Revenge Against the Ex-Wife and Stepdaughter

by ahorsewithnoname

WARNING! This story, along with the sequel, is the most extreme story I've ever written. It contains kidnapping, rape, forced incest, mental anguish, drugs, psychological torture, BDSM, sex toys, semi-bestiality, and, um, humor. It is NOT for the faint at heart! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

CHAPTER ONE

As I felt the thick head of my cock pop into the virginal asshole of my ex-wife's sixteen-year-old daughter, eliciting a muted scream as her face was forced deeper into her mom's pussy, I paused to think about how I managed to get into this position.

It started several years ago. I was betrayed. The bitch . . . I'm sorry, my ex-wife, well, it was bad enough that she dumped me for someone younger. I guess I could have lived with that. What pushed me over the edge was her turning her daughter against me . . . my step-daughter. She filled her head with misinformation, lies really, and because she was a stepdaughter, I couldn't do much about it. Oh, I tried, to no avail. I'd see her look at me with contempt, and look at her mom with nothing but love. The lies that her mother must have told her. She turned everyone in her family against me, all of our mutual friends, etc. It was a real expert job of sabotage.

So, I began to plan my revenge. It started slow because I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. But then after watching television and reading some stories online, a solid plan began to form in my head. Something elaborate, but, doable. It would take some time and money, but I had both, and nothing better to do.

Two years later, I was ready. I had rented some warehouse space for not a lot of money because no one wanted to rent in that section of the city. I paid cash, of course. Then I began remodeling the inside. I put a special platform bed in there, a portable heater, and a couple of cabinets, and then custom-built some of the more interesting parts.

Now it was time to get the women. It wasn't that difficult. Two tasers was all it took. I parked around back, got out, and waited for them to come home and open the garage door. It was late and dark. When the door opened, I waited for the car to pass and then I slipped in and off to the side, wearing my latex gloves. Soon both of them got out of the car and started for the door to the house. They didn't make it.

Tasered. Quickly hooded. Handcuffed behind the back with plastic tie strips. Tape over the mouth. Earplugs. Tossed into the back of the van. All in all, it took about ten minutes. Got in the van, took off my little disposable booties, put them and the gloves in a burn bag, and that was that.

Didn't want trouble from them for a while, so I used chloroform and put them out for a couple of hours. Amazing what you can get through the Internet these days. As I took them into my storage area, I felt my cock start to respond. I realized that I was going to exact some great revenge over the next few days.

I brought Julie in first, my ex. Guess I should describe her. As I pulled off the hood, her long reddish-blonde hair splayed around her head and down her back. I uncuffed her, then began undressing her. First, her sweater, shirt, and bra, which did a decent job of hiding her 36 D-cups. They weren't all that firm after having three kids, but they sure looked good to me. It was a little cool inside the storage area, so her nipples started to harden. Next came her shoes, socks, and jeans. Bikini panties were next. The bitch had shaved off her wonderful reddish-blonde bush right before she kicked me out of the house, and I saw that she still was shaving, much to my chagrin. I really liked her bush. Well, ya' can't have everything, I guess.

I finished cuffing her back up, putting on a very effective blindfold, ball gag, and earplugs. The cuffs weren't your ordinary cuffs. She was laid back on a platform bed, arms stretched out to the corners, tied securely. Her legs were spread with a bar between her ankles, and then they were secured by ropes at the head of the bed. She wouldn't be too uncomfortable, but, she'd know that her pussy would be wide open to the world.

Now to get Keri. Sweet Keri. She was very unconscious when I pulled her from the van and carried her inside. I removed that hood and her near-shoulder length light blonde hair, teased with streaks of magenta and green, settled about her face. I methodically removed her restraints, and then her clothing -- sweater, t-shirt, bra...oh my...a first look at her breasts. They were nothing short of magnificent. I looked at her bra and saw that she was a 34dd. She always had large breasts for her age and was teased in school. I wanted to tell her "Honey, don't worry, someday a man will be very happy to put his penis between them" but the chance never came up! After a minute of staring at her tits, well, okay, I didn't just stare, I reached down and felt them, felt them quite well, thank you very much . . . even pinched a nipple. Okay, twice.

I laid her down on the bed and got down near her feet. Reaching up, I unbuckled her dress belt, and her jeans, then pulled down the zipper. With both hands, I carefully and slowly wrestled the jeans down her thighs, over her knees, and down her calves, pulling off her sneakers and socks at the same time, and then her jeans.

Now she was clad only in her black panties. I took a break and secured her arms, blindfold, earplugs, and gag. I was looking for a way to prolong this, but, I couldn't think of . . . ah yes, the van. I secured her legs, not expecting her to wake just yet, but wanted to be prepared. Then I left and moved the van several blocks away, taking my time walking back.

No one had stirred. I took off my clothes and then repositioned myself on the bed, between Keri's legs. I reached out and gripped her thighs lightly, parting them a bit. Then I leaned forward until my face was a half-inch from her panty-covered mound.

I inhaled.

It was exactly the scent I expected from a teen pussy. I was in heaven.

I inhaled again, and again. Then I leaned forward and planted a light kiss. I decided that I had waited long enough for this. I slowly started to peel her panties down her body and then stopped, my heart beginning to pound.

I saw wisps of hair.

Blonde pussy hair. Mother of God . . . she was in the minority and didn't shave her pubic hair!

Heaven, I'm in heaven, I thought to myself, but couldn't remember who sang the song to whom.

I continued peeling the panties down, exposing more light blonde pussy hair, and then her actual pussy. From the way her lips were tightly held together, I could only assume that no boy's cock had pierced her inner sanctum. At least not yet.

Throwing caution to the wind, I moved forward and began lightly licking her pussy lips, then licking her hair, then back to her tiny vaginal opening, pushing with my tongue.

I'd never dined with the gods on Olympus, but I now knew what the nectar of the gods, ambrosia, must taste like.

I gently parted her lips with my fingers and found her clit with my tongue. I licked gently, lightly, then quickly back and forth with almost a butterfly-kiss-like effect. I felt her stir!

I continued my oral assault, running my fingers through her sparse bush, then using my shoulders to spread her legs a bit further apart. This gave me deeper access, and I slid my tongue down and tickled at her asshole, so pink and clean-looking.

I feasted. I feasted on pussy and ass and felt her starting to stir more and more. I was leaking pre-cum. As her pussy began lubricating itself, more and more juice ended up on my tongue and lips, and face. She must have been thinking she was having one helluva' wet dream.

I backed off. It was time to move to Phase II. I went and got some water and took the Viagra I knew I was going to need tonight. I was going to fuck my stepdaughter, deflower her completely.

And, she was going to beg me to do it.

CHAPTER TWO

I went to a cabinet and retrieved two headphones and two special mp3 players that had an additional device wired into each of them. I had already pre-mixed the music along with a synthetic voice-over with some special instructions. I could also pick and choose other voice-overs from the additional device and the remote in my hand. I connected the headphones to the mp3 players, each with a name on them so I made sure to get them to the correct person, and then secured them on Keri and her mom. The headphones were custom-made and had a strap to secure them in place.

Julie was a Nirvana freak, so I collected all of their tunes for her. The volume was set fairly loud, as a distraction. Same with Keri's, except she liked all sorts of freaky stuff. So freaky stuff I gathered.

I positioned Keri similarly to her mom, with a spreader between her ankles and secured to the ceiling so that I could have complete access to her.

Next, I retrieved a couple of ammonia capsules, the same kind you see used to revive professional athletes after they've gone into a semi-conscious state. I broke one under Julie's nose, and one under Keri's nose. Then I started the tapes.

I watched them both struggle and try and work their way free. That wasn't going to happen. I buy and build quality, not something that some arm pulling or leg twitching will loosen.

A few minutes into their struggles, the music decreased somewhat and the instructions began, in a voice quite unlike my own.

"Keri. Listen carefully. You and your mom have been abducted. We are going to sell you to a rich Arab as his sex slave. You have a choice. If you fight us, we will kill your mom. We don't need her. We've only kept her alive because we want you to cooperate. If you cooperate and do what we say, she will live. Think about that for a while." Then the music went back to its previous loudness.

"Julie. Listen carefully. You and your daughter have been abducted. If you want to live and want your daughter to live, you will listen carefully, and you will obey us. Failure to obey will result in punishment. You will be our sex slave for the next 72 hours. If you cooperate, we will let the two of you go when we are done. Right now your daughter is in another room by herself. She thinks we are ransoming the two of you to your parents. If you do not cooperate, we will bring her in here and she will become the main attraction in our sex games. Think about that for a while."

As the both of them lay there, naked, I wondered what would be going through their minds. I had a lot of surprises here, but nothing that could read minds.

After five minutes the sound decreased again. This time they both heard the same message.

"We are going to release one hand. If you try to use it to escape, you will fail, and you KNOW what will happen. Once we release your hand, you will reach down and begin masturbating. Your job is to turn us on. If you fail, you know who will suffer. Begin now."

The rope that held the special cuffs in place loosened on their right arms. They could move them and reach a certain distance, but not far enough to try and get loose.

As expected, the ex-bitch Julie reached down and began touching herself, the slut. Okay, I guess given her circumstances she wasn't being slutty, but she was a bitch, and it was good to see her frigging herself. Keri was quite unsure of herself.

"NOW KERI," the voice boomed, "or we'll go cut your mom with a knife."

Almost immediately her hand swooped to her beautifully framed virgin pussy. As her fingers started rubbing she noticed the sticky wetness and rubbed her fingers together, as if trying to figure out why she was wet. She quickly went back and began rubbing her lips, putting a middle finger down her slit to her opening, just tucking the top of the tip of her finger in, making a quick circle, and then moving back up to her lips, to caress her clit. It was breathtaking.

I'd seen Julie rub her snatch before, so it wasn't quite as interesting, but it beat a sharp stick in the eye. I knew she'd be getting a message soon.

"Julie, you aren't trying hard enough. We want to see you cum. Do we need to go get you some INCENTIVE?"

She shook her head back and forth, indicating no, and began rubbing her pussy with more enthusiasm. Once or twice she grabbed a breast and brought it up to her mouth so she could lick at the nipple. Now that I liked, as evidenced by my cock hardening.

I let this go on for a bit and watch Julie reach orgasm. I could tell it was real . . . her chest always flushed when she came. I could see her pussy pulsing.

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