Revenge

I unbuckled her arms and legs and head from the wheel. She almost fell forward onto the hard concrete floor. I caught her.

"Fuck, my arms and legs are asleep!"

"Get down on all fours," I ordered, not giving a shit about her arms and legs.

She submitted, kneeling slowly down onto the cold concrete, then leaning forward until her forearms were on the floor also. I pushed her head down onto the concrete between her hands.

"Raise your ass."

Obediently, she pushed her tight little tush higher into the air. Her two ass tats, the lips and the bunny, got me even hornier than I already was. I had almost forgotten about them, but seeing them reminded me how much I'd always enjoyed taking Megan from behind. And of how much she'd loved being taken that way, at least before going lesbian. I was going to find out if she still liked it; my money was on yes.

I went over to where I had dropped the flogger earlier and picked it up. I stripped off my shirt, leaving myself naked. It was warm in the little room now, and I was sweating. My cock bobbed in front of me as I walked. I couldn't wait to bury it into Megan's tight cunt, but I forced myself to be patient. I had to properly prep the little whore first.

Positioning myself behind her, I began to flog her ass, lower back, and upper thighs with smooth, regular strokes.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

The leather welted her flesh and made her cry out against the concrete floor. But her cries now were a mix of pain and pleasure, every wet smack making her squirm her legs and pussy, and I didn't need her to tell me how much she was enjoying it.

THWACK! THWACK!

"God! Fuck! Oh, fuck!" she shrieked.

I continued flogging her until her entire backside was a lovely glowing red, and her skin was crisscrossed with stripes. Then I tossed the flogger aside.

"Liked that, didn't you, bitch?" I said.

Megan, her cheek still pressed against the floor, said "Oh, God yes, yes, it was fucking amazing!"

Just then, I heard the door to the room open behind me. I turned, and there was Vivian, still done up in her dominatrix outfit and looking fine as hell. She stood in the doorway, booted legs spread, hands on hips, looking at the scene with an amused smile.

"Is it pussyfucking time, Ryan?" she asked sweetly. "I see little Megan has assumed the position."

"Yeah, it is," I said. "And about damn time, too." I massaged my swollen cock. Vivian looked down at it, and arched her eyebrows appreciatively.

"Very nice, baby," she cooed. "I think Megan will appreciate what you have to offer. Isn't that right, slut?"

Without moving, Megan said "Yes, mistress."

"Yes, you will." Vivian walked slowly over to where I stood. Her bootheels clicked loudly on the floor. I couldn't take my eyes off her huge tits as they bounced inside her leather corset. Of course, Vivian noticed me staring.

"Do you like my tits, Ryan?" she asked bluntly, looking me in the face.

I flushed, suddenly embarrassed by this authoritative woman's direct stare. "Uh, yeah, they're really nice."

"Really nice," she said with a lightly mocking tone. I flushed even more deeply. "Boy, these are the best pair of boobs you've seen in a long time. Admit it."

I nodded. "Yeah, they are. They're fucking fantastic."

"That's better." She patted my cheek, trailing her long nails down my skin and making me shiver. "Now, shall we take care of our little slut here? I think so. But we should do it properly. Wait here."

Without waiting for an answer, she left the room. Megan remained prostrate on the floor. I stared at her upraised ass and pussy with raging desire. But I didn't want to fuck her, not until I saw what Vivian had in store.

A few minutes later she returned, pushing some kind of low, padded bench on wheels. The bench was about four feet long and two feet wide, and was maybe three feet high. The top was cushioned with riveted black leather. Along both sides of the bench, nearly at floor level, were narrow runners. These runners had cuff restraints at each end.

"Come here, slut," Vivian said sternly. At once Megan rose and went to the bench. She seemed to be very familiar with it, because she immediately crawled onto it, laying face down and placing her arms and legs on the runners. Vivian went around the bench and pinned Megan's ankles and wrists in place with the restraints. Megan was now bound in a doggy-style position with her legs apart and her pussy and asshole exposed. I saw where this was going, and practically came just thinking about it.

"Ryan, which end would you like?" asked Vivian, standing over Megan.

"I want to fuck her pussy and ass," I said immediately, my voice a little hoarse with lust.

Vivian chuckled. "I had a feeling you would say that. By all means, please help yourself." She gestured to Megan's backside. "She's ready for you. Aren't you, you little whore? You're going to be a good slut for Ryan, right?"

"Oh, yes, mistress, I am," Megan said eagerly. Her pussy squirmed against the soft leather beneath it. "Oh, I'm so horny," she said plaintively.

Vivian's eyes narrowed. "Quiet. We aren't interested in what you want. This is for our pleasure, not yours."

"Yes, mistress. I'm sorry, mistress."

I moved around behind Megan, massaging my burning cock, smearing precum all over the head. Her little holes looked inviting. She continued to squirm, making her pussy open and close a little. I stepped in closer, placing one foot on the end of one of the runners and my hands on the small of Megan's back. I saw the trampy little tattoos again, and gave each one a hard smack with my hand. Megan yelped. Then I positioned my cockhead between her wet pussy lips and slowly, slowly eased myself in.

And oh, fuck me, it was heavenly. Her cunt was tighter than I remembered; she must have been doing exercises to tone it up. It felt like a thick and slippery rubber band clenched around my shaft. I pushed all the way in, listening to Megan groan loudly with pleasure. I pushed in until I was balls deep, and I worked my hips around in a small circle so my balls would brush against the little slut's hard clit. I could feel her nub tickling my ball sack. She whimpered in response.

"Fuck, yes, you love it, bitch, tell me you love it," I grunted at her.

"I love it, I love it, oh fuck, I love it!" Megan shrieked. "Please, please, please fuck me!"

Then I noticed that Vivian had moved around to Megan's front and was standing directly in front of her upturned face. She was now wearing an enormous strap-on dildo. It was bright red, made of some kind of hard but flexible material, at least ten inches long. I couldn't see Megan's face from where I was, but what Vivian said next told me everything I needed to know.

"That's right, little slut, you're going to get spit roasted," she said sweetly. "Your ex-boyfriend on one end and your mistress on the other. And you're going to take it like a good whore."

Megan nodded frantically, her strawberry blonde hair flying up and down. I reached out and grabbed a handful of it and yanked back, hard. Megan cried out in pain. Her head was now tilted back at an uncomfortable angle, but it gave Vivian full access to Megan's mouth.

Vivian looked at me. "Thank you, baby! What a nice gesture. Chivalry isn't dead after all. Keep her head just like that."

"No problem," I said. I twisted a loop of hair through my fist and held onto it as I began to fuck Megan in earnest, ramming my shaft in and out of her stretched pussy, feeling my balls slap her clit every time I pushed in. Megan arched her hips into each thrust, greedily trying to get even more of me inside her slutty little cunt. I buried my cock as deep inside her as it would go, forcing little screams from her mouth with every thrust.

"She's enjoying your cock!" said Vivian. "Very nice work, Ryan."

I didn't answer; I was too busy wallowing in the intense pleasure of having my cock squeezed and massaged by those tightly toned cunt muscles. It was taking all of my willpower not to cum; I wanted to make sure I had a chance at her asshole, too.

Vivian had inserted her strap-on into Megan's willing mouth, and was face-fucking her in earnest now. I heard the same "gluck" sound now that I'd heard during our earlier face-fucking session on the wheel, only this was even louder and accompanied by a small retching noise every time Vivian thrust her hips and shoved the dildo in. I imagined this was because Megan's head was yanked so far back. The bitch probably gagged every time the big fake cock went in. Vivian had Megan's head between her hands, holding it perfectly still, making her a passive receptacle, completely helpless to resist having her mouth violated. But I could tell by the flowing wetness around my cock that my slutty ex-girlfriend loved being treated like this.

Vivian and I got a nice rhythm going, so that Megan had a cock, fake or real, deeply inserted into her at all times. She rocked her body back and forth on the padded bench, as much as the restraints would allow, trying to maximize the pleasure of each thrust into her pussy and mouth.

"I think she's enjoying this a little too much," I said to Vivian.

"You're right, baby," said Vivian, and retrieved a riding crop from the table, which was within easy reach of where she stood. She handed it to me. "You do the honors."

I took the crop and began to smack Megan's ass, thighs, back, and shoulders with it. Each blow produced a flat crack that seemed loud in the small room. Megan's moans turned into screams of ecstasy, combined with whimpered pleadings to fuck her harder and faster. I was deliberately fucking at only a moderate pace, to keep her from cumming. I also wasn't touching her clit, except for the slapping it was receiving from my swollen balls. It must have been driving her fucking crazy. I knew how badly she needed to cum.

In the middle of working Megan over with the crop I saw Vivian begin to strip off the leather corset. Without breaking her face-fucking rhythm, she undid the ties and loosened it, then let it fall to the floor. I was treated to the gorgeous sight of Vivian topless, a light sheen of sweat covering her delectable ebony skin, her large tits bouncing as she moved. Her nipples were huge - long puckered buds the color of dark chocolate. Her areolas were huge, too, the size of small saucers. I practically started drooling, and had to focus every ounce of my willpower not to blast my load into Megan's pussy.

Vivian saw me staring at her boobs, smiled, and began to play with them. She cupped one in each hand and lifted them, and squeezed them together. She lifted a nipple to her mouth and sucked on it sensually. Then she pinched both nipples between the thumb and index finger of each hand and began to roll them gently back and forth.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, feeling my balls and cock throbbing. "Oh, fuck, you have fucking great tits."

"I know," she said wickedly. "Want to play with them?"

"Fuck, yes," I said.

"Then come over here."

She pulled the dildo out of Megan's mouth. Megan made a disappointed whining sound, and Vivian gave her a sharp slap across the cheek for it. Vivian gestured for me to come to her. With some regret, I slid my dick out of Megan's pussy (she was silent this time) and walked around the bench to Vivian.

Immediately, Vivian grabbed my head between her strong hands and pressed my face into those glorious tits. I was enveloped in coffee-colored flesh, smelling of some intoxicating perfume mixed with a light aroma of her sweat. She ground her boobs against the sides of my face, keeping my head pressed firmly in between them. It was fucking heavenly. I started getting dizzy, needing air, but not wanting to come out from between those boobs.

Then she released me, and I drew in a gasping breath. After a moment, she pulled me in again, but this time not between them. She pushed my face directly into her left tit, so the nipple was squarely in my mouth. Without thinking I began to suck at it greedily, and I vaguely heard Vivian making low noises of pleasure. The long nipple was deliciously stiff and sweaty. After a minute, she switched me to the other tit and I gave it the same treatment.

Finally, she pushed my head away with a gentle shove. I was panting.

"Oh, fuck me, that was amazing," I managed to say.

"I know," Vivian said. "I think Megan enjoyed it too."

I turned to look at Megan, who was only a few feet away from us. Her face was turned up to look; she'd been watching the whole thing. A look of furious jealousy mixed with lust was on her pretty face.

"Didn't you, little slut? You liked watching your ex-boyfriend play with your mistress's titties, didn't you?"

"Yes, mistress," Megan said sullenly.

"I thought so. If you liked that, you'll like this even more."

Vivian grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to the floor on my back. I was still naked, and the concrete was icy cold against my sweaty skin. My cock jutted up at an obscene angle. She stripped out of the little booty shorts, revealing no panties underneath - just a clean-shaven brown pubic mound and a small dark slit. She left the boots on, and stood over me, planting one spiked heel on either side of my torso. Looking up, I could see her pink cunt between her slightly open pussy lips. I groaned with pure lust.

"Megan, I'm going to ride your ex like a cowgirl now. He's going to give me as many orgasms as I demand, and you're going to watch. You will not be able to get any sexual relief; you will be left frustrated. You will not even be permitted to masturbate."

Megan wailed at this, tears streaming from her eyes.

"But mistress, please, I'm so horny, I can't stand it, please..."

"Quiet, whore."

With that, Vivian slowly lowered herself down until her pussy lips hovered less than an inch from my cock. She grasped my shaft with her slender but strong fingers, and I groaned again. It felt so fucking good. Then, ever so slowly, she eased my cockhead between her pussy lips, and knelt astride me, pushing herself all the way down on my shaft.

I became lost in delirious pleasure. The exquisite sweet wet tightness made Megan's cunt seem only average. This woman knew exactly how to use her pussy; every muscle seemed trained to deliver maximum pleasure. With frustrating slowness she rose up again, then sat back down, then rose, then sat. Her cunt passage dragged at my sensitive cock flesh, sending electric tingles up and down my spine. I tried to thrust upward, but Vivian just rose with me, denying me the extra friction I wanted.

"Fuck!" I cried out in frustration. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"No, no, baby. We do this my way. I'm in charge. You lay still."

There was no disobeying that silky, commanding voice. I lay as still as I could, the cold concrete against my back, the mind-blowing warmth enveloping my cock. I looked over at Megan; she was staring at us with her mouth hanging open and tears of frustration running freely down her cheeks. She looked like a whipped puppy. I smiled at her.

"Damn, your dominatrix is a good fuck," I said to Megan in short, panting gasps. Her only response was a whimpering moan.

Vivian gradually began to increase the pace, and she finally allowed me to thrust up into her in rhythm with her movements. The pleasure tripled instantly. My poor, aching balls were so full of cum I thought they would burst. Her pussy lips pulled and sucked at my cock skin, and her vag muscles worked the shaft expertly. I closed my eyes and began to groan loudly. I couldn't help myself. I felt Vivian's hands close around mine and lift them to her boobs. I grabbed them and started to squeeze and grope and massage with frantic lust.

"Pinch my goddamn nipples!" she commanded.

I obeyed instantly, rolling and squeezing them between my fingers. Vivian cried out with combined pain and pleasure. She reached down and returned the favor, scratching and clawing my own nipples with her manicured nails. I shrieked. It fucking hurt like hell but felt incredible at the same time.

Suddenly her fucking became more urgent. She threw her head back and screamed at the ceiling. Her pussy contracted into an impossibly tight little tunnel, crushing my dick. I screamed too. There was a spasm, and my cock was bathed in a slick wetness that hadn't been there before.

Vivian wailed for what seemed like forever, clenching my dick with her cunt. Then, finally, the pressure relented and Vivian looked down at me, panting and gasping.

"That was orgasm number one for me, baby," she said. "I want three more. Then you are allowed to cum." She looked over at Megan with a cruel smile. "And little miss slut here gets to watch. But no cumming for her. No, no, no."

Megan whined deep in her throat. I could see her backside squirming frantically as she tried to rub her cunt against the leather of the bench. I knew it was no use. The setup was deliberately designed to prevent the slave from gaining any sexual relief without permission.

What came next was a haze of pleasure and frustration that seemed to last an eternity. Vivian's tight cunt, her bouncing tits, her nipple play, my hands all over her smooth brown skin: these were the sensations I would remember for a long time afterward. It was punctuated occasionally by a savage orgasm on Vivian's part. They didn't seem to diminish in intensity no matter how many she had. And she ended up having six more while riding me, not three. I didn't dare protest when the third orgasm came and went and she showed no signs of allowing me to cum. I was afraid if I did, she would get up off my cock and the whole thing would be over.

Finally, I heard the words I'd been waiting for.

"You may cum now, Ryan."

Thank God, I thought, and started to fuck Vivian harder.

But suddenly she lifted herself off my dick and stood up, leaving me bobbing and twitching in the cool air.

"What the fuck?" I yelled, staring at her. I'd temporarily forgotten all about Megan.

"Don't worry baby, I always keep my promises. You can cum now. But I want you to do it in our little slut's ass."

Realization dawned on me. This was my ultimate revenge on Megan - to violate her anally and deposit my sperm deep in her rectum. She had never consented to anal sex during our relationship, saying it wasn't her thing or that it was "gross." Vivian must have known this, must have gotten it out of Megan at some point, because this had obviously been her plan all along.

I stood up slowly, a wicked smile spreading across my lips. I looked at Megan, helpless, strapped to the bench. She looked back at me with wide eyes. Her makeup was streaked down her face. She shook her head violently.

"No, no, no, not in the ass, please..."

Vivian smacked her hard across the ass with her open hand. Megan shrieked.

"Be quiet, bitch. Ryan has my permission to ass-fuck you, and you will take it. And you will thank him afterward. And, you'll remain quiet while he does it."

To ensure this, Vivian took a black ball gag from the table of toys and fixed it firmly into Megan's mouth. It was huge, and forced her small mouth to stretch open wider than I would have thought possible. Megan's eyes bulged and drool almost immediately began to leak from around the gag. I could hear her trying to make noise, but the gag muffled it almost completely.

"There," said Vivian, admiring her handiwork. "That should keep the little slut from bothering you. Now, take her asshole while I watch."

She didn't need to tell me twice. I moved around behind Megan. She tried to follow me with her eyes but I was quickly out of her line of sight. I stood directly behind her, legs on either side of hers, my cock just inches from her asshole. Her little rosebud was pink and clean, puckered like a tiny mouth that has just eaten something sour.

"Has she ever been ass-fucked before?" I asked Vivian. I knew I hadn't taken her anal cherry.