Revenge 2: Revenge Against the Ex-Wife and Step-Daughter

by ahorsewithnoname

Author's Note: As evidenced by the title, this is the second story in the "Revenge Against" series of stories. You would do your best to read all the chapters in Revenge Against the Ex-Wife and Stepdaughter before tackling this story.

WARNING: This story, broken up into a series of chapters, is EXTREME! Not kidding. There's death, torture, mental torture, humiliation, forced sex, forced incest, bestiality . . ., if you could imagine the worst in human sexuality, it's probably in here. DO NOT READ THIS STORY if you a) cannot separate fantasy from reality, b) cannot stomach very extreme content, or c) plan on telling me I'm a sick motherfucker who deserves to die. Seriously. The guy who wrote the Games of Thrones series wrote some pretty hardcore stuff and is praised. Don't kill the messenger.

Aftermath

You would think that after the warnings I gave both Julie and Keri, they would have been smart enough to leave well enough alone and not try and pursue me.

"Ladies. Let this be a lesson for you both. Don't ever fuck with me again. Don't call the police. Don't try and find me. Just walk away and be happy, very happy that you are both alive. I'm sure you'll have plenty to think about, like how you both liked eating each other's pussies, etc. Now, in 5 minutes, a small bomb is going to go off inside this room. You do NOT want to be here. Get out now. Don't think, just throw on the clothes that I left for you and GET OUT NOW!"

I wasn't going to take any chances. Upon my arrival in Maui, I drove a car to a beach house that I had rented. Within an hour, I had left the place, all packed, and was at the docks, getting on a fishing boat that I had hired under another assumed name. Within a couple of hours, I was flying on yet another private plane, this time to the Philippines. Why there? Well, two reasons...officials there are easy to bribe, which had already been done, and there was no extradition treaty with the United States, so I felt pretty secure.

And I waited. It was a small beach house, the water was warm, and the local girls were friendly, especially when I was buying the drinks. So long as a typhoon didn't strike, I could stay here, happy, for a long, long time.

It took about four months for trouble to begin. At the beach house in Maui, which I had rented for a year, and paid for in cash in advance, I had installed a security system. Not one that would alert the local police, mind you, but rather one that would alert me to anyone's presence. In other words, trouble.

I activated the live feed so I could see what was happening. I guess it was some kind of private detective, judging by what he was doing, which was snooping around. He made a call on his cell phone, so I activated the microphones in the place.

"Julie? It's Rodger. I'm here, and I think I found the place where he is staying. He's not here now. I'll wait for him. Yes. Yes, I know what you want to be done. Just be ready to wire the money to the account number I gave you." With that, he terminated the call.

I learned a couple of things. First, this was no private detective. They didn't carry a gun with a silencer, which this guy produced while on the call. Second, and most important, he was hired by my ex-wife. She had not let it go. She had hired a guy to kill me.

Fine. Game on.

Chapter 1

"Mister, I don't know what you are talking about!"

"Really. Okay. We can do this the hard way."

With that, I put the gag back in the guy's mouth. I fired up the engines on the boat and carefully guided it out of the dock, into the bay, then into the open water. After about an hour I cut the engines to idle. It was just me and the assassin.

He watched as I started pouring large buckets of bloody chum overboard. It didn't take long. Within a few minutes, I spotted the first fin. Then a few others appeared. I looked back at him. His eyes were a little more open now.

He was naked, bound, and held straight up by the winch. It was used to pulling up thousands of pounds of fish, so his two hundred pounds was not a problem. Using the remote, I maneuvered him over the side and above the water. He was...struggling. Then I took a smaller bucket and threw its contents at him...bloody chum. It covered him and splashed into the water.

Standing up on the edge, I reached over and pulled the gag down so he could speak.

"Oh my fucking God, wait, don't do this, I'll tell you everything!"

"I know you will."

Pressing another button, the winch released and he dropped straight into the bloody, shark-infested water.

I left him there for about twenty seconds. Then I reeled him in.

As he broke the surface he began screaming. He didn't appear to be bitten, just scared.

"Hush."

"S-Sh-She's living in Arizona, j-ju-just outside of Phoenix!"

"I'm not sure I believe you." I pressed the remote again, and he started to descend again toward the water.

"Nooooooooooooooooo...stop! I'm telling you the truth, motherfucker!"

"Really." I stopped his downward progress. The splash of a shark's tail against the surface close by punctuated my statement.

"Yes! Yes! YES! I have the address in my phone!"

I retrieved his phone from my pocket and looked into the address book. There were hundreds of names in there.

"Which name?"

He hesitated, thinking.

"I see."

I pressed the remote and sent him under the water again. This time, I waited a full thirty seconds. As the winch started to engage again, there was a noticeable strain in the cable.

"Fish on the line," I said to no one in particular.

The winch struggled just a bit, and then he broke the surface. His screams were, well, unnatural. When he was raised high enough, I could see the problem. The lower half of his left leg was missing. Had to be a tiger shark, I thought to myself. Only shark in these waters capable of such a bite.

"Which name?"

He was frothing at the mouth, screaming hysterically.

"Fuck you!! I'll never tell you anything! I'll kill you, you fucker!"

I watched him struggle a bit more, listened to him curse me, and then served up the coup de grace.

"You called her. It's in your records. She hasn't moved. I'm done with you. It's time to pay her a visit."

His eyes got big as he heard a click and felt the winch release him, sending him down into the water for the last time.

I fired up the engines and began the trek back to shore, looking back over my shoulder to see a bloody melee taking place behind me.

I pulled up his phone, found the appropriate place, and sent her a text message:

Job finished. Send payment.

It was time for me to plan another visit with Julie & Keri.

Chapter 2

When I found out the secret of making money through the stock market, it was obscene how much money one could make. Of course, if you went on a total moneymaking binge, you'd eventually get caught, but if you were just interested in making a few million over the course of a year or two, it was child's play. By using mass media, especially social media, it was quite easy to start a rumor about a company or plant false hope that a stock was going to rise because of some reason or another. The key was the speed at which such information moved. Buy some call options, spread a rumor, watch the stock rise a few points, sell the options, and make 10-20x your investment in an hour or two. Lather, rinse, repeat. The key was not to get greedy, to make small gains using multiple accounts across multiple exchanges. By the time I finished, a couple of years ago, my portfolio was worth just over eight million dollars. Could have kept it up, possibly indefinitely, but, I didn't need additional funds.

Now it was time to put some of those funds to good use.

It had been just over 90 days since my supposed demise. I had been observing "the family" for half of those days. Security was back to being lax. I suppose it made sense...the threat was no longer viable, at least in their eyes.

The two of them were attending a craft fair. I was in attendance too, although unless they were right up next to me, there was no way for them to recognize me. My disguise as an older man with a cane and slight hunch, floppy hat, and sunglasses, was most ignorable.

Julie looked surprisingly well, having lost a few pounds. Her hair was shorter, and she sported a bit of a tan. Keri too looked tan and was a knockout, her large breasts standing proudly on her relatively thin frame. I licked my lips in anticipation. The guy at the booth where I was standing saw where I was looking.

"A little young for you, eh, old timer?"

I harrumphed and tottered away, and heard him chuckle.

As I watched them walk away, I took one last glance and zeroed in on Keri's ass, remembering how sweet it was when I took her anal cherry.

My cock, thick and lubricated, popped into her virgin asshole, the head sinking in fully, followed by me pressing forward, inch by inch, into her delightfully tight ass.

Soon, I thought, soon.

Chapter 3

I heard the door to the bedroom close. That answered my first question, which was "Who was in the shower?" I heard the shower start up a few minutes ago. A few seconds later, the closet doors opened.

Lock pick book? $25. High-powered Stun Gun? $475. Look on my ex-wife's face when she saw me standing naked in her closet. Priceless.

ZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZzzzzzzZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

The stun gun was quite effective. I had a few minutes since I knew Keri would be a while in the shower, so I put them to good use. I quickly removed Julie's shorts and underwear, pushed her legs back, and entered her pussy. God, that felt good. It had been a few months since I'd had sex, and the feel of her pussy around my cock was nice. Granted, she wasn't lubricated, but, it took just a dozen or so in and outs before her pussy dampened enough to make it slick for me. I planned to just dump a load to get the anxiety out of the way.

Hooking her ankles over my shoulders, I began a series of long strokes and then heard the shower cut off. As I rode Julie, I thought about all of the interesting stuff I had planned for this long weekend.

I felt my balls tighten so I pulled out of her and moved up to her face, opened her mouth, and then aimed and shot my pent-up full load of cum inside of it. God, that felt great! It was then I heard a soft knock at the door.

"Mom?"

I got to my feet and retrieved the second stun gun I'd brought along, then walked to the door.

Opening it, I got my second priceless look in ten minutes. Keri looked at my face, registered I was naked, and quickly glanced at my cock. The dribble of cum leaking from it was the last thing she saw before getting stunned.

Chapter 4

I'm nothing if not meticulous. Having broken into the house a week earlier, I had read all of Julie and Keri's emails, checked their online calendars, looked through various pieces of mail that had come, and generally snooped around, trying to piece together their current lives. I didn't want any surprises. Fortunately, there were no problems that I couldn't handle.

Julie's sister was coming for a visit. I didn't see that as a problem. In fact, I was quite pleased with this news. I had always wanted to fuck Melissa, and with a little planning, I could make that happen.

Keri's situation was a little more problematic. This evening she was supposed to have her best friend over for the night. Janey was a cute skinny little brunette, if I remembered correctly, with small tits, a nice ass and legs. Wasn't sure how I was going to deal with her, but, I had time.

Beyond that, the weekend was clear. I rented a large house on the outskirts of town, which is where I was now. The women were resting comfortably in separate bedrooms. Okay, perhaps they weren't all that comfortable, and maybe resting was pushing it a bit. Okay, fuck it...they were terrified.

I had stripped them at the house, bound them, gagged them, blindfolded them, and then loaded them into my van. When I got them to my place, I put them into separate rooms, binding them to beds. I needed some time to prepare for Melissa's visit. She was scheduled to arrive in a couple of hours. But, I had a little bit of time to visit with my guests.

There was no other way to say it. Keri was simply stunning. She had a gorgeous face, large yet firm tits, and the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen. She was still bucking the trend and not shaving her pussy, although I could tell that she had trimmed it somewhat.

I knew that this time, I couldn't pretend with either of them. Last time I kept both Julie and Keri in line because they didn't know it was me, thought they were kidnapped by sex slave merchants, etc. So, I needed a different plan, and of course, had one. But for now, I'm settling for simple rope.

I climbed onto the bed with Keri and brought my face up to her ear, speaking softly.

"I know that you and your mother tried to have me killed. Obviously, that didn't work out too well. So, I have nothing to lose. I can kill the both of you, or just one of you, or, I can have fun this weekend, and let both of you live. Your behavior will help make up my mind."

With that I moved down her body, my mouth moving to her left nipple. It was hard, not from arousal, but from fear. Either way, I was happy it was at attention as I sucked it into my mouth. I loved the feel of her naked body against mine once again. I wondered if any boys had enjoyed the pleasure of her body since I had taken all three of her cherries.

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