RP by RQ: Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge 13-18 by Acolyte
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Subject: Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (FF/m) Part XIII
Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part XIII)
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Marie and I layed on either side of our hairless victim and delicately traced
our fingertips over his skin. Goosebumps rose on Bob's flesh as he squirmed
and moaned. I pinched and rubbed Bob's hard little nipples and blew air over
his sensitive armpits. Marie planted little baby kisses up and down Bob's
bare legs.
I cupped Bob's hairless balls in my hand and softly rubbed his sack as if I
were polishing a brass doorknob. I blew air into his ear and gently ran my
thumb and forefinger up and down his shaft. Bob weakly whimpered. I whispered,
"Suffer".
Marie briskly flicked the tip of Bob's aching cock with her tongue and stood
up. "Shall I fetch our brushes?", she asked.
I smiled and purred, "Mmmm, yes. That would be wonderful!"
Marie walked over to my bag and returned with a handful of paintbrushes and
some watercolors. I took a few brushes and paints and placed them on the
nightstand on my side of the bed. After arranging the paints in an orderly
fashion, I dipped a tiny brush in blue and held it over Bob's face. "I'm
going have to pretty you up a little", I said. Then, I gingerly painted a blue
teardrop on Bobby's left cheek. I smiled. "Aww, look Marie. The sad clown."
Marie looked at his face and giggled. "The little fool", she said, before
returning to her art supplies.
I painted another fat blue teardrop under the first, followed by three more,
until there was a stream of five down to his chin. I painted a few more,
below his chin and then down his neck - down his chest to just above his
left nipple. Marie painted a matching stream down the right side of Bob's
face with green paint. I watched as she selected a wider brush and dipped it
in red paint. She took it and began to paint a slow circle over Bob's right
nipple. Observing Bob's roused reaction, I carefully set down my small brush
and dipped a larger one in orange paint, swirling it over Bob's left nipple.
We both followed an identical pattern, selecting a new color occasionally and
painting two multicolored bull's eyes around Bob's nipples. The carresses of
the soft wet bristles were driving him crazier by the second. "I think he's
enjoying this too much", said Marie.
I agreed. "That can be taken care of", I said, fetching my evil bag of
tricks and dragging it closer to the bed. I fished through it until I finally
found the nipple clamps I had brought. I tossed one over the bed to Marie.
She turned the nipple clamp in her fingers, inspecting it closely. "Delightful",
she said and, smiling into Bob's face, rubbed the wicked little thing over his
painted right nipple. Bob looked up at Marie, weakly shaking his head. Marie
whispered, "Yessss", and opened and closed the clip on its bull's eye. Bob's
body tensed as he held back a scream.
"Look at these washboard abs", I said, running my fingers over the hard ripples
that formed on Bob's tummy as he cringed against the stinging pain of the
clamp. Marie just continued to smile and to look deeply into Bob's eyes. I
took the clamp I was holding and rubbed the smooth metal along the shaft of his
cock. I let it glide over his balls and behind them, then around the side of
his apparatus... where pubic hair used to be... and up the side of his body.
I waited until Bob's gaze moved from Marie's eyes to mine before smiling at him
and saying, "C'mon baby... scream for me".
I closed the clip on Bob's left nipple and slowly began to twist. Again he
tensed as he tried to hold back a scream, but I just continued to twist the
clip until he finally couldn't bear it any more. I laughed at Bob's anguished
cry and let the clamp spring back into place. I high-fived Marie and we went
back to our artwork.
Before long, Bob was covered from head to toe in watercolors. Marie and I had
him looking like a freak! On some parts of his body we painted little scenes
of women dominating men while on most we just painted intricate patterns or
patchworks of color. On his forehead, I painted "LOSER" in black.
We weren't done, though. I took out my thinnest paintbrush and went to work
on Bob's cock, painting stripes up and down his shaft and a little sad face on
the head. As I painted Bob's genitals, Marie placed a chair in the center of
the floor. She rustled through my bag and produced a red, metal hook. She
looked so hot when she stood naked on the chair... like a Goddess.
As I painted the words "PAIN" and "REVENGE" on each of Bob's balls, Marie
screwed the hook up into the ceiling. When she was done, we relocated our
prisoner from the bed to the hook, where we strung him up by his bound wrists.
Finishing up our artwork, we painted Bob's back and buns.
Marie and I spent the next few minutes walking around and around Bob,
inspecting our work. We were laughing our asses off! We adopted very blue-
blooded accents and pretended to be discussing a great work of art. At times
we would closely inspect some of the more humiliating pieces of the work, like
the arrow on his belly labelled "Girl Toy" that pointed at his cock... and we
would taunt him right to his reddening face, savoring his humiliation.
When we were through, I gave Bob's nipple clamps another twist until he begged
me to stop. Then Marie and I gathered up various objects - rolled up socks,
empty plastic cups, a tennis ball - and had target practice, aiming for those
painful little nipple clamps from across the room. Each time we hit our target
we were rewarded with a yelp or a grunt or a beseeching "Pleeeease!!!".
We kept up the game for a VERY long time... until the tears that we had painted
on Bob's face were washed away by the real thing!
(TO BE CONTINUED...)
Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part XIV)
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Bob had become visibly weakened. He could hardly focus his eyes now - except
when one of us would stand before him... posing... making him drool. His
breaths came short, punctuated with a weak little groan on almost every exhale.
And we could bring tears to his eyes just by whispering something into his ear
- it was hard to tell if it was the sound of our voices, what we said, or
merely the scent of our bodies that caused him to weep so miserably. Every now
and then Bob would surprise us with a burst of choking sobs - imploring us to
end his ordeal. He would plead, over and over, with tears streaming down his
pathetically grimacing face... until he would tire, his head dropping forward
in utter dispair.
So, there Bob dangled - his arms above his head and his body convered with
absurd painted designs. A broken freak - writhing and whimpering in agony.
Not bad for a few days work! I was feeling quite vindicated. And it had
become easy at this point - Marie and I hardly felt the need to do anything to
Bob any more. We could just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show - sipping cool
drinks and laughing at him as he begged to be set free - as he begged us to let
him cum. But the week was quickly drawing to a close, and we now had to face
our dilemma: What were we going to do with him?
Marie was out shopping for some food and beach stuff while I layed in the
hammock outside the bungalow, ruminating on my choices. Murder was certainly
out of the question - although I certainly wouldn't mind watching Bob drown -
or die, tied to a stake on the beach with a canteen of water just out of his
reach. The last image made me laugh out loud... but I was beginning to feel
the original sense of worry that hit me when I first realized that neither
Marie nor I had even considered closure when we planned this little adventure.
The other extreme was setting Bob free, but that seemed just as ridiculous -
if not more so - than killing him. What then? I sighed with frustration...
there didn't seem to be any feasible ending to this. Keeping him as a slave
forever? No. Not only was that unrealistic - but I couldn't imagine having
Bob around FOREVER - not to mention that he would probably either grow to enjoy
his ordeal, or he'd escape and have Marie and I put away for life.
And now I was really beginning to worry. I got up from the hammock and began
to pace in the sand. We could get in so much fucking trouble for what we've
done. I mean - we hadn't seriously injured Bob, nor did we demand ransom for
his sorry ass - but we had kidnapped him. Of course, I'm sure there are plenty
of folks who get themselves into even stranger looking situations consensually,
and besides, who on earth would believe Bob's claim that he was tied up in a
bungalow on the beach by two beautiful women AGAINST his will? But that STILL
didn't solve the problem of Bob coming around to harm us in the future. I
kicked the sand in exasperation. What the hell could we do?
Just then Marie pulled up in Bob's Porsche. She smiled as I came around to
help her with the groceries. As I took two bags from the trunk of Bob's car,
I saw his bag sitting there. I said to Marie, "Do you realize that Bob's been
here for half a week and he hasn't even unpacked yet?". She laughed. Just
before Marie closed the truck I said, "Wait". I reached in and grabbed Bob's
bag and tossed it on the ground. "I think it might be fun to go through his
belongings while he watched, don't you?"
Marie laughed. "Yet another form of psychological violation. And what made me
think you needed MY coaching?"
We brought everything inside. Marie walked up to where Bob wilted from the
ceiling and sized him up, concluding happily, "This is better. Now we're not
so bold." Bob's eyes remained fixed on the ground. But I could see his cock
beginning to grow in response to the taunt.
I dropped the bag at Bob's feet. "Let's see what you packed, shall we?" His
eyes weekly looked down as I knelt to unzip it... they stared devoid of
resistance... absolutely submissive.
At the top of the bag was a bright red bathing suit. I smiled up into his
face. "Going swimming Bob?" Laughing wryly I tossed it aside and reached for
the next item. "Sunscreen, huh?" I laughed again and tossed the bottle to
Marie. "Here Marie... you and I can use this while Bob sweats it out in here
all afternoon." I smiled wider, watching the mist begin to accumulate in his
humiliated eyes.
I dug through the rest of Bob's bag, mocking him about every article of
clothing he would not be using on this trip... his khaki shorts, his white
cotton slacks, his muscle shirts ("Planning on turning us on Bobby?"), and
his assortment of boxers. I tossed a pair that had a particularly garish
paisley pattern to Marie. "Care to try these on?" Snickering, she slid out
of her bathing suit bottom and put Bob's boxer shorts on.
Marie paraded around in her bikini top and Bob's boxers. "Doesn't she look
cute Bobby?", I asked. "Did you ever have a girlfriend who wore your clothes
around the house - you know - the morning AFTER? Try to remember what it was
like... that sweet afterglow. Watching her move about knowing you just had her
and that you'll have her again soon." Bob's eyes followed Marie as she skipped
around, laughing gayly. "But then you haven't had Marie, have you? How many
days has it been baby... have you lost count?" I paused for dramatic effect.
"Have you ever wanted it this bad? Did you ever imagine that you could?"
Bob looked down at me... face red... wincing. "STOP IT!!"
I looked back and softly said "Nooo", forming a perfect circle with my lips and
savoring the sensual sound of my voice. Bob's cock was at full mast and it
pulsed madly. I still got off on the sheer power of having his lust completely
in my control - watching his powerful body tense and quake just at the sweet
sound of my voice, the soft carress of my hand. To this day I am convinced
that there is no better way for a woman to torture a man.
(TO BE CONTINUED...)
Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part XV)
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Marie slid up beside Bob and pressed her crotch against his hip. He groaned
with each breath, feeling the hot dampness of her pussy - the hottest, tightest
pussy that he would NEVER have - through the boxer shorts that she wore. She
ran her long, red fingernails up and down his chest with one hand and over his
bare ass with the other. Marie extended her neck and ran her tongue around
inside Bob's ear. He squirmed and bucked under her sensual touch, fucking the
air as he hung helpless from the ceiling.
I stood before him, watching, and slipping out of my bikini. I walked to his
other side and pressed my pussy against his other hip. I held my smooth body
against him... rubbing my bare breasts up and down the side of his body. Bob
grit his teeth as his desire for us consumed his body and soul. I could hear
Marie moaning into Bob's ear and from the force of his hip against my crotch, I
realized that she was humping him hard. So I ground my wet snatch into Bob's
side and fucked Marie through our agonized middle man.
I ran my hands all over Bob's body until I found Marie's. We clasped our hands
together and squeezed ourselves tight against him... spreading our legs and
humping his tortured body. I licked the tears from his face - a taste I had
grown to love - as I felt my hot orgasm coming on like a freight train... until
crying out in his ear I came incredibly, scratching my fingernails hard down
chest and back. I held myself against him, feeling my flow run out of my pussy
and down his leg, and listening to Marie as she continued to hump him... a
little slower than before... running her fingers through his hair and biting
his neck.
I slid an index finger into my snatch and snaked it into Bob's mouth. He
sobbed as he tasted me. Marie's body grew rigid - "The way you cry turns
me on baby", she said breathlessly, her sexy body hard against him. I felt
myself cum again and it felt like the floodgates had opened as I peed all over
Bob's leg. Marie began to let out a series of short high pitched moans which
grew deeper and louder as ecstasy enveloped her. As we both moaned and purred
Bob emitted a howl of unprecedented volume... a wordless shriek that sounded
like his body was being crushed. After a minute or two we finally both stepped
away from him and stood before him, holding hands.
Bob's body twitched and convulsed - his eyes focused somewhere far off in the
distance. I wrapped my arms around Marie and she around me and we kissed for
a long while... basking in each other's touch before our pitiful, broken man.
It seemed that if we kept this up much longer, we could easily kill Bob this
way. The thought of his mounting anguish set me on fire as I pulled Marie to
the floor right there and sunk my face between her long, luscious legs. We had
a deliciously sexy time... luxuriating and making love on the pile of Bob's
clothes which we had pulled from his suitcase.
And Bob wept and moaned the entire time.
That evening Marie and I took Bob's Porsche into town and went to a sushi bar.
It was time to seriously discuss how to end this little vacation. We sat
together in a cozy private booth, loaded up on the rice wine, and brainstormed.
In no time at all, we had come up with the perfect plan. We were almost
embarrassed by its simplicity and by the fact that it hadn't occurred to us
instantly. Maybe it took some good sake to clear our heads. The reason didn't
matter, however... we finally had our scheme, and if we executed it with
precision... Bob would never lay a hand on us - or any other woman - ever
again.
(TO BE CONTINUED...)
Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part XVI)
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The afternoon was sweltering. Marie and I had been swimming in the surf all
morning and we walked into the cabin, dripping wet and toweling ourselves dry.
The week had done our tans a world of good - Marie looked like a bronze
Polynesian goddess and I... well like a bronze Caucasian one. Bob, on the
other hand, was a completely different story. He looked like shit, hanging
from the ceiling as he had been for well over 24 hours... he was sweating
bullets in the oppressive heat of the cabin and he looked like his body had
been broken on the rack... when in reality it had just been hung out to dry by
two hot, righteous ladies.
It was time for our plan. I dragged a chair over beside Bob.
Marie started to set up an important prop that would remain in her backpack -
near Bob, but out of his sight, and I unhooked him from the ceiling. He
crumpled to the floor like a rag doll. I gripped him under his arms - a
slippery task with all the sweat covering his body, and seated him upright in
the hard metal chair. I uncuffed his hands and recuffed them to the chair,
behind his back. He was mouthing the words, "Please no more", over and over...
silently.
"Oh yes", I said, still wet from my swim and standing over him in my black
thong bikini. "More". I smiled as I tossed my towel aside and lifted my leg
to straddle his naked lap. I slid up real slow so that my wet crotch pressed
warmly against his miserable cock. I wrapped my smooth arms around his
shoulders and kissed his forehead lightly. It was all he could do to whisper
the word "Please" loud enough so I could hear it. I ran my fingertips so
lightly over his skin it created goosebumps. He shuddered. His cock rose to
attention for the umpteenth time and he winced as the unbearable pain in his
blue balls took his breath away.
I held the position, looking into his eyes, enjoying what my body was doing to
his... my toned, smooth thighs against his hips... my skin whispering against
his... so gentle, so tender... my soft, sexy touch coaxing the sobs and tears
from deep inside him with a force... a gravity... that was entirely feminine
and wickedly sexy.
"Now", I said. "Marie and I were talking. You want nothing more than to be
fucked... a mercy fuck, in your case... and Marie and I think that maybe it's
finally time to put you out of your misery. Would still you like that Bobby?
For us to fuck you?"
No reaction. Just his pathetic, defeated leer.
"All we want you to do is be honest with us. Be honest with us... and the game
will be over. We won't just stop teasing you. We'll fuck you." I looked into
his eyes for emphasis. "We'll fuck you really good, Bobby. Each of us."
He eyes were locked on my tits... as if cast down in shame. "W-what", he
hoarsely asked before swallowing and trying again. "Just tell me... what...
do I have to do?"
"Just admit to us that you stabbed Steve. Admit it, and tell us every detail."
Silence.
"We just want to know", Marie said quietly from over my shoulder. "We need
to know what really happened. To understand why you did it. Maybe then we can
forgive you. If we can forgive you, we can put this all behind us. That is,
if you're willing to do the same."
"You'd never fuck me", he weakly replied.
"Oh yes", I said. "Yes, we would. There's only so much two girls can do to a
guy, you know? And... we've done it to you, wouldn't you say?" It took every
ounce of self-control to suppress a giggle. Bob just nodded. His cock was
pointing straight up and I pressed my mound against his balls, making him
wince.
He looked into my eyes... really searching my expression. Voice choking, he
asked, "P-promise?"
Soothingly I replied. "Yes Bob, I promise."
(TO BE CONTINUED...)
Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part XVII)
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"I was just so out of control", Bob began. "The first time I laid eyes on you
at the club... dancing like... a Goddess...I knew I had to have you. I
fantasized about you endlessly... masturbating more than once a day while I
imagined fucking you. I needed you more than anything in the world... more
than any woman I've ever seen before. Oh baby...", he paused to swallow, "I
still do."
Bob and I were in the same position we had started all this in... me straddling
him as he sat handcuffed, naked, to the chair. His cock raging hard, sticking
straight up between us. Me softly pressing my warm mound, dripping wet under
my already damp thong bikini bottom, against his excruciatingly blue balls. My
smooth arms resting on his sweaty shoulders. My nipples hard as my bikini top
brushed lightly against his chest. I looked somberly into Bob's eyes as Marie
stood behind me, watching intently as Bob continued.
"Then that fucker... that guy, Steve. Kicking me out of the club... the place
where I could be near you. The place where I had found you. I was going to
make him pay."
"But... violence?", I quietly asked. "What on earth compelled you to pull a
knife on him?"
"Oh Heather..." Bob seemed to be distracted by my intimate embrace. He
obviously wanted to skip the story telling and jump straight to the reward we
had promised him.
"Come on Bob", Marie said in an even tone. "Answer the question."
Bob sagged a little before continuing. "Well shit... I mean, Steve's not like
the first person I've ever pulled a knife on before. I've been in lots of
fights. He's not even the first person who died by my knife. There was this
Cuban kid two years ago. He hit on my girl at the Green Parrot in Miami and I
offed his ass in the parking lot. Cut his fucking throat."
I shuddered, looking at Bob in horror. He saw my look.
"I mean, it was a crime of passion. I was jealous and pissed. Anyway, it was
different with Steve. I fucking stewed about the night he stomped me all day
before I decided I would get him. I wanted him dead... and when I stabbed him,
man, I just wanted to keep going. I wanted to cut him to pieces... but I
didn't. I just stuck him a couple times and ran... to tell the truth, I was
surprised to find out he actually died from it. I thought I botched the job."
I turned to look at Marie as I began to rise off of Bob. She nodded and reached
into her purse where she clicked off the tape recorder. Bob heard the click
and said in a panicked voice, "Wh-what was that?"
Marie pulled the tape recorder out of her purse and, smiling, handed it to me.
"Oh, it's nothing", I said, looking down at him with a wicked smile. "Just a
little something we're going to fuck you with."
Bob's face went pale. "NOOOOOO!!!!"
I looked at my victim, feeling myself getting wetter as my power him became
absolute. I now held his life in my hand. Marie must have shared the sexual
rush, because she slid up behind me and ran a hand down the front of my thong.
I moaned as her fingers played with my soaking clit, sliding into my hot pussy.
"Oh yes baby", I moaned. "I said we were going to fuck you. Both of us. In
fact I promised. Mmmm... oooh... baby", I purred as Marie fondled me, "and
you've made it so easy with your little confession. Ooooh yeah.... uhhn...
baby... we're gonna fuck you so GOOD!!!"
I came in an earth shattering flood of ecstasy, crying out and moaning and
laughing as Marie kissed and carressed me. Bob's face was red with rage and
helplessness as he ground his teeth trying to pull free of the handcuffs. He
fell over to the side, his metal chair crashing on the floor. I pressed the
rewind button on the tape recorder and turned to embrace Marie. Bob flopped
around on the floor like a dying fish, trying to pull the chair back up, but
Marie kicked him back down to the ground as we kissed.
I then turned and placed my bare foot on Bob, like a safari huntress posing
with her vanquished game, and I placed the recorder on the floor by his face
and pressed play. He screamed, "NOOO!!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO MEEEE!!!!", as
his confession played at full volume.
When the confession was done, I picked up the recorder and clicked it off. I
smiled down at Bob, my bare foot still pressing down on him as he squirmed,
trying to get himself off the floor.
"Oh yes...", I answered, "I always keep a promise, you pathetic little shit.
You asked for it. You begged for it. You SCREAMED for it. And now... we're
gonna fuck ya. We're going to erase our voices and just leave the last part...
where you confessed to not one, but two murders. We're gonna make sure this
tape finds its way into the hands of the authorities."
"You made it easy for us, you dumb fuck", said Marie. "Just spilling the beans
without us having to interrupt your little confession with questions. How easy
our editing task will be."
Bob was crying so hard that he could hardly catch his breath. He shook his
head madly in protest... screaming his pathetic sobs... "PLEE-EEE-EASE D-DON'T
DOOO THIS TOOO MEE-EEE!!!! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK!!!!", etc.
Listening with delight, I stripped down to nothing. I squatted over Bob, my
long hair hanging like a curtain over his face. I reached down and took his
cock between my fingertips and began to lightly stroke its surface. I could
feel Bob's pulse pounding through his aching member as he writhed and wailed.
"Gotcha", I whispered. "I gotcha good. Revenge is so delicious and sweet."
Bob curled up into a fetal position on his side, trembling, his wrists shackled
behind him to the toppled chair. I lowered myself to him and enveloped him
softly with my warm, nude body... and licked inside his ear. Pressing my pussy
against his thigh, I whispered, "This is it Bobby. You're going to prison for
life... so feel me against you. I want you to remember this feeling... the
feeling of a woman's naked body. Not just any woman's... but mine. I want you
to remember this while you waste away in your cell... remember it as something
you'll never ever have again for the rest of your life. Remember Marie.
Remember me. And remember how Marie and Heather tortured and humiliated you
this week while you're getting fucked up the ass by one of your inmate pals.
I'm sure you'll make quite an impression... walking into the shower with a
bikini wax job."
Bob choked on his wretched sobs.
"Oh, how I am going to enjoy thinking of you while I fuck some other guy. Some
real man... who I'll please in ways you can only dream of... but which you
won't dare to dream of. Because it will cause you too much pain. To know
that someone else is having me while you are doomed to be a prison fuck toy
for the rest of your life. To go to your grave never to feel the female touch
again. Now you know the taste of utter defeat, Bob... I've really, really got
you good, and all I can do is smile about it."
I found myself humping Bob's thigh hard and fast, and I continued until I came.
Driving him to hell... sealing his fate with one more searing orgasm that he
was not allowed to share. Then I got off of him and picked up the two pieces
of my bikini. Marie smiled at me, watching as I got dressed. I knelt down and
grabbed the tape recorder that lie inches from Bob's catatonic body.
Then I linked arms with Marie, and we strolled out into the sun, stepping over
Bob like a discarded pile of trash.
Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part XVIII)
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Around 5:30 AM the next morning, a Florida state police cruiser pulled up
behind Bob's Porsche which sat parked on the shoulder of Highway 1. Two
officers walked up to the car to find a naked man handcuffed to the steering
wheel and a small tape recorder in the front seat.
The confession on the tape was enough to keep Bob in jail pending further
investigation, even under the strange circumstances of his discovery. His
confession about the Cuban teenager quickly checked out with a two year old
unsolved murder case in Miami. It apparently took no effort after that for the
police to get Bob to sign a confession to both the Miami murder and Steve's.
At this moment, Bob is serving a life term without parole in a maximum security
prison. Meanwhile, Marie and I are still dancing at our little club, having
spectacular sex - with each other and with anyone else we choose, and seriously
loving life. One day I intend to send Bob an anonymous letter, perhaps to tell
him of a night of particularly hot sex. He'll know who it's from. Maybe some
time soon Marie and I will pay Bob a visit in prison... dressed to kill of
course... in tiny miniskirts, sexy halter tops and heels.
But for now it is enough to know that Bob is sitting in a prison cell somewhere
eating his pathetic little heart out. Seething with envy and regret. Turning
himself inside out... knowing that we are out here having a blast. Knowing
that we won the game and that he is the permanent loser. Burning with impotent
rage... knowing that he can do absolutely nothing about it. Nothing.
The only thing I am really curious to know is how Bob came for the first time
after the cops found him. Was it in his holding cell in the county jail...
jerking off like a monkey over his seatless toilet? Was it involuntarily in
his pants while the cops were fingerprinting him? Or was it with some guy's
cock in his ass?
All I know is that it wasn't... and never will be... with a woman. Marie and
I made sure of that!
Don't let anyone ever tell you that revenge isn't sweet. It is. Oh, it is
indeed. My only desire is that I could have Bob here so I could watch him burn
for me... so that I could straddle him one more time and whisper in his ear:
"Suffer for me baby.... suffer.... suffer.... suffer...."