? He should be banned from the air waves..." She shook her head and turned to face him on the bed.
 
Kevin took a sip of his wine, putting it on the table.
"Well, I would ask to play strip poker, but I'm already naked, and you're only wearing a dress. Why not just regular poker?"
He handed out the cards, "You know, there's ths one game that I used to play with Cindy. We'd play poker, and whoever won had to make the loser do something to him, whatever that may be."
He gave her a devilish grin, his cock now fully erect.
Damnit, in the wine, he supposed.
He looked at the cards, an ace, two 2's, a 6, and a jack. Interesting.
"I'm taking one card," he put one of the two's down, and picked up a card from the deck. It was a 7.
"So???"
 
Amanda

She studies her hand, and set down three.
"Three please"
She had a pair of queens only. This wasnt looking good. He gave her three cards, and got nothing more than the queens.
"So the loser did what the winner demanded? Interesting game. What kind of things did the winner usually demand?"
She held her hand, wondering if she should fold or not.
She took a drink of her coke and sat back, eying her cards thoughtfully.
 
"Well, considering the fact that I can only do a few things," he rattled the chains, "I don't doubt there'd be much to do, except of course..."
He ran his hand up her thigh, "Something fun."
Putting his cards down, Kevin shrugged his shoulders, "Ace, high. What about you?"
 
Amanda

She set her cards down.
"Pair of queens.. Looks like I won hmm"
She moved and grabbed up the cards.
"My turn to deal, and your game sounds interesting. I think I would like to give it a try.. But first you mentioned candles, let me go get some.."
She put the cards down and ran upstairs, grabbing to long candles, she went back down. She lit them and set them on the stand beside the bed.
"There we are."
She shuffled and dealt out 5 cards.
She set the pile down and picked hers up.
She had an ace, 4, 6, 8, and jack.
Not shit.
"How many you want?"
 
Three 4's and two king's. He shook his head.
"I'm good," the candles struck him as odd. Why would she think of them just after she had won? That didn't make any sense.
Something didn't feel right.
He tried to shake it off. She was more relaxed, more womanly now. Almost like she was all those years ago.
It seemed nice, like they were a couple just spending the afternoon together.
Or morning... whatever.
"Whatcha got?"
 
Amanda

She kept the 6 and jack and put down her three. She drew nothing. She knew she lost this one. She wondered what he would ask of her.
She distracted him for a moment, "Why didn't you and Cindy have children?" She didn't know why she asked, but she did. He had money, it wasnt like they couldn't afford children. It didn't make sense. Unless Cindy didnt want kids?
"I have nothing." She laid down her cards. Showing her 6, jack, 3, king, and a 5.
"Looks like you won one, but remember, ask within reason. I wont give you certain things.."
She leaned back watching his face, wondering if he felt good right about now?
 
Children? How did she know about that? His mind trailed off to the rape tape, she knew a lot about him, probably more than he knew himself.
"Cindy didn't want any. She had too much fun getting high and fucking anything she could. "
He showed her his hand, grabbing up the cards and shuffling them. He thought it would be polite to ask her the same question, but then it would get around to her miscarriage and rape. It seemed like everything in her life revolved around that. He sighed, silently, handing out the cards once more.
"So, how many hands we going to play before we start paying off our debts?"
Two aces, not that bad.
 
Amanda

She sat back for a moment, listening to his explanation. "Well I am sorry to hear that. Cindy was always selfish though. Should have known she wouldn't be the mother type. Me, Well I haven't married or had kids for the simple fact, I like being in Charge of my life.. And the opportunity hasn't presented itself for me to be a mother." she gave a half smile, and sipped her coke. He shuffled the cards again and dealt.


She pulled the cards from his hand, and set them on the table.
"That was more than enough. I won one and you won one. Since I won the first one, I'll go first. Anything I ask you shall give?"
She stood, putting her cards down on the pile. Pushing the chair back out of the way, she began to slowly unbutton her thin dress. Her eyes stayed on what she was doing, Not on him. If you want a child, you have to have lots of sex. She had to just grin and bare it, so to speak.

She wore nothing on under the dress as he had predicted, she did smile faintly at those thoughts. She let the material move along her arms, off her shoulders, and slowly fall to the floor. She stepped out of the pool at her feet, and finally looked up. His eyes were dark, she assumed it was lust. The viagra helping him out alot with that feeling.
"Do you like what you see?"
She slowly turned in a circle, showing him everything. From the little mole on her high proud breasts, to her tiny little birth mark on her ass. She didn't think about the scars on her ass, She really doubt he would notice them. They were very faint now with all the time that had gone by.
She approached the bed, slowly climbing on. Her hand came out and pushed him to the bed, as she straddled his body. She moved slowly and with care, wanting to see his reaction to this before going to far. Only thing seperating her heat from his shaft, was that thin little sheet.
She leaned down her face inches from his, she almost kissed him. But stopped herself, kissing was too personal. She instead moved to his ear whispering in a husky sensual voice, "What I want is for you to fuck me once again..." She moved back from his ear and sat straight up, waiting for his answer.
 
He moaned, looking at her body above him. Why couldn't she be more like this yesterday, he liked it actually. Made him feel like someone actually did want him. He doubt she did, but she was at least making an attempt.
There was nothing wrong with that.
"Your wish is my command," he moved his hands along her hips, and up to the sides of her stomach. Then he slowly moved them back down again, feeling the flesh in his hands.
His raging cock was rubbing against her slit, only the sheet between them. He shifted, moving it out from under them in one swift motion, almost like a magician. The magic would come soon enough.
He felt himself, his heat radiating against hers. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She looked so much better than high school, so much better than anything he could possibly imagine.
He would never get anything that good though, not unless he paid for it.
Lifting her up slightly, his cock straightened to they sky, then he slowly brought her back down upon him. In one slow motion, he entered her.
Moaning, he let her feel him inside her, holding onto her body tightly. His cock twitched with the sudden movement into her. Did she shiver from that? He wasn't sure, but he liked it.
 
Amanda

She smiled, her wish huh? She watched him, his hands roaming up her body. She felt tingling sensations deep down to her toes. Surprisingly his touch was soft, tender infact. She hadn't really paid attention to this the first time. She had a goal in mind, and more or less set herself back from what was really going on. He lifted her, letting his cock come out from under the blankets. She sucked in a deep breath as he rubbed back and forth against her folds.

"Tell me what you will ask for, when it is your turn?" She was trying to keep her mind detached as much as possible, but it was becoming harder to do. She didn't want pleasure from him, just a baby. Why she was denying herself, instead of him... well was beyond her right now.

He lifted her up and shoved deep into her pussy with one movement. No hesitation, no by the way, just right on in. She arched her back, her viens on her face standing out slightly, as she bit back another moan of desire. Her nails dug into her own upper thighs, as she slowly began to ride him.

Her muscles inside tightening around him, pulsating with desire. She couldn't hide the fact she was turned on, her juices were proof of that. But it didn't mean she would finish either. She stayed upright, making sure she wasn't too close he could kiss her, or worse! She kiss him.

She began to rock herself back and forth on his cock. Taking him in slow steady pace. His hands lifting her hips for her, but she was soon moving on her own.

Her eyes falling closed, and her lips slightly parting. The pleasure was building inside her, the ocassional twitching too.
 
Kevin watched her above him. He was helping her, she had a need she needed fulfilled. Revenge was driving her, but he didn't doubt if she was enjoying his touch.
Maybe she wouldn't admit it, but her body gave her away.
He grunted, feeling her move into him. She worked his cock like a pro, moving back and forth, pleasuring herself, which in turn pleasured him even more.
He moaned, letting his hands go up her sides, and grabbing her breasts. Not too roughly, just enough to let her feel him. He pinched the nipples, feeling them harden to his touch. His hands were soft against her, only being hard when he needed to be.
10 years of love making, he did learn a thing or two.
Pushing hard into her, Kevin smiled, giving out a moan of pleasure. His hard cock feeling so hot inside her.
 
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