This story is from the website of the "Torturess" Find her at: Torturess The feminine way to break a man... Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part I) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My name is Heather. I'm a 22-year-old exotic dancer in Florida. I chose my profession for one reason: I love to tease men. I just can't help it. Ever since I was a young teenage girl, I used to love to wear short-shorts and tank tops. I always loved the way boys would go crazy for me, and I especially loved the way older men would get uncomfortable and tongue-tied around me. Big, authoritative men acting like fools because they were turned on by a sweet little teenage girl. It made me feel powerful... and very hot. I remember having tickle fights with my girl friends and my brother's friends. If I ever gained the upper hand, I showed no mercy... tickling my hapless victims until they had tears in their eyes or peed in their pants. It was fun! As I grew older, I used to relish going out on dates. I was a gymnast and cheerleader throughout junior high and high school, which gave me numerous opportunities to show off my hot bod in public - and to catch the eye of the cute guys in school. I would always flirt with the boys, but I only went out with the popular ones. Not so much because I wanted to be popular too, but more because they were always used to getting what they wanted from girls and I liked to frustrate them. I polished my kisses down to an art-form: soft, tender lips and a gently playful tongue. Pressing a boy up against the wall and rubbing my body against his was my favorite way to get him hot and bothered while I made him weak with my sweet, seductive kisses. I used to enjoy teasing my dates at movie theatres by running my fingernails up their inner thighs and nibbling on their earlobes. At dances, I would use the slow songs to let my dates feel me up... thinking they would be getting some later. But it was later when I would always innocently say "no". I just loved watching their expressions when I told them they had to wait. They would start to sweat and stammer and act like the old men who got nervous around me when I was younger. I enjoyed it. So much, in fact, that I never gave a definite no. I only said we could go just so far. Well, there's nothing more funny than a boy who is sentenced to heavy petting and nothing else. Of course he doesn't want to stop making out, but as the foreplay continues, he starts to go crazy. Usually, boys would get desperate to the point where they would take it too far, and I could slap them and tell them to take me home. I became known as a cock tease. But it didn't matter. They all still wanted me. My theme song was "I Know What Boys Like", by the Waitresses. I can still remember playing it on my phonograph and dancing around my bedroom with my girlfriends: "I know what boys like. I know what boys want. I like to tease them. Like to frustrate them." We all giggled about it. But I was serious. Deep down, I felt that most boys deserved it. While I dated some nice boys, most of the guys I knew in school thought that girls were subhuman objects of conquest to be bragged about with their buddies. I knew more than one girl who felt she was date-raped by at least one guy in high school. Most parents and teachers considered this to be normal... everybody said, "Boys will be boys". That attitude still makes me sick. Anyway, back to me... In Junior and Senior year I entered two local beauty pageants and won. My parents wanted me to go off to a state competition, but I refused. I had a taste of exhibitionism on stage, but I didn't like being on display like some show-dog. I wanted more control. I wanted something spicy. That opportunity came when I got to college. As a freshman at University of Miami, Florida, I was jogging on the beach every day, doing nautilus regularly in the campus gymnasium, and teaching aerobics at a local health club. I was looking spectacular, and the hot weather allowed me to dress the way I like. Whenever I hit the beach, I oiled up with tanning lotion and wore one of my sexy string bikinis. For classes, I always wore foxy denim shorts or short miniskirts with bikini tops. When I went out on the town, I usually would wear a little party dress and heels. I never wore stockings, because I liked to show off my strong, tanned legs. From the very start, I had a blast. I dated a lot, and had plenty of very hot sex. More delightfully, though, I was on a college campus, surrounded by horny, good looking men. Showing off my body and watching my classmates drool over me was enjoyable, and so was tricking some frat boy into a date where I teased him all night until he limped home with blue balls. It was fun, but I still wanted to experience more. That's when I applied for work at a small, upscale strip-tease bar in Miami. It was my job dancing at this bar that allowed me to hone my art - transforming myself from a mischievous teaser into a devastating torturess. (TO BE CONTINUED...) Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part II) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I've heard feminists complain about strip bars, saying that it is exploitation for a woman to dance in front of men for money. I agree that in cases where girls are dancing against their will, the feminists are right. But I truly believe that the real victims at a strip-tease bar are the men. After all, a guy will walk into a strip bar horny and lonely with some money in his pocket. He'll watch some luscious babes dance seductively for him - while the whole time he can only look but never touch. Then he'll go home hornier, just as lonely, with no money in his pocket. Sucker! So that became my hobby... every Thursday and Friday evening, teasing desperate men for money. I revelled in it! I got my legs waxed, and I trimmed my pubic hair so that there was only a wisp surrounding my sweet spot. I continually moisturized my skin, keeping my whole body soft and smooth, and I tanned darklyand evenly, so that there was only a tiny white line around my waist, left by my string bikini bottom. I let my strawberry-blonde hair grow long and lush, down to my lower back. Of course, I still worked out on a daily basis, so my ass and legs remained hard and taught, my breasts were firm, and I didn't have a hint of fat on my entire body. As an additional luxury, I rubbed Obsession body fragrance between my breasts, on my neck and on my thighs. I looked like I walked straight out of the pages of Playboy or Penthouse (okay... I never quite mastered that "clueless" expression... maybe it's a genetic thing!). Needless to say, I was irresistable. On Thursdays and Fridays, I always found it a little harder to concentrate in class, because I would get hot anticipating my work that evening. When I got home to shower and prepare, I took the phone off the hook, because I was too excited to talk to anyone. I selected my outfits carefully each night, to match my mood. Sometimes I chose to look like an innocent little girl, with frilly lingerie and a bow in my hair, or like a farmer's daughter, with super- short denim shorts, cowboy boots and a frilly, polka-dotted tank top. Other times, I felt hard and cruel, and I wore a black leather miniskirt and spiked heels. Often I wore a loose strand of tiny sea-shells around my waist and a flower over one ear. Naked and tanned, wearing heals, the strand of sea-shells and the flower, I looked like a tropical goddess from any guy's fantasy. By the time my music started and I hit the stage each night, my nipples were hard and I was ready to go! Thus started four hours of hot strip-tease, that would turn me on more than most things I'd ever experienced! Slowly pulling my clothes off while looking into a helpless man's eyes, dancing naked, humping my little towel on the stage, rubbing my body while watching myself in the mirror, sticking my ass into guys' faces, holding my tits centimeters away from some poor fool's eyes... while the whole time they throw money at me. Ooh la la! I get wet just thinking about the power I have over all those pathetic little boys who come to worship me twice a week! Needless to say, I love my job... Now I'm into my second year of dancing and I have my very own following. I've even achieved a bit of local celebrity: I posed for one of those college girl spreads in a popular magazine that did a feature on "Florida Beauties". Each week, I can count on seeing some of the same faces. They are usually the guys who come with the big bucks and ask me to do private dances for them. I happily oblige, and give them fifteen minutes of slow-burning attention that leaves them wide-eyed and speechless. During the private dances, I allow my man to caress my ass and legs while I gyrate my hips and fondle my breasts for him. I will lean forward and whisper in his ear, "You look cute with your mouth hanging open like that", and then I'll lightly kiss his cheek and brush my lips against his. Not surprisingly, some guys are obsessed with me. So, for protection last Spring, I started "dating" this big hulk of a bouncer named Steve, although in reality I made it very clear to him that we were only friends. He made me feel safe when he would walk me to my car after work. And eventually, we became really close friends. Steve's buddies used to kid him about our platonic relationship, but Steve was genuinely sweet, and respected the fact that I only thought of him as a good pal. We spent a lot of time together talking and going to movies and stuff, and every now and then, I would set him up with one of my sexy coworkers or classmates. I enjoyed Steve's company, and the majority of the time I didn't need his protection, except for two incidents that occurred with one particular creep who came to watch me every week, each night that I worked. (TO BE CONTINUED...) Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part III) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The creep's name is Bob, and he's one of those playboy types who drives a Porsche, works out constantly, and wears his shirts open to show off his gold chain. He's actually extremely handsome with a great bod, but his attitude is the ultimate turnoff. He's obnoxious and conceited and he thinks that every woman should fall at his feet. Actually, he's like all those popular boys from high school magnified into one big asshole. He always showed up at the beginning of my shift and asked for a private dance. Whenever I had him alone, he would constantly ask me to go home with him and let him "fuck my brains out". After I turned down his charming invitation, he would always try to grab my tits or stick his hand between my legs. It got so bad one night that Steve had to throw him out. From that point on, Bob was banned from the club. One night the following week, when Steve was walking me to my car, Bob walked up to us. He was extremely drunk, and he was carrying a bottle of beer. He slurred "Hi, Heather, why don't you come over to my place and let me fuck your brains out". Steve told him to back off but Bob just screamed "Mind your own fucking business", and threw his beer bottle in Steve's face. Well, you don't have to guess what happened next! Steve beat the daylights out of Bob and I called the police. Neither Steve nor I pressed charges, but Bob was thrown in jail for public drunkenness. I'm sure when he woke up in the cell the next morning in pain from the beating and the hangover, only to be slapped with a fine, he was not a happy camper. Tragically, I had no idea how crazy Bob would get - or just how sick and evil he was. Not until I got a call from the club owner the next night. Steve had been jumped and stabbed repeatedly in the back outside the club after it closed. I was afraid to ask how he was, but I didn't have to. After an awkward pause, the owner told me that Steve had died on the way to the hospital. I was numb. And I was in pain. I had never been so overwhelmed by so many conflicting and powerful feelings at one time. There was more to it than mere emotion... it was physical. Visceral. I literally felt as if I had been hit by a ton of bricks. I was stunned, sickened and terrified all at once. I dropped the phone, I was crying so hard. And while I cried, my body trembled with rage at the fucking despicable coward who did this... and as I trembled and violently sobbed, it began to dawn on me that perhaps I needed to fear for my own life. What if Bob did this purely out of his obsession for me and not just out of some rage - some grudge born of wounded pride - toward Steve? Would he come for me next? The club owner told me he had called the cops and that they had taken Bob in for questioning. Later the next day I learned that he was released on lack of evidence. When I heard the news I instantly began to blame myself for not having pressed charges after the night with the beer bottle - maybe it would have been enough for the police to hold Bob. I didn't know. I grew increasingly scared. For the next two weeks after the club reopened (the owner shut it down for a couple of days after Steve's death) I always made sure that one of the other bouncers would escort me to my car. The entire time, my fear for Bob was being eclipsed by utter rage. I wanted revenge, but had no idea what to do. Violence was not exactly in my nature and I certainly wasn't about to go out and hire someone to do the same thing to Bob that he had done to Steve. I felt legally helpless to do anything to Bob. The only consolation during that two week period was that I hadn't seen a trace of him. That all changed one afternoon when I was tanning on the beach. Someone walked up and stood over my blanket. It was Bob. He was visibly erect through his shorts and he looked very nervous. He asked me how I was and told me he missed me. I told him to get lost, but instead, he sat down on my towel. "I want you so much Heather", he said. "I can't stand it any longer". I told him to get the fuck away from me, but he went on. "You've got the most perfect body. You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. You drive me nuts! I can return the favor and drive you nuts if you'd only give me the chance. If you had any idea how good I am in bed..." That was it. I got up and ran into the water. He followed. I ran back out and grabbed my towel. "Please", I said, "Just leave me alone." He stared at my wet tits and let out a tiny whimper. "Come on babe, just let me have you once... just once... okay?" "No!", I yelled and began to run away. He ran after me and tackled me in the sand. As I fought him, he tore off my bikini top. He was strong and was able to wrestle himself on top of me. He started to hump me and he squeezed my tits really hard and I screamed. When two lifeguards came to pull Bob off of me, there was semen dripping from his shorts and some on my leg. The bastard came on me! I just ran away as Bob became the victim of another beating. My aversion was so strong that I wasn't even thinking straight enough to call the cops. After all, Bob must certainly have been a prime suspect in their homicide investigation. But I just wanted to get away from the pig! I got home and cried and cried. I thought that this must be my punishment for being a cock-tease all these years. But such childish thoughts were washed away by the knowledge that Bob had... NOBODY had... a right to do this to any woman. And what about STEVE??? This is when I finally realized to think how stupid I was to not wait for the cops to come to the scene so I could press charges. I cried some more and resolved to file a report with the police. But not before talking to someone I could trust. My head was obviously pretty screwed up and I desperately needed some perspective. When I calmed down, I called Marie, a good friend I made while dancing at the club. Marie is a very hot little 23-year-old brunette. She is a yoga fanatic and a ballet dancer. She is also one of those dancers who dances for the sheer pleasure of it... she is bisexual and loves to be around other beautiful women. Not only is Marie gorgeous, but she is very warm and very intelligent, and I often turn to her for advice. When I told her what happened, she was absolutely outraged. She told me not to go to the police because they would only let Bob go again. Instead, she said that I should plan on getting even with him one-on-one. "I know how you like to toy with men", she said. "Your body is your most powerful weapon. Don't you think you should use it against Bob?" I vaguely understood what she was driving at, but I told her that I wanted to really hurt him - I wasn't interested in sexually arousing him. Marie then asked me if I would let her help me out in executing the ultimate revenge plot. I said that it depended on what she had in mind. Marie was born in France to a French father and Chinese mother. Her father left her mother and took Marie with him to the U.S. when she was five. Because of her early separation from her mother, she always felt alienated from her Asian roots. To make up for it, she would spend hours in the library reading up on Chinese culture. "Chinese philosophy is much more subtle than Western philosophy", she told me. "In the West, if someone crosses you, your typical reaction might be to 'blow them away', Rambo style. To an Easterner, this is too direct. We believe that revenge should be a long and lingering affair that is to be savored by the person who is doing the punishing. That is why our culture has devised some of the slowest, most exquisite tortures." Well, she definitely had my attention. "When you tease a man, it is similar to the Chinese water torture, where the victim is tied down... slightly upside-down, with water gently dripping on his forhead. As the minutes turn into hours and the hours turn into days, he grows thristy and screams for water, while his tormentors drink cold fresh water in front of him. Before he dies, the victim is completely mad and in absolute agony, teased by the gentle drip of cool water on his forehead, while his throat remains parched and cracked. I think we should do something similar to Bob, don't you?" My mind was racing. "Yes", was all I said. We talked on the phone for over two hours, fantasizing about what we would do to Bob. Marie certainly had a wicked mind, and as we talked I began to masturbate, in spite of myself and the trauma I had just experienced. Finally, I begged her to come over. "I thought you'd never ask!", she said. She came to my apartment, and we made instantly began making love... sweet intimate love that lasted all night long. My first bisexual experience remains one of the greatest nights of my life. The taste of Marie's sweet pussy drove me wild. It still does. Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part IV) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marie and I spent the next few days together, walking on the beach, making love, and formulating our plan for Bob's demise. It turned out to be a deliciously cruel plan. We would make Bob suffer for days, while he watched us enjoy each other's bodies over and over and over again. It was decided: we would spend our entire Spring Break together, with Bob completely at our mercy. I knew Bob's last name after the arrest, so I looked up him up in the phone book and gave him a call. Spring Break was coming up in a week and a half, and Marie and I decided to invite Bob down to Key West, for some scuba diving and hours of indoor fun in a rented bungalow on the beach. Bob's phone rang and a female voice answered, "Hello?" "Hi, is Bob there? This is Heather." The other end was silent for a moment. "Hold on. Bob, it's for you. Some girl named Heather." She was definitely not pleased. Bob picked up the phone. "Um, Heather?" "Hi Bob. Listen I'm sorry about what went on at the beach and at the club. I wasn't ready for your strong advances, but I feel really bad that you ran into so much trouble." "Yeah, um, I'm sorry too. Listen, this is kind of a bad time. Can I call you back?" I gave him my number. He called two hours later, apologizing for having "that girl" over. He said they were only dating and it was nothing serious. This guy was a real charmer! I continued to tell him that I was sorry for our misunderstanding and that I actually thought he was the hottest guy out of all the guys who came to the club to see me dance. (Of course, he ate it up!) I went on to tell him that there is another girl in the club named Marie who has had her eye on him too. He obviously knew who Marie was, and his excitement grew as the most incredible sexual fantasy began to unfold for him over the phone. In no time, I had him agreeing to cancel his Spring Break plans to Bermuda with that girl he was "only dating" and to come down to the Keys with Marie and me for a week of wild partying... just the three of us. He was ecstatic when he hung up the phone. So was I. I called Marie to tell her that the trap was set! Marie rented a bungalow on Key West every year, and this would be our destination. She told me it was right on the beach and she also assured me that it was very secluded. "No one will hear Bob screaming for mercy", she said. The thought made me laugh... and it made me feel very horny. As the trip drew closer I became more and more excited. Marie and I spent nearly the entire week-and-a-half leading up to the trip together. We worked out long hours, and tanned almost daily on the beach or at each others' places. When it was finally time to go, we couldn't wait to get our hands... and our legs... our hair... our breasts... our lips... all over Bob. When we got to his place the morning of our departure, he was ready to go too. Marie and I rode up to Bob's house on Marie's motorcycle. (We decided that Bob would follow us in his Porsche the whole way down.) We were both wearing denim cutoffs, cowboy boots, and bathing suit tops. Our hair flowed out from under our helmets. Bob was waiting for us in his driveway, leaning up against his car with a cigarette, trying to act cool. He wore white tennis shorts and an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt. He looked like he had spent the entire time since my first call working out... his muscles were well-defined and his skin was tanned. The thought of Bob's hard body aching to touch me made me wet the moment I saw him. Marie and I hopped off her bike at the end of the drive. Taking off our helmets and shaking out our hair, we walked up the drive to Bob. Bob's eyes darted back and forth from Marie to me as he eagerly anticipated a week of ecstasy. His cock was already hard as a rock beneath his shorts when Marie slid up to him and ran her fingernails up his bare chest. "You look even sexier in the sunlight", she told him. I stood on the other side of Bob. I looked him in the eyes and smiled. I reached out my hand and squeezed the buldge in his shorts. "Are we gonna have fun this week, Bob?", I asked. "Yes", Bob gasped. "Yes, we will." He was very nervous. "Good", I said. We then kissed him, leaving bright red lipstick marks of both his cheeks. "Um, you guys wanna go inside for a drink before we hit the road?", he asked. "No", I said. "Let's get down to Key West and just forget about everything!" I threw my backpack in the back of Bob's car. It contained all the essentials for that week: lingerie, bathing suits, shorts and party clothes; sunglasses, tanning lotion, massage oils and towels; soft velvet ropes, feathers, candles and other implements of sweet, slow torture. Marie and I got back on her bike, and Bob followed us in his car. I laughed to think of how he must have been fantasizing, driving behind two sexy babes on a motorcycle in the 90-degree sun. "Like a moth to the flame", I thought. We arrived at Key West shortly after 12 noon. The sun was hot and people were everywhere... music was blasting from radios, frisbees were flying and everyone was scoping each other. The Spring Break action was already in high gear. Marie and I rode right up to the beach and parked the bike. Bob pulled up next to us. I walked around to his door as he opened it and I placed my foot down between his legs on the driver's seat. "Look at all the road dirt on my leg", I said. Bob ran his finger up my leg creating a streak of clean skin under the grime that accumulated during our ride down. He abruptly stopped his finger at the fringe of my shorts, though, as if cautious not to take things too fast. Bob wasn't going to take any chances of blowing this opportunity! "Marie and I are going swimming to clean this shit off. Come with us." I grabbed a beach blanket and some tanning oil and we headed for the beach. Marie and I removed our boots and shorts and Bob stripped down to a little bikini bathing suit. It was kind of embarrassing to be seen with him, because he looked like he belonged on the Riviera, not in Florida. Regardless, we all ran into the water, which felt cool and silky after being exposed to the hot, dusty wind on the ride down. I instinctively swam hard and fast out towards the sea; I still had to get used to the fact that I was going to be near Bob the entire week. After swimming out a good distance, I stopped and began to tread water, looking back at Bob and Marie who were frolicking in the surf. It was hard to believe that I was actually here, and that Marie and I were really going to carry out our plan. I thought about all the time I spent with her planning for this moment, and I started to get excited. I reminded myself to take my time with Bob and not to be so nervous. I began to swim back towards him. He was going to be mine... all mine. (TO BE CONTINUED...) Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part V) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I swam up behind Bob and slipped a finger into his bathing suit and started to pull it off. As he turned around and grabbed me, Marie jumped on him and pushed him under the water. For a good half hour we all wrestled in the surf, laughing and grabbing at each other. Bob got a good feel of both our bodies, as we tackled him in the surf and slid all over him. When we were all finally out of breath, we returned to our blanket and I asked Bob to rub some lotion on me. I sat on the blanket and he knelt down behind me. He squirted some oil into his hand and started to slowly rub it onto my back, shoulders and arms. While Bob worked on me, Marie knelt behind him and began to rub lotion onto his body. After he was done with my back, I turned around and let Bob rub some lotion onto my chest and tummy, and then onto my sexy legs. Bob was sweating as Marie continued to work his neck and shoulders with her expert fingers, and we were attracting some envious stares from other guys on the beach. "You're being watched, Bob", I said. "Half the guys on the beach wish they could be you right now." "But you can tell them to eat their hearts out", Marie said, "because it's just you and us this week." Bob giggled gleefully. With that, she turned around. It was now Bob's turn to rub lotion onto Marie's body, while I continued where she left off on his. I squirted lotion onto his belly and began to rub it all over his chest. Bob began to breathe heavily. I then worked on his calves, his knees, his thighs. He was hard the entire time, and I made sure to lightly brush over his cock occasionally. After we were all good and greasy, we walked the strip arm in arm, with Bob in between both of us. We ate a quick lunch and then drove south toward Marie's bungalow. When we arrived, I was surprised to see how secluded we were. There was no one in sight and the only sounds of people were motorboat engines way off in the distance. Our bungalow was the only building I could see and it was surrounded by palm trees. Bob was so excited that he jumped out of his car and grabbed us both around the waist - one of us in each arm - and spun us around and around. He was talking a mile a minute about how this was going to be the greatest vacation of his life and how he would make sure it was just as great for us. "Come on... let's go in there now and start our vacation out right!", he said. He was smiling ear to ear. So were we. I grabbed Bob's hand and pulled him towards me. I reached around and grabbed his ass with my other hand and pressed my pelvis against his hard-on. "We've got all week, baby", I said. For the first time, I kissed him on his mouth. I gently parted his lips with mine, and gave him soft little kisses all over his mouth; first his upper lip, then the right corner of his mouth, then his lower lip, then the left corner. I flicked my tongue over his lips and bit gently on his lower lip, lightly pulling on it until it slid out from between my teeth. Holding my mouth millimeters from his and squeezing his tight buns, I said, "Relax. Marie and I want the first time to be sweet and special. We want to make sure we have completely seduced you so that you will want only us. Once we're sure of that, you can fuck our brains out all week long." "Come on Heather", he said. "You guys were seducing me twice a week before I got banned from your joint. I'm ready!" He leaned his face toward mine. Marie walked up behind him and grabbed his hair just as he was about to kiss me. She pulled his head back and whispered in his ear, "Really Bob, where's your sense of adventure and romance?" While Bob's head was back, I nibbled on his neck and caressed his chest. As he moaned, Marie stood on tiptoe and stuck her tongue in his ear. We held that position for about half a minute before we let go of him. "My knees are weak, girls", he said. "I don't think I've ever been this horny. I don't know what kind of seduction you have in store for me, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm already yours - lock, stock and barrel." "Ooh, I like that image", I said, using the opportunity to grab his buldge yet again. I was getting to like the feel of his cock in my hand. I could tell it was large, and the feel of it straining to be free of his sexy shorts - straining to enter my sweet, tight pussy - made me very wet. "Why don't we pour a couple of long drinks first, relax in the hammocks on the porch, and get to know each other?" "Anything you say, Heather. I'll do anything you girls want." "Women", said Marie sternly. "What?", asked Bob, startled. "We're women, not girls", she said. After a pause she laughed. Bob looked relieved. "For a second there, I thought you were serious", he said. Before long, he would find out just how serious we were. Marie and I got all our things unpacked in the bungalow and we poured a few rum and cokes as Bob settled into one of the hammocks outside and lit a cigarette. Marie and I kept smiling at each other. "I'm so horny from this", I whispered to her. Marie nodded her head and slipped her hand inside my bikini bottom. She gave me a look that said she wanted the same so I reached into her damp shorts and stroked her sopping pubic hair. We both stood there smiling at each other as we fondled one another to instantaneous orgasms. As we brought the drinks out, I recalled discussing with Marie whether or not we should drug Bob only for him to wake up bound to the bed and bewildered. We decided against it, figuring that it would be much better if he agreed to betied up. If he still trusted us at that point, it would make our deception much more gradual and effective. He was lying in his hammock like a harem sheik. I handed him his drink, bent down and french kissed him. Each kiss, I thought, was like throwing kindling on the fire. Instead of reclining in our own hammocks, Marie and I went back in and brought out two stools. We placed our stools on either side of Bob and sat looking down at him. "What a view!", he celebrated. We bullshitted for a long time and then out of the blue, Marie asked, "Were you ever aware that Heather and I are lovers?" "No shit!", Bob exclaimed. "This is getting better and better every second! Are you two going to let me jump in the middle?" "Baby, you already are in the middle", Marie said, as she set her drink down. She reached over Bob and began to caress my breasts. My nipples grew rigid and I threw my head back and began to moan. The combination of the erotic build-up all day long, Marie's exquisite hands kneading my tits, and Bob looking up at me with an enormous aching hard-on, made me rock back and forth on my stool until I moaned and screamed out in orgasm. The minute I came, though, Marie abruptly stopped and grabbed Bob's hands as he began to masturbate. "Don't!", she commanded. "I want you to do that to me." Marie took off her shorts and spread her legs wide over Bob's hammock. "Touch me, Bob." Bob slid his hands up her silky thighs until he reached her pussy. He played with her clitoris with his fingertips and then slid his fingers into her hole. He played with Marie's tits with his free hand and she began to writhe like she did on stage: her hips moved in circles over Bob as she ran both her hands up through her hair. I was still quivering from my last orgasm, but I got down on my knees and began to hump Marie's leg. We were both moaning and gasping now as Bob worked Marie more and more vigorously with his hands. Finally, she exploded with a scream of pure ecstasy and I came again as I felt her calf flex between my thighs. I was sweating and trembling and kissing Marie's ass as she fell limp onto Bob. She kissed him over and over again on his face and neck and chest, and she pressed her hot snatch against his shorts. "Come on baby, I need it now", Bob said, breathlessly. "Your cunt is soaking through my shorts. I'm gonna cum any second, and I'd rather do it inside you." Marie stood up and said, "Oh baby, don't cum yet. Heather, help the poor boy." As she stood aside, I unzipped Bob's fly and his pecker lurched skyward. "Wow, look at it Marie!", I said. "That's a beautiful cock! And it's been erect all day long! I bet there's a lot of jism in those balls, Bob. Would you rather have me drink it up, or Marie?" "Heather, I've never wanted anybody like I want you. Please suck it!" So, I leaned forward and placed my warm, wet lips around his head and began to suck ever so lightly. Bob's whole body froze for a moment and all at once he began to breathe heavily and say "Oh god... Heather. Heather!" I licked the underside of his cock's head, where the little strip of skin marks the most sensitive spot on a man's penis. His body jumped and he cried out, "Go down on it... NOW!" Marie smiled and said, "My God, Bob, how long has it been?" I stopped my gentle head-teasing and laughed. "Come on Marie, I feel flattered." "Let's go inside", said Marie. "I want Bob on the bed. Let's do him together." "Sounds good to me, Bob", I said. "Let's go to bed... all three of us." "I don't know if I can make it to the bed", said Bob as he stood up. His entire body was trembling and he looked disoriented. We both took an arm and escorted him inside. The bed was a full size bed with a metal frame. The headboard had bars and the foot of the bed was similar... I remember Marie telling me how perfect the bed was for tying a person down. "You look like you could use another drink", I told Bob. Seeing our amused expressions must have made Bob think that he was acting too desperate. He tried to regain his composure and said, "Yeah, I could use another drink." I went to pour it as he sat down on the side of the bed. Marie crawled onto the other side and over to where Bob was sitting. She began to knead his shoulders and blow on the back of his neck. "You really need to relax, Bob. This isn't a race. Foreplay is more than an activity, it's a place. Let's stay here for a while, baby. The longer you wait, the greater the payoff." She kissed the back of his neck and rubbed his arms as I brought the drink to him. "Hey Bob", I said as I sat down beside him and caressed his thigh. He looked at me like a dog begging for scraps at the dinner table. "Let's play a little game." "What game?" "Well... remember how you would watch Marie and I dance at the club, and all you could do was sit there and watch?" "Mm-hmm." "Well, didn't it drive you crazy not to be able to touch us?", I asked. "To feel us?", Marie added. "To experience us?", I finished. "Goddammit, of course it did!", he said. I gave him a sweet, seductive kiss. "Well now you can do whatever you want with our bodies... all week long", I said. "You can touch us, you can kiss us, you can lick us and you can fuck us any way you want. We're gonna jerk you off and suck your cock and send you to heaven with our pussies. But first, let us make you feel helpless one last time. Let us dance for you before we give ourselves to you entirely. The desire will build up to a boiling point, and then you can ravage us with the abandon you've always fantasized about. What do you say?" Before he could answer, Marie said, "Come on Bobby... be a sport. You'll probably never get the chance to be with women like us again. Trust us to give you the time of your life." "Okay", Bob said. "If you girls wanna get kinky, I'm into it, but believe me, I've never held out this long... so don't be cruel." "Don't worry Bob", I said. "We will pay the utmost attention to your desires. We've never done this for anyone else." "Yeah, you're special, honey", Marie said. "Now lie down on your back." Bob did. I took the velvet ropes from our backpack and we tied Bob spread-eagle to the bed. For a good minute, Marie and I looked down at Bob and then at each other, and then back at Bob again. This was too good to be true. Almost as if to prove to myself that I wasn't dreaming, I stripped off my bikini and crawled on top of Bob. I let my tits gently rub their way up his body as I crawled up to look into his face. "Ooh Bob", I said, as the head of his cock brushed along my pubic hairs. "Here you are." "Here I am", he said. He was looking into my eyes with incredible longing. "Guess what?", I whispered. "What?", he asked breathlessly. "I've got you exactly where I want you. And I'm never gonna let you go. What do you think about that?" "Ooh... sounds like I'm in trouble", he replied playfully. Bob still believed that this was all just a game. I just smiled sweetly at him and then I began to kiss him. First, I gave him a long, wet French kiss as I rubbed my wet labia against his cock. I stuck my tongue deep inside his mouth and sucked at his lips. He strained to get his dick further inside my pussy, but I pulled away ever so slightly each time he tried. After frenching his mouth, I kissed his face until I found my way to his right ear. As I caressed Bob's outstretched arms with my hands, I gently nibbled on his earlobe while rubbing my snatch against his stomach - just above his cock. At this point, Bob's face was red and he was really squirming. "Oh, babe. Oh, come on, babe. You're driving me crazy!" Marie finally broke her silence. "How do you like the game so far, Bob?", she taunted. "Who do you think is winning?" At this point I was running my tongue around Bob's nipples, licking and kissing his chest and stomach while my hair softly brushed over his body. "Oh Heather, please untie me! I can't stand this!", Bob pleaded. Marie laughed as I slowly worked on Bob's heaving chest and abs... driving him wild with my gentle caresses and my soft kisses. She pulled off her bikini bottom and straddled Bob's face. "Eat my pussy", she commanded. Drowning in her juices, Bob sucked and licked at Marie's sweet cunt as she ground it into his face. Listening to Marie's ecstatic moans, I began to delicately blow Bob like I first did out on the hammock. He was thrusting his hips as he tried to get his rock-hard cock deeper within my throat. I wouldn't give him the pleasure of fucking my mouth, though. Instead, I licked his shaft until it was glistening wet and I caressed his balls with one hand while I tickled his asshole with the other. Marie screamed with delight when she came and at her cue I stuck a finger up Bob's ass. His whole body arched up from the mattress as if he himself was cumming... but he couldn't. I got up off the bed and stood back for a while. Marie had Bob by the hair and was still smothering him with her sopping pussy. She looked over to me with a nasty smile and moved Bob's head back so that he could look straight up at her. "Hi Bobby", she teased. Bob was dazed and out of breath. His face and his dick were wet and red. "Marie." His throat sounded dry. "Baby, you've gotta do something, or else I'm gonna explode." "Not yet," said Marie. "Spring Break's only a few hours old. We don't want fireworks yet, do we?" As she smiled down at Bob, she put her hands on his arms so that she could slide her warm snatch up and down his torso, covering his upper body with her sweet, sticky juices. He looked imploringly into her eyes, then he looked over to me. "Please... we can play games all week. I just can't take this anymore. Please untie me, okay?" Marie continued to mock him. "You're trembling, honey. You're not cold are you?" "Cold? I'm on fire, baby! Come on! This has gone far enough... a man can only take so much..." "He's right Marie", I said. "Maybe you better get off of Bob so I can give him what he deserves." She got off and I crawled on. I cupped his balls in my hand again and lightly rubbed them. As I continued to rub them I began to tighten my grip, and very soon Bob's face screwed up and he let out a loud groan. "What's the matter Bob, do your balls hurt?", I asked, in an innocent little girl voice. "Shit... this is killing me. They're too full. Heather... I can't take it any more!" I pursed my lips, "Poor baby". "Heather... why are you doing this to me?" "I am giving you what you deserve", I said as I moved up and knelt with my knees pressing on Bob's chest. "And this is just the beginning. Marie and I are going to slowly torture you until you cry for mercy. We're going to make you really, really suffer." "Heather, this is a little crazy, don't you think?" All of a sudden, my rage surfaced. "It's not crazy, you motherfucker! You're the one who's crazy!" I started to slap his face and then I began punching him. Laughing hysterically, Marie pulled me off of Bob and onto the floor. "What the fuck are you doing?", Bob screamed. "What's you're fucking problem? Untie me now, you crazy bitch! Untie me now!!!" I lunged toward him again, but Marie held me back. "Stop it, Heather. Stop acting like Rambo!", she laughed. "Remember what I told, you... the slower and gentler your revenge, the sweeter it will be." There was a silence as Marie let go of me. Bob just looked up at us, and now he looked scared. "Revenge? What the hell are you talking about?" "Well Bob, I guess the cat is out of the bag", said Marie. "Do you want to tell him, Heather, or shall I?" "I will. Bob, I can't believe you fell for this whole trap. You're one stupid, arrogant son-of-a-bitch to believe that I'd ever want you after you treated me the way you did at the club. Not to mention the time you attacked me at the beach." I paused and tried to maintain an even tone. "And certainly not to mention the fact that you murdered Steve!" My voice was quivering with rage and I felt like crying. Marie put an arm around me. Bob's face turned white. "What are you talking about? I never killed anyone." "You'd better watch who the fuck you're lying to, you bastard. I have you tied down right now... I could kill YOU!", I screamed. "Ah yes... a painful, lingering death", mused Marie. "Wait... I didn't.... I never hurt anyone." Bob's mouth sounded dry. "How can you say this?" Marie and I just stared at him. "Oh God", he said, on the verge of tears. "This is the LAST thing I expected. You want to know something? I was so excited for this trip that I didn't have sex or jerk-off all last week. Christ... I blew off my FIANCEE for this trip!" I couldn't believe it. "You mean to tell me that the girl who answered the phone when I first called; the one were going to Bermuda with, was your..." "Yes. She was my fiancee." "Well tough shit, baby", said Marie, shaking her head. "I couldn't care less about your future plans. We know you stabbed our friend Steve, and all I can tell you is that you'd better admit it... right now!" Bob looked broken. He let out a long, wavering breath and looked up at the ceiling. "God help me...", he gulped. "I... I didn't." I broke out in tears. "I need to go for a fucking swim", I said, and ran for the door. "Payback's gonna be a bitch", Marie said over her shoulder, as she followed me outside. (TO BE CONTINUED...) Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part VI) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fortunately we were on a desolate beach, because I was still naked and Marie was only wearing her bikini top when we ran out of the cottage. I felt so emotional that I just wanted to dive under the water and never come back up. Amidst all the excitement of luring Bob down here and catching the Spring Break vibes on the trip down, I forgot just how angry and hurt I was. I fell to my knees in the surf and put my head in my hands and cried. Marie knelt beside me. "It's okay Heather... just let it all out." I put my arms around her. She rocked me gently. "The hardest part is over now. Bob knows why he's here now and he knows he's going to be punished." Kneeling in the surf, in Marie's arms, I slowly went from feeling confused and angry to feeling aroused. I looked up into Marie's face and she brushed away my tears. I squeezed her and kissed her and we fell rolling into the surf. Marie wrestled herself free and I chased her up and down the beach and into the water. We played for a while until we were both laughing and sweaty and horny as hell again. As the sun began to set, Marie told me to lie back on the sand. I watched the horizon turn deep red as Marie kissed and licked my vagina and I drifted from orgasm to sweet orgasm. When Marie was done with me, she crawled up and we fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted. It couldn't have been much more than an hour before I awoke. It took me a second to recall where I was and when I did, I panicked just a little. I shook Marie's shoulder to wake her up. "Marie, let's check on Bob. If he escapes..." "Don't worry", said Marie, rubbing her eyes. "We've got him tied up pretty securely. But, you're right. Let's go check in on him anyway!" We walked into the dark cabin. "Yoo-hoo!", I called in a sing-song voice. "Anybody home?" No answer. Marie flicked on the light. Bob was lying there, looking up at the ceiling. His dick was also pointing straight up. "Gee, Bob", I giggled, "has you're cock been hard all this time?" He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. "Can I have some water, please?" I looked to Marie, who shrugged. Without answering, I went to the sink, poured a glass of water, and put it on the table next to the bed. "There you go baby." "I can't drink it if you keep me tied up." "Gee, Bob, you've got a point there. I guess I'll just have to drink it for you." He watched as I drank down the entire glass. "Ahhh... good cold water!" Bob stared at me. "What, exactly, are you going to do to me?" "Exactly? Hmmm, I don't know yet. Let's see." I slid back on top of Bob - figuring it was a good place to start - holding my body a hair away from his, so that he could feel my warmth. I looked into his eyes, practically touching noses with him. "Now that you're completely at my mercy, I have so many options." "And so much time", said Marie, moving up the left side of the bed, letting her fingernails trail their way up the inside of Bob's leg. When her fingers got close to his balls, he started to breath heavily again. When she began to gently caress his swollen sack, he let out a small whimper. "You sound pathetic", I whispered as I began to tug at his right earlobe with my teeth. Bob's body once more grew tense as a board as Marie and I softly turned up the heat on him. I spent a little more time licking and nibbling on his ear while my sexy assistant began to suck his toes... one at a time. I worked my mouth down to his neck, which I lightly pecked and prodded with my soft lips. The moment Bob began to moan, I started caressing his muscular chest in delicate circular motions. Marie switched to the second foot at about the same time. "Please... at least touch my dick!" We ignored Bob's plea as I gave his Adam's apple a "blow job" of sorts... enveloping it in my mouth and sucking on it while I ran my fingers through his hair and continuing to caress his chest. Marie was now licking her way up our victim's right leg and I started to kiss my way down his torso. "Okay! OKAY!!! MERCY!!! Please stop! I can't take it!" I kissed my way up to his left ear this time for some more nibbling. I whispered, "Suffer." I liked the way he flinched, so I whispered it again - this time savoring the sound: "Sufferrrr. I told you baby, this is only the beginning. How's it feel so far?" "Please... this can't be happening to me", he said, his voice cracking. I looked up and saw that tears were welling up in his eyes. "Oh, you're crying. That's nice", I said. I waited for the first tear to fall and I captured it with my tongue. "Mmmm. Marie, you should taste this. The sweet taste of revenge!" "I think I've got some right here", Marie replied. I looked down and she was licking a droplet of pre-cum off the head of Bob's cock. The moment her tongue touched his purple head, his cock twitched and he began to sob. Marie and I laughed gleefully. "Wallow in it", I said, victoriously. "Wallow in your defeat!" Marie held Bob's dick lightly between her thumb and forefinger and began to gently rub it up and down. With her other hand, she poked two fingers between Bob's engorged testicles and began to pinch and squeeze. Bob was begging, "No! No! No!", and I was pinching and sucking hard at his nipples. After he let out a good long moan, Marie stood up and said, "Heather, I want to watch you rub your pussy over every inch of Bobby's body. I want to see him squirm." So I did. I started at one bound wrist and slid my wet slit down his arm. I was on the verge of cumming again, feeling more erotic than I had ever felt before. Every sexual sensation took hold of my entire body. I felt like I was under water that was boiling... electrified. My sole focus was on Bob's slow humiliation and torment, and having him totally helpless like this was more of an aphrodisiac than any experience I had ever had on stage in my little strip bar. When I reached his neck, I pulled away so that I wouldn't cum. Then I slid all the way up his other arm. I laughed as I watched his hand straining against the ropes to touch my vagina, "Can't touch this, baby!" I slid back down to his neck and this time I couldn't control myself. I crammed my cunt hard against Bob's neck - sliding up and down his chin - and I exploded in orgasm! It felt so good! I let my juices flow as I slid my cunt up and down Bob's heaving chest and then down to his sexy abs. I watched him cry like a baby now. I was fascinated by the absolute control I had over him. Marie was right... the more desperate my victim became, the crueler I began to feel. I wanted to play him like a musical instrument... controlling the pitch and volume of his sobs and screams. I decided to take a risk; one that could backfire, but would be exquisite if it was successful. I looked over to Marie who was masturbating as she watched us. Her sexy moans were intermingling with Bob's miserable groans. I then looked down at Bob, who was staring at me with insane desperation. "Hi there baby! I bet I know what you want more than life itself right now. I bet that you would just love to feel my hot pussy envelop your aching cock. Would you like that, Bob?" He nodded his head as another tear trickled down his cheek. "You'd like for me to squeeze my sweet tight box around your penis and ride you until you explode inside of me. All of your frustrations and all of your desires, satisfied in a paradise beyond your wildest dreams. You'd love that, wouldn't you?" "I would die for that, Heather. Can't you see that I'd die for that right now?" I smiled at Bob's response and slowly lifted my pussy over Bob's neglected member. I puckered my lips and moaned "Oooooh", as I ever so gradually lowered my love box down onto his penis. As I progressed past the tip, Bob closed his eyes and let out a long breath - waiting for me to finally free him from his torment and sweetly ride him all the way home. "Feel the warmth honey... feel my hot, wet velvety pussy. Is this what you want, baby?" "Oh yes! Yes!", Bob exclaimed as I eased myself down to the base of his cock. I contracted my tight box once and Bob gasped as his entire body spasmed in the grip of my vaginal fist. Then I said, "Open your eyes, Bob and look into mine." As he did, I smiled broadly and pulled my pussy up extremely slowly, intimately squeezing his shaft... pulsing the wet walls of my femininity on my way up. I delighted in his expression as he gradually began to realize that paradise was slipping away from him. I kissed him so sweetly on his mouth as his stiff, wet cock fell out of my pussy and bobbed in the breeze. I pulled away from the kiss, leaving a strand of spittle dangling between my lower lip and his. When it broke, I let the uderside of my tits gently rub on Bob's chest and I said, softly, "That's the only taste you're gonna get of me. I can offer you pleasure like you've never imagined. Marie said that if I let you feel just a hint of that pleasure, the pain I can inflict on you by holding myself just out of your reach will equal the pain I could inflict by burning your body with hot coals." Bob's mouth was hanging open. He seemed unable to either inhale or exhale. I had him paralized. Marie started to moan loudly as she came. The sound made me hot, and I started to let out little moans - "Uh... ooh... oh, yeah" - and I rubbed and bounced my titties against Bob's chest while I held my mouth just out of reach of his. I was doing a full split on his belly... my sexy legs spread wide, humping him gently. Still paralyzed, Bob looked at me with a combination of disbelief and agony, while Marie giggled as she breathlessly sang the En Vogue lyrics, "No, you're never gonna get it. Never ever gonna get it. Sweet lovin'..." Bob started rasping, "N-no... n-n-no... Stop!!! You can't do this to me!!!" His face was red as a beet and he was sweating profusely. His body was visibly shaking and his back was maximally arched as he tried to launch his dick like a missile into my feminine nest. I gently ran my fingers over his trembling body and smiled a victorious little smile. "Ooh-la-la!" said Marie as she sexily slinked her way over to the bed. "Watch him burn." She caressed Bob's face and looked down at him with her beautiful smile. "I love it! You gonna cry for your fiancee now, Bob? No one will be able to hear you. We gotcha, babe... it's just you and me and sweet Heather here and there's nothing you can do. You're helpless. You are at our mercy. And sweet Heather is going to break you gently... slowly... mercilessly. This beautiful goddess here who you have fantasized about to the point of nearly raping her and killing one of her friends... she is going to be your conqueror... your dominatrix... your worst nightmare. She is going to torture you until you beg for her to stop... scream for her to stop. But when she does stop, you will plead with her to not leave you alone. And thus, the torture will never end, Bob." I must admit, Marie has a way with words. Panicked, Bob started to pull ferociously at his straps, as Marie let out a wicked and sexy laugh. I kissed his chest as his pecs flexed from his efforts to break free. When Bob slowed down from a combination of exhaustion and pain in his wrists and ankles, Marie taunted, "Oh, don't stop Bob. I'm enjoying this!" He just glared at her. "You cruel bitch." Then he snapped his head toward me, "Both of you. You're sick!" "Ooh, that hurts Bob", I softly said. "You really know how to get a girl, don't you? I'll just have to increase your torture for that comment." I got up off of Bob and walked over to my backpack. I pulled out my feather duster and walked back over to the bed, where I started to "dust" Bob's balls and the underside of his cock. He began to squirm and pull at his restraints while Marie ran her tongue along the tan line around his waist. She looked up at me and smiled. "They say the white meat is the best", she said, and then resumed cutting into Bob's sensitive skin, using her tongue as an erotic scalpel. I continued to tickle Bob's swollen genitals while Marie planted wet kisses on his writhing hips and on his buttocks whenever it lifted off the mattress. "No-o-o-o-o!!! Ple-e-e-e-e-e-ase!!! Oh please, baby please... PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON ME!!! Listen... I'm so sorry I was an asshole at the club. I'll do anything to make it up to you... just, please... listen... you got me good, all right? You got me so good! I'm so-o-o-o sorry! I GIVE UP ALREADY!!!" (TO BE CONTINUED...) Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part VII) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Marie", I said, "this guy is boring the hell out of me. I mean, all he ever does is lie here and beg like a dog. Why don't we go out and find ourselves a real man?" "You're right, Heather. Let's go find a really cute guy, bring him back here and fuck him all night long while poor little Bobby here watches!" "Sounds delicious! Shall we gag him and tie him in the closet now?" Bob looked frantically around for a closet. "Maybe. Let's let him watch us get dressed, though. I want him to drool when he sees how our tight asses and sexy legs look in our short little party dresses and heels." "Ooh yes", I agreed. "And our smooth arms and shoulders and backs, bare and beautiful? And our cleavage, tantalizing and inviting in our low-cut outfits? Definitely." "Oh please, I can't take any more of this", implored Bob. "Good", said Marie. "That's the whole idea." "Yes, Bobby", I teased, as I tickled his legs with the feather duster, "when we walk out this door, we'll look just like we do on stage... the kind of look that drove you so crazy for me in the first place. But, we'll be picking up another boy... not you Bobby. You'll be locked in that closet over there. You won't be able to say a thing, but you will be able to watch Marie and I make another man feel pleasures that you will never feel... while you turn yourself inside out with jealousy." Sweating, he stared at me like a wounded puppy. "Of course, we'll please our guest for many hours", I continued, "so that we can be sure to make you burn with envy for a good long time. We'll make him cum until he can't cum any more. We'll treat him like a king. We'll probably make love to him until dawn." With a terrified expression, Bob locked his gaze on the closet next to the bed, as if it was a hungry monster that just walked into the room. "That's right, Bobby", said Marie. "You'll be able to see out those horizontal slats, but no one will be able to see in because the light will be off in there. And you'll be tied and gagged so securely that it will be utterly impossible for you to make a noise. Isn't that right, Heather?" "That's right, Marie", I said, tickling Bob's arms now and looking into his panicked eyes. "Welcome to hell, Bob!" Marie wrapped her fingers around Bob's sack and gave it a long, slow squeeze. "How's it feel now, Bob?" "Oh no... not that... n-no no... NO!!!", he begged, as the pressure increased. "Fuck you, Bob", she said, with one final, crushing squeeze. The scream that followed nearly deafened us. We decided it was time to gag the bastard. To be civil, we let Bob drink as much water as he needed from a straw. When he was done, I untied one of his hands and handcuffed it to the hand that was still bound to the bed. I did the same with his feet, except that I used a leather strap to keep them bound together. After freeing him from the bed, Marie and I assisted our victim over to the bathroom where we supervised his activities... making sure he had no chance to masturbate. When all the unpleasantries were done, we took Bob out into the main room. I took a handkerchief and rubbed it between my breasts and under my arms... all the while staring directly into Bob's eyes. After rubbing the handkerchief between my legs so that it got good and wet, I balled it up and tried to stick it into Bob's mouth. He closed it tightly, and it was impossible for me to get it in. "Come on, Bob", enticed Marie, as she ran her fingers over his body. "Open up for us." He wouldn't. "Come on, baby", she whispered as she gently carressed his cock. "Do it for me." He was breathing heavily through his nose, but his teeth were clenched. Marie was growing impatient. Again, she took his balls into her hand. "Open up and say 'Aaaah'", she commanded as she gave another hard squeeze. Bob's knees buckled and he screamed, "AAAAAAAAHHH!!!", which gave me just enough of an opening to cram the handkerchief into his mouth. "That's a good boy", patronized Marie, as she patted Bob on the head. I walked over to my bag of tricks and pulled out a leather gag, which I brought over and secured tightly over Bob's mouth. In order to test the gag, I began tickling him. His eyes bulged and he struggled to get free, but Marie held him in place. When Bob fell to the floor, overwhelmed, Marie joined in and we inflicted the most vicious tickle torture on him. He couldn't emit a peep, as tears streamed down his face and he flopped around like a fish out of water. "I think this gag will work", said Marie, satisfied. "Let's tie him up in the closet."We left Bob on the floor and took some time to rig the back of the closet with thick leather wrist and ankle restraints. When we were done, it looked like a compartment in a medieval dungeon. In no time at all, we had Bob tied to the inside of the closet, completely motionless. His hands were clamped to the wall at his sides and his legs were clamped tightly too. Marie and I spent a few minutes running our fingers over his body and taunting him, then we began to get ready to go out. We left the closet door open so that we could watch Bob watch us get dressed. After showering, I selected a skimpy two-piece outfit, consisting of a short, swingy, lime-green miniskirt and a white off-the-shoulder blouse that left my belly and lower back exposed. I put on a pair of white pumps and a pearl necklace and earrings. I didn't wear any stockings... and I wasn't wearing panties. The light colors brought out my dark tan lusciously. As the finishing touch, I put on a gold anklet. Marie followed my panty-free lead, and chose a super-short black minidress to show off her slender, sexy legs. The dress had spaghetti straps and revealed lots of tempting cleavage and her smooth back. Marie chose to wear black, crotchless stockings with lines running up the backs and she wore a pair of very high-heeled, black "fuck me" pumps. We posed in front of Bob as he looked back at us - mute and burning with excruciating desire. I walked into the closet and pressed myself against him. As the hem of my skirt draped over his hard-on, I grabbed his hands which were isolated down by his sides and I stretched up and kissed his sweating forehead. I rubbed my soft blouse against his chest... I'm sure he could feel my bare, erect nipples through the fabric and I knew he could smell my Obsession perfume. "This is my week, Bob", I quietly said. "And everything I'm going to do this week I am going to do with the intent of punishing you. So don't worry. It's going to get worse. You'd better save your energy... and your tears. Because I'm going to slowly wring every last drop out of you. And Marie and I are going to enjoy each lingering moment of your well deserved agony." With that, I backed away and Marie slowly closed the door as Bob stared crazily into my eyes. When the bolt clicked, I locked the door and Marie grabbed the keys to Bob's Porsche. It was time to go cruising! (TO BE CONTINUED...) Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part VIII) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We hit the main strip by the beach at around 10:00. We had the windows open and the tunes cranking out of Bob's car. It seemed as if we were getting looks from every guy we passed. I turned to Marie and told her that we would have the pick of the litter tonight. She just smiled as a guy on the corner whistled at us. We parked the car and walked down the sidewalk, which was crowded with tanned and horny girls and guys. By the time we found the club we wanted to go into, several different groups of guys followed us and tried to sweet-talk us into letting them buy us drinks or heading back to their rooms. When we walked in, the bouncer waived our cover charge and thanked us for luring in the additional business. The dance floor was crowded and the music was loud. Marie and I made our way to the bar and let one of our fawning admirers buy us drinks. His name was Glenn. We chose him because he was absolutely gorgeous, with curly blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and the body of a Greek god. He was also alone, which was fine with Marie and I. We reasoned that bringing only one man home would be the best plan. It would keep Bob's jealousy focused as he ate his heart out in the dark closet. Marie asked for a Sex on the Beach and, following her lead, I asked for a Slow Comfortable Screw. After trying to talk over the music for a few minutes, I asked Glenn if he would like to dance... with both of us. He agreed, warning us that he wasn't a very good dancer. I assured him that he didn't have to be. We found a cramped little corner of the dance floor and Marie and I got up close to our man and began to dance. We were both gyrating our hips and rubbing against Glenn's body. He basically stood there between us with a dumb smile on his face. I asked him if he wanted to get out of there and he promptly said yes. When we got outside, Glenn asked us, "Where did you two come from? And how did I get so lucky?" "It doesn't matter where any of us came from", said Marie. "What matters is where we're going. Would you come back to our little shack on the beach?" "Um... let me think about it", said Glenn. We all laughed and then were on our way. Marie took the porsche and I jumped in Glen's jeep. Glenn started to talk. "You girls are unbelievably hot. I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head when I saw you. Are you models or something?" "No", I said while I ran a finger up and down his muscular arm as he shifted. "Marie and I are both dancers." He pressed the accelerator and tailgated Marie all the way to the bungalow. When we got there, all three of us bursted into the door, laughing and joking as Marie and I suggestively flirted with Glenn. "You've got some body there, Glenn", I said. "You must work out every day." "Thanks... not every day", he said, trying to act modest. Marie grabbed his shoulder from behind and wheeled him around to face her. "Enough small talk", she said. With that, she embraced him and gave him a long, deep kiss. "He's mine!", I yelled, and spun him around to face me. I pulled him into my arms and gave him a taste of my french kiss. "He's ours!", corrected Marie. She took Glenn's hand and led him to the side of the bed... directly in front of the closet door. She jumped high and straddled his chest, kissing him as she slid down his body. I came up from behind and rubbed Glenn's tight little buns and kissed the back of his neck. Marie then proceeded to lie on the bed, spreading her legs to show Glenn her crotchless panties. Before Glenn could decide what to do, I turned him around yet again and began to unbutton his shirt while I kissed him. I made an extra effort to respond passionately to his kisses and to let him get a good feel of my tits and ass, because I knew that less than four feet away were Bob's anguished eyes. The more I imagined Bob's seething envy, the sexier I would get with Glenn... tossing my head back and moaning... squeezing his body tight. Again, lucky Glenn exclaimed, "God you two are so HOT!!!" I kissed my way down to Glenn's crotch and unbuttoned his pants. His hard penis popped straight out and I immediately went down on it. He moaned as I sucked at his cock. Marie continued to beg, "Eat me, Glenn!" When I had him on the edge of orgasm, I stopped and told him to eat her. Glenn descended onto the bed and began to devour Marie's pussy. She squealed with delight. While Glenn's face was buried in Marie's snatch, I turned to the closet and smiled. I did a slow strip tease for my victim who was bound in the dark as Marie gasped and moaned in delicious pleasure. Marie screamed as she came and I laughed wickedly at the closet before turning my attention back to Glenn. "Baby, look", I said, as I crossed my arms in front of my breasts and posed innocently for Glenn. He looked up and I told him to lay down on his back. I got on the bed and repositioned Glenn so that he was lying straight on the bed. This would give Bob maximum view of both our beautiful, tanned bodies while we fucked. I then kissed and teased Glenn in the same way I teased Bob when I had him tied to the bed. But when Glenn was going crazy and begging for me to fuck him, I slid his hard cock into my pussy and started to give him a slow ride. Glenn was in ecstasy. His breath came hard and fast and he moaned like a tom cat in heat. All the while, Marie was curled at the head of the bed, looking down into Glenn's eyes and sweetly running her fingers through his hair... giving him sweet kisses when I wasn't kissing him. I sat up as I rode Glen and said, "Look baby... watch your cock move in and out of me." He looked and we both moaned and laughed delightedly. I continued to ride Glenn, slowing down whenever it seemed like he was ready to come. After nursing his rock-hard cock for over twenty minutes, I pumped my hips and rode him hard until his body arched and I could feel his hot come exploding inside of me. As soon as Glenn came, I had a savage orgasm, and I fell against him, grabbing his head and kissing him over and over again. Sated... in more ways than one... I rolled off of Glenn. Not missing a beat, Marie grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. "Let's take a nice HOT shower", she said, jumping up and straddling his waist. Their mouths locked in a deep kiss, Glenn carried Marie off to the shower. I lay on the bed for a while, basking in the afterglow, running my fingers through the wetness of my hole as Glenn's cum slowly ran out of me. "Mmmmm", I softly moaned. Suddenly, an idea sparked in my mind. I couldn't suppress a slygrin as I turned my gaze toward the closet. I pulled the top sheet off the bed that was soaked with sweat and cum and Marie's and my juices. Throwing it over my shoulder, I walked over to the closet. I could hear the sounds of Marie and Glenn laughing and kissing in the shower... so I openned the door. The sight I looked upon was so marvelous - Bob's contorted eyes glistened with tears... his Adam's apple buldged and contracted with sobs... his torso squirming and heaving. I silently smiled and held the wet sheet to his face and rubbed his nose in it. I watched as Bob closed his eyes and breathed through his nose... the ball gag giving him no other choice but to smell what he was missing. I mashed the wet sheet into his face, laughing and taunting, "Deal with it, boy." I yanked it away and whispered, "Fuck you", as I gently closed the door. I returned lazily to the bed and lay there until Glenn and Marie returned from their shower. The three of us spent the rest of the night together in bed. Marie fucked Glenn really good one more time, and afterwards, we kissed and caressed him like a harem sheik. I enticed another erection out of him and gave him a long, luxurious blow-job after which we all drifted off to a satisfied sleep. (TO BE CONTINUED...) Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part IX) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next morning, Marie and I went out to breakfast with Glenn and asked him for his phone number. We advised him not to come by unless we called, because our boyfriends would be arriving that afternoon. After parting pleasantly, Marie and I rushed back to the bungalow, bursting with curiosity to see what state Bob could possibly be in. When we arrived at the cabin, it was completely silent. Marie and I looked at the door and then at each other. My knees began to grow weak as she looked me me up and down. I was beginning to feel uncontrollably horny. The turn-on that began the moment Marie and I began planning this trip was still building, and to this day I can't remember ever being so sexually charged as that week we spent torturing Bob.Sensing - and sharing - my heat, Marie smiled as she walked over to the dresser. She got my black string-bikini out and threw it to me. We proceeded to change out of our shorts and sandals and into our little bathing suits. When we were ready, we stood facing the door to Bob's cell. "You do the honors", offered Marie. My hand trembling slightly, I turned the knob and slowly pulled open the door. Tied to the back wall of the closet was a limp and broken man. Bob's face and chest were stained with tears and sweat and his arms and legs were bright red at the straps - the painful result from hours of struggling. As soon as the light flooded into the closet, Bob began to shake his head and sob weakly - his bloodshot eyes hardly focused, and directed at the floor. "Good morning to you! Good morning to you!", cheerily sang Marie. I joined in. "Good morning dear Bobby! Good morning to you!" Bob still stared blankly at the ground. I fetched the furry handcuffs from my bag and I clipped one end to one of Bob's wrists. He finally looked up at me. "Remember what I said last night, sweetie?", I chided. "We've only just begun." With a feathery touch, I began carressing his chest. That got him squirming. Then I licked some of the sweat off his body. "Mmmmm... salty... tastes like VICTORY". I then whispered in his ear, "How's it feel now, baby?" As Bob squeezed his eyes shut in a tearful cringe, I began to undo the straps of his handcuffed arm. As soon as it was free, he tried to pull it away from me, but I easily managed to get his wrists handcuffed together. I went back to the bag and fetched a pair of leather ankle cuffs which Marie helped me strap Bob's legs tightly together with. Once he was free of his closet straps, I backed away and Marie gave Bob a push that landed him face first at my feet. "I don't know, Marie... should we take off the gag?", I asked. "Absolutely! I want to hear what he has to say for himself." I took off the gag and Bob coughed out the rag I had shoved into his mouth. After taking a few gasping breaths, he hoarsely whispered, "FUCK!!!". There was a long silence as Bob lay there crying, gasping air through his mouth. His jaw must have been really sore. Finally, he managed to whisper again... "P-pleeease? Please... just let me go Heather." "Why? So you can attack me like you did at the beach?", I asked in a mocking tone, as I circled my toes around in his hair. "Yeah," taunted Marie, "so you can rape us, you little prick? Fuck you," she said as she pinched and twisted the skin on his back. "Fuck you!" Bob rolled up into the fetal position. He was visibly weakened. "We brought you back a yummy breakfast", I said. "It's on the little table by the front door. Crawl to it like a dog, or I'll take it away from you and make you watch me eat it." Moaning, Bob clumsily crawled over to the table like a wounded animal, where he found a hard role and a glass of water. He just stared at it in disbelief. "Eat it", commanded Marie. "Or you don't get breakfast today." As Bob choked down his breakfast, I pulled some new instruments of pain from my bag, which we would use to drive Bob down to deeper levels of anguish. They included a leather cock and ball harness, a ping-pong paddle, a strap-on dildo and a leather bullwhip. If Bob thought we were killing him before, he'll be groveling for death itself before long. Before Bob could gulp down the last of his water, I pulled him ferociously by his hair and dragged him to the end of the bed where I sat down. Pulling him over my knee and grabbing the paddle, I said through gritted teeth, "Now I'm really gonna make you scream". With all my might I whipped the paddle down on his ass - Whack! Bob let out a loud "Oomph". Again - Whack! Bob yelped. Whack! He screamed. Whack! Whack! Whack! As I continued to paddle Bob and as Bob screamed for me to stop, Marie was doubled over in laughter. "Get him girl!", she cheered. "Give it to him good! Give him what he deserves!" Whack! Whack! Whack! When I finally stopped, Bob was crying and screaming, "Ow! Ow! Ow! Oh... no more! No more! Ple-e-e-e-ase!" Marie came over to inspect Bob's buns. "What cute little things! Look at how bright red they are!" She gave them a tweak and he sucked in air through his teeth. "Awww... does dat huwt, Bobby?", she taunted, before giving his ass one last slap. I crawled onto the bed, pulling Bob up onto his back. "Let's inspect our prisoner, major!", I said. "Yes... rear admiral!", answered Marie. We slowly and meticulously caressed every inch of Bob's naked body, as his cock once again strained skyward. "Ooh, Heather... look at this!", said Marie as she ran her finger up and down the underside of Bob's shaft. "Hmmm", I said as I cupped his blue balls in my hands, "seems to be quite a bit of swelling here". It was true. Bob's sack looked like it contained two hackey sacks. I began to slowly squeeze, "Let's see... does this hurt?" Bob implored, "No... not this... please... d-don't - AAAaaaaahhh!!!" "Marie, I think this entire apparatus needs to be immobilized for the prisoner's safety. Fetch me the harness." "Gladly!" Marie handed me the harness and I strapped it around the base of Bob's cock and tightened it as he groaned. Once I had his engorged cock painfully trapped, I tightened the rest of the strap - which separated his balls and squeezed tight around the base of his scrotum - and the room was filled with the most agonized scream I'd ever heard. Bob began hyperventilating, "I c-can't b-b-breath... I-I c-c... c-can't... oh, ow! OW! Oh shit! Shit! Oh FUCK! PLEASE! MERCY!!! Oh PLEASE... I'll do ANYTHING YOU SAY!!! I'm a piece of shit at your feet... a dog... I'm NOTHING... just... please?" Bob stopped pleading the minute he was able to focus on my smiling face. "I'll NEVER have mercy on you Bob. I'm enjoying this too much. You can't imagine how much I'm enjoying this." I looked Bob over like a prized animal. "You're right Bob... I am killing you. The only difference is I won't let you die. The pleasure exists entirely in letting you linger in your misery, so that I can humiliate you completely." "You tell him girl", said Marie. "Roll over", I commanded. When Bob didn't move, I slapped his face hard. "Roll the fuck over!" When Bob was on his stomach, I stretched his hands above his head and tied the handcuffs to the bed. Marie helped me free his ankles... only to tie each to a separate post at the foot of the bed. I began to rub Bob's buns in a soft, circular motion. "Marie... don't you think that Bobby here has the cutest little ass you've ever seen?" "I have to hand it to him", she answered. "Those are some pretty tight buns." "How would you like to fuck our little friend's ass?", I asked. "With pleasure", replied Marie as she strapped on the dildo. She then spit in her palm and rubbed it on the dildo to provide it's only lubrication. Running her finger up and down Bob's scrotum she cooed, "Ready dear?", and put the head of the plastic tool just inside his crack. "Hmmm... no reply. I guess that means 'yes'". With that, she rammed into Bob so hard that his head slammed into the wall. Amidst his screams - which were becoming more and more hoarse and desperate - she rode him without mercy. "Yee-hah! Ride-em cowgirl!", I cheered, as I unfurled the whip. "Heee-Ah!", I yelled as I sent the whip stinging across his back. I continued to whip him hard as Marie pumped his ass relentlessly. When we noticed that Bob was no longer screaming, I stopped the whipping and Marie paused with the entire dildo up Bob's ass. He had passed out. (TO BE CONTINUED...) Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part X) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bob awoke on his knees. He was still tied to the bed, but this time he was kneeling at the head, up on the mattress, with his hands cuffed behind him to the headboard. Marie and I were kissing on the mattress... she in red lingerie with gartered silk stockings and me in black with fishnets. I had my hand in Marie's panties and she was hugging me and sticking her toungue deep inside my mouth. As Marie began to cum, I pulled down her corset and licked and sucked at her breasts. Her moans filled our little bungalow. While Bob was passed out, we did ourselves up like we do before we dance... our hair was brushed - free and long, and we were made up like models. We had lingerie, a feather duster and two bottles of champagne... and we had all night. We were headed for a long, slow session of sweet lovemaking. Right before Bob's eyes. "It's your turn", Marie told me, as she eased me back onto the bed. Lying on my back, I could look straight up and see Bob's painfully harnessed cock straining upward at a 45 degree angle. While I was contemplating the pain his balls must have been in, I could feel Marie sucking the little toe of my left foot. I gasped as she slowly progressed from toe to toe, carressing my calves as she went. She ever-so gradually began to lick her way up my legs. As she did, I grew hotter and hotter... squirming on the bed. "Ooh baby... I'm on fire!", I said breathlessly as she began to work on my thighs. Her soft tongue playfully flitted its way up to the hair surrounding my pussy. She held my hands down at my sides as she began to tease my clitoris with soft kisses... licking and sucking the hard little bud. I was practically hyperventilating when she moved up to my belly. Marie's silky hair gently brushed along my body while she erotically bathed by body with her toungue. By the time she began circling my aching nipples with her sweet kisses, she was caressing the sides of my body. She was driving me absolutely nuts! I tried to tell her that she had complete control over my body, but I was breathing to hard to talk. So I just moaned and whimpered. From time to time I would catch a glimpse of Bob's tortured genitals and a wave of heat would shoot through my body... building up to a savage orgasm; one I was beginning to be afraid of having. I felt at that point that any more sexual intensity would certainly cause me to self-combust! By the time Marie planted her voluptuous mouth on mine, my entire body was trembling out of control. I could feel her beautiful breasts rubbing against mine as she simultaneously pressed her wet, warm pussy against mine. She frenched me and squeezed her body against mine while she spread my legs with hers and held her bush tight to mine... and I was in sexual ecstasy! "You are the sexiest woman in the world", she told me. I felt like it. Although I also felt that it was Marie who was the ultimate lover! After paying me such a beautiful compliment, Marie began to work her way downmy body... just as slowly as before. I was beginning to swoon, dizzily on the verge of fainting. I felt her luscious tongue on my clitoris again. She turned herself around so that her pussy was right over my face, eclipsing Bob's agonized manhood from my view. The moment I began feverishly licking at her vagina, Marie squeezed her body to mine and we merged into a taught, ecstatic ball. With our tongues deep inside each other, we both exploded in orgasm! I wrapped my arms around Marie as far as they would go and I held on as tight as possible... for fear of disappearing entirely! We both heaved and convulsed and rolled over each other and onto the floor. My orgasm seemed to last forever, as Marie and I continued licking each other on the floor. When we were done, we climbed back onto the bed and undressed each other. Neither of us looked at Bob's face the entire time. We were doing this for each other, and it was just a bonus for Bob to feel the cold sting of isolation as he jealously watched us indulging in each other. To his utter exclusion. Completely overwhelmed, he didn't utter a peep the entire time. When I had Marie naked, I reached for the feather duster and began dusting her tits with it. On her knees, she tossed her head back and placed her hands far behind her, arching her back on the mattress while she gyrated her hips. I slipped a finger into her pussy as I continued to titillate her with the feather duster. As Marie grew more and more excited, I decided to mock Bob by taunting her. "Ooh, suffer baby!", I teased. "No... please?", begged Marie, and we both began to giggle. "I want you on your knees, you little bitch", I said to her as I began to turn her so that she faced Bob. "I want you to grovel at my feet." "Why are you doing this to me?", she implored, imitating Bob. At this point, Bob began to look a little less delirious and a little more alert. With Marie on all fours, staring straight into Bob's face, I began to spank her while I continued tickling her with the feather duster. Each time I hit her, she let out a little squeal and rocked forward to peck Bob on the lips. After a while, I got off the bed and fetched the dildo out of our bag. "Don't move, you little slut", I commanded. "Oh... please help me, mister", Marie asked Bob, in a little girl voice. When I got back on the bed, she was running the tip of her tongue around and around Bob's lips. His cock and balls were in agony as they strained against their cruel leather harness. His red face, beaded with sweat, betrayed his pain and he gritted his teeth as Marie continued to deliver her soft retribution. I strapped the dildo around my waist and rubbed some lubricant on it... although Marie's snatch seemed to be offering more than enough of its own. Then I glided it into her, gently. While I fucked Marie, she alternately moaned, laughed, and kissed Bob's trembling mouth. His face was so red, it looked like his head was going to explode, and he started squirming from the pain in his genitals. Marie began moaning loudly and tossing her hair around so that it hit Bob in the face. When her orgasm was upon her, she was licking his chest and squeezing his shoulders. I let her down easy, fucking her slow before pulling the dildo out. I got off the bed and put the dildo on the dresser. I grabbed the little leather cat-o'-nine tails out of our bag and threw it to her. It was a sweet whip... no barbs, like the medeival version... but very effective in the right hands. "Whip the dog", I commanded. "With pleasure, m'lady", Marie responded. "Hard or soft?" "VERY hard." "With great pleasure, m'sweet lady." Marie moved to the right of Bob and gave him a taste of her formiddable tennis forearm - right across his chest. The man who was mutely writhing in intense agony since he awoke on his knees, tied to the head of the bed, finally let out the most anguished scream I had ever heard up to that point. It sounded like a combination of a man being torn into pieces and a baby wailing for its mother. I popped a tape into the radio as Marie's lashes grew louder, and I cranked up the volume. I began to dance sexily to the Afro-Cuban drum music that filled the room. Bob looked like a twisted, tortured soul as he stared at my voluptuous victory dance through his tears. He was completely out of breath, so each time Marie walloped him, he just let out a wheezing grunt. I was really getting sexy as I moved closer to the bed. I stopped off at the dresser to grab a candle from the bag, which I lit as I began to dance closer. I gyrated my hips and turned around and around, smiling wickedly at my helpless victim as I approached. All the while, Marie made him weep with her expert handling of the whip. After circling the bed for a long time, savoring my power, I climbed up on the mattress and stood over Bob. Marie stopped her whipping and got off the bed to begin dancing to the funky, frenetic rhythm. She held the whip between her legs with one hand in front and one in back, sliding it over her pussy as she performed. As Bob weakly watched his other tormentor gleefully taunt him with her sex, I began to inflict a new sensation on his miserable body. When the first drop of hot wax landed on his shoulder, his head snapped up and he stared crazily at me with his mouth wide open. "I'm gonna make you burn, baby", I said, putting throaty emphasis on the word "burn". I moved the candle over Bob's helpless body and dripped wax onto his arms, chest, neck, back... and even on his forehead. After about twenty drops or so, he was bucking so hard I almost fell off the bed. But I didn't... I just ruthlessly continued. Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three... Bob was no longer begging with words. He was reduced to gags, grunts and gasps. After I went through more than three-quarters of the candle, Bob's entire torso seemed like it was covered with wax. Marie was sweaty from dancing to the frenzied drums, and she hopped back onto the bed. I blew out the candle and Marie stood on the right side of Bob and straddled his right shoulder. I straddled his left and we hugged and kissed each other while we humped his head between us. We fucked like this for a good, long time... in no particular hurry to cum. Once we finally did... our hot pussies pressing down against each of his broad shoulders... we jumped down off the bed and stood back to appreciate our work. First I went to turn off the radio, then Marie and I stood with an arm around each other's hips, and we looked Bob over like a piece of abstract art... or a 4-H farm animal. "Exquisite, Heather", said Marie. "You really know how to destroy a man." "I've always considered myself a femme fatale", I laughed. "Always leave 'em beggin' for more!" Marie's eyes widened as she focused on Bob's penis. "Holy shit! Look at his cock!" I looked down and couldn't believe my eyes. Bob's tortured cock seemed twice as big as when it was normally erect and it was deep purple. His nuts were incredibly engorged and looked as if they were about to explode. The straps were digging into his male apparatus and they looked as if they would break skin any minute. Bob's breathing was very fast and shallow. Obviously, we took him well over the edge with our last little torture session and now he was in a state that could require hospitalization if we didn't move fast. Marie saw no hurry. She walked up to him with a big smile on her face. "Does that hurt, Bobby?", she teased as she ran her fingers up his inner thigh. "Marie, I think we should remove the cock harness", I recommended. "We don't want his little pecker to fall off." "I guess you're right, Heather. At least not yet." I walked over to Bob and was just about to remove the leather straps when Marie stopped me, "Wait", she said. I just want to savor this moment a little longer." With that, Marie wet her lips and started to gently suck on the head of Bob's twisted cock. "Oh, you're sooooo cruel Marie!", I laughed. I look up into Bob's eyes as he wordlessly looked to me for mercy... imploring me with his eyes to make her stop. "That's good, Bobby", I said coldly and softly. "I like that expression on your face. It tells me that you finally understand what's happening here. It tells me that you are learning the bitter taste of total defeat." Bob looked away toward the door, with tears welling up in his eyes, biting his lower lip. Meanwhile, Marie kept sucking and licking the head of a cock that would never come. "That's it, honey", I quietly taunted. "Cry like a little baby. That's what we're here for. To make you cry." Bob lurched his head back and looked straight up at the ceiling, letting out a a loud, wavering sob. "Ooohhh... stop. Pleeeeeeease." Marie finally stopped, smiled, and slid a finger up Bob's ass. When he moved his hips in response, he wretched from the pain below his waist. I knew it was finally time to undo the cock harness... if for no better reason than to avoid getting puked on. Smiling at the satisfaction of seeing Bob's cock twisted like a piece of beef jerky, I ran my finger over his taught scrotum to the snap at the base of his balls. Just for one last kick, I gave his bag a squeeze... causing him to violently throw his head back, hitting the wall. Giggling to myself, I unsnapped the wicked straps and removed the harness. Seeing Bob's cock free for the first time in many hours, I simply couldn't resist the temptation to stroke it oh so lightly. Not surprisingly, Bob still winced in abject agony. "I think we should tie him spread-eagle again and go for a swim", said Marie. I agreed. First, though, we took him to the bathroom and let him do his thing. Of course, we chaperoned him to make sure he couldn't "play with himself". Then I fed him some more bread and water. After all that, we stretched Bob out again, tying his hands to the head of the bed and his feet to the foot. It would be a while before his cock returned to its normal size, so Marie and I figured to go and have some fun while the feeling slowly seeped back into Bob's numb groin. As for his balls, they would not shrink... they would eventually grow larger, if possible. We put on our bikinis and slathered sun-tan lotion over each other's beautiful bodies as Bob stared. When we were done, I blew him a kiss and Marie laughed as we strode out the door. He would have plenty of time alone to think... and to be tormented by the returning sensation in his dick... he might even cry out for us to return, madly begging the silent walls. But he would be alone. In misery. (TO BE CONTINUED...) Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part XI) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marie and I spent the better part of the afternoon on the beach... tanning and swimming and just relaxing. Neither of us even mentioned Bob for the longest time, but we both shared an unspoken sense of satisfaction and delight... knowing that while we luxuriated in the sun, our nemesis was suffering alone in the dark. We both felt powerful and sexy... and whenever a guy would eye us on the beach, Marie and I would smile at each other. I know what we were both thinking: "Don't mess with us boy... or you'll be so very sorry!" In fact, the spirit of the week was becoming more playful. We still had four days left and we'd long since conquered Bob. Now we could just continue to have fun toying with him and making his life a living hell. We were ready to have some good clean fun. That day, Marie and I rented jet skis and zoomed around, then we went parasailing for free (after we sweet-talked the guy in the ticket-booth to slip us two tickets), and afterward we danced in the sun to a great reggae band on the beach. When we returned to the cabin, it was dark and silent. The air smelled faintly of sweat and Bob was laying still as a corpse. I quietly padded into the room for a closer look. Bob's eyes were open and he was staring blankly at the ceiling. A sweet, cruel wave of pleasure rushed through my body as I looked down at him - and I began to giggle. At the sound of my voice, Bob winced and squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted to make it all go away. Oh how he must have wished that he could open his eyes and wake up in his apartment... that this would all turn out to have been just a bad dream. But when he opened his eyes and turned to look at me, he stared directly at his nightmare, standing there in the flesh. Flesh that was more deeply tanned than this morning. Hair that was lighter than before... the blond highlights bleached by today's sun. Eyes that sparkled and laughed at him... moist lips that smiled as I examined his face. His poor, beaten face. His humiliation and defeat. Red eyes that said he could take no more. Lips that were dry and slighlty parted. Shallow breaths carrying a faint whimper. Such a vulnerable man. Such a helpless victim. Tonight promised to hold hours of slow and deliciously wicked fun... the girls were going to work their boy over with exquisite attention to detail... gentle... physical and intimate. Oh yes... tonight would be a night of slow, hot, sexy torture.... Marie sat in the chair against the right wall facing the bed and crossed her legs, which were glistening with tanning oil. "What do you have in store for Bobby now"? Bob wearily looked at me, visibly dreading my response. I looked back into his eyes for a good long while. "I'm not sure, Marie. I'm feeling so energized from our day... I wan't to get... intimate." "Intimate?", Marie asked. "Yes", I said, watching Bob lick his chapped lips and blink nervously. "I want to feel like I am touching every part of Bob's body... touching it and slowly tearing it apart." Bob closed his eyes again and turned his face back toward the ceiling... his face contorted as if he had just been sucking on a lemon. "Sounds... interesting", said Marie curiously. I walked up to the bed and brushed my fingers up and down Bob's legs. "You know what I brought with me in my bag Marie? Bikini wax." I could see Bob's jaw muscles buldge as he clenched his teeth. "I really love a man with bare legs, don't you Marie? It makes me feel like I can get SO much closer to him." Marie was silent. When I turned, she was just shaking her head and smiling slightly. "Remind me never to get on your bad side, Heather", she said softly. I was startled by Bob's voice. His throat was obviously parched and his voice trembled with emotion. "Y'know, H-heather... you could go to... t-to jail for a very long time for doing this. Marie... that goes for you too." He continued after pausing. "I could bring kidnapping... and assault charges against you." "Even rape charges?", I asked, coldly. "Y-yes", he said in a whisper. "Even that." There was another pause, then he spoke again. "B-but I swear to God... if you let me go now, I won't report any of this. I promise. I just can't..." "I'm supposed to believe YOU?", I snapped. "A maniac who tried to rape me and who tried to kill my friend?" Silence. I moved up to the bed, my fingers trailing up his body until I was leaning down over his face. "Never", I whispered, softly carressing his face. "I can never trust you. I will never forgive you. And I will make sure you never get what you want, ever again." "Oh, Heather...", he sobbed. As he looked up at me I could see that he was scared shitless of me... of my absolute power over him. I leaned forward, as if to kiss him. When I could feel his moist breath and sense the closeness of his trembling, yearning lips, I gently whispered, "Never". I backed away from the bed and walked over to my bag. Marie was sitting and smoking a cigarette and just looking at Bob. "Marie, why so quiet?", I asked, as I fished out all the bikini waxing paraphernalia. She got up and walked to the cabin door and motioned me to follow her outside. Standing under a small cluster of palm trees, I looked out at the beautiful sunset. "Gorgeous!", I exclaimed. "You know, Heather. We never really discussed how we were going to end this thing." Marie took a drag of her cigarette. She was right, of course. "Well, um", I began, but I found myself truly at a loss for words. "I mean what the fuck are we going to do with him, Heather?" "He won't be able to prove any of this", I said hesitantly. "Prove? I don't give a shit about that. I'm thinking about what HE'S going to do. You don't think he's not going to try to kill us... or get even somehow... do you?" The truth of the matter is, I hadn't thought about anything at all beyond this week. Stupid? Yes... but not unlike many other big vacations I've been on. Who needs to think about all the mundane details of returning home afterward? Of course, the real reason wasn't quite so flippant. The fact is, when you're consumed by the desire for revenge, you hardly think about anything but the sheer pleasure of having that revenge. "Well, do you?", Marie persisted. "I don't know", I answered. "I hadn't given it much thought." "You have given it ANY thought Heather, and neither have I. What are we going to do with the bastard when the week's up?" I didn't have an answer, but I was growing angry. In fact, I was becoming furious. I walked briskly down the beach and Marie followed. "Where are you going, Heather?" I sped up. When I reached the surf, I spun around and screamed at Marie, "You mean to tell me that all this time... this WHOLE FUCKING TIME... when I thought we OWNED the son-of-a-bitch... that he was actually in control!" I was beside myself with rage. "So is that IT, Marie? Bob... FUCKING BOB! Bob gets the last laugh?", I felt my face flushing as tears streamed down my cheeks. I felt dizzy and sick... he couldn't.... this couldn't be happening. "It wasn't supposed to happen this way", I sobbed, and turned away to face the sunset. We stood silent for a long time, just staring out over the ocean. It had grown dark by the time Marie and I walked a short distance up the beach and sat in the sand. We nestled against each other, rubbing each others arms... we were still in our bikinis and there was a slight chill to the night air. "We really only have two options", Marie said quietly. "We could let Bob go and face the consequences - legal, if he could swallow his pride and actually report this, and then if he could actually prove anything - and personal. It's ridiculous to think that he won't come after us immediately. And we know the kind of sick shit he's capable of." "Right. And the other option?", I whispered, almost imperceptibly. "Well...", started Marie, "when people torture people in the real world, they normally don't have to worry about retaliation. They have the military or police behind them." I shuddered slightly at the comparison. "You mean we're NOT torturing him in real life, Marie?", I asked... a sob welling up in my throat again. "You mean we're different from state interrogators and rapists?" I was crying. She held me silently for a long time. "Well, we're not trying to get information out of him and we're not trying to silence his political views. This is different. This is.... retribution." "We still have only two options", I said slowly and deliberately. "One is to throw ourselves at the mercy of Bob's own revenge. And the other, obviously, is..." I stopped short. Afraid to finish my own sentence. "I could do it", said Marie, firmly. "I could kill him." "There HAS to be another way." "There IS no other way, Heather. Unless, of course, you're willing to keep him locked up in your basement for the rest of your life." I got up and began walking back to the cabin. Marie followed. When I flicked on the light I was relieved to see Bob still tied to the bed. I had half expected to see him gone... maybe hiding around the corner with an axe, or something... but there he was. I was still in control of the situation. I felt mildly reassured, for the time being. "Where'd you bitches go?", Bob asked. I jumped - startled. His voice was louder. He even managed to sound sarcastic. "I guess I put a scare into you, eh Heather? Whatcha do Marie, talk some sense into the little cunt?" In an instant, Marie walked over to the bullwhip and picked it up off the floor. "What did you call her, deary?", she asked in a sweet soft tone. I know I couldn't have managed such a calm voice. "Don't fucking touch me with that thing!", Bob screamed. "You girls are already in enough..." CRACK! Marie flogged Bob's chest with all her might, knocking the wind out of him. CRACK! She slammed it down again across his stomach. CRACK! Again, across his legs. CRACK! His chest again. Bob gasped, but couldn't take a deep enough breath to scream. Dropping the whip to the floor and walked over to the bed. "Got something to say, sexy?", she asked in that same, sweet little-girl voice. Bob's back was arched as he gasped for air... red welts forming on his body from the blows. I grabbed the bikini waxing kit I had earlier removed from my bag and sat myself down at the end of the bed. "You certainly don't elicit much sympathy", I said, my voice trembling slightly from rage. Marie came to the foot of the bed and waited for me to get everything ready... then she helped me apply the wax to Bob's legs. I didn't stop at Bob's waist, though. I applied the bikini wax to his chest hairs and underarms. Nobody said a word until we were done. "I'm going for a shower", I said, and headed off to the bathroom. I whipped off my bikini and got into the shower... turning up the water good and hot. As soon as I stepped in, I began to relax. We still had half the week, maybe Marie and I would think of something else. In any case, I still wanted to enjoy this... and I needed to remove all doubt in my own mind that it was me who was in complete control. I needed Bob to acknowledge that tonight. I needed to see it in his eyes. I didn't dry myself. Instead, I came out of the bathroom naked and wet. Bob stared at me. "Mmmm... you look sweet", purred Marie as she handed me a glass of white wine. After she handed it to me she moved closer and pressed my clit with her fingers before sliding two into my pussy. I almost dropped the glass. But instead I moaned and took a sip. Marie continued to work me with her hand, and just as I finished my glass, I had an orgasm. I closed my eyes, shuddered and moaned. When I opened them, Marie smiled and took the glass from my hand. She kissed me on the lips and went to refill the glass. Now it was time for the bikini wax torture! I sat myself next to Bob on the bed and I tousled his hair. "You ready, sweetie?", I asked. Marie set my newly filled glass of wine on the table next to the bed and smiled down at Bob, who was silent as stone. I decided not to play around... and began with the hair in Bob's left armpit. When I pulled on the wax, the skin under his arm stretched out far... and then *plunk*, out came the first couple hairs. Bob sucked air in through his teeth and hissed, "oh shit". *Plunk, plunk*, out they came. I took my time, trying to only remove one hair at a time. "Oh no please", blurted Bob. "I'm sorry about those things I said before... OW! OW! STOP!... pleeease. Please stop hurting me... I'm only human." I snickered as I ripped the remaining hairs from Bob's armpit. His entire body tensed and his mouth opened wide in a silent scream. I inspected my work under my trembling victim's arm. "Human, huh?" All the hairs were gone. "That's a laugh". (TO BE CONTINUED...) Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part XII) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bob breathed fast through his teeth, smarting from the stinging pain in his left armpit, where the hair used to be. I scratched my fingertip over the bare skin and Bob emitted a miserable little whine. Still wet from my shower, I decided to straddle Bob's midsection so that he could be tortured by the sweet, warm sensation of my slippery thighs and soft, hot snatch... as I went to work on the hairs under his right armpit. He clenched his teeth as I slowly lowered myself onto his tummy. *Plunk!* Out came one hair. Bob bit his lower lip. *Plunk! Plunk!* He squeezed his eyes tight with pain as I rubbed my sweet pussy up and down his belly. It was enough to make me cum... and I knew that, in no time, I would. As I continued to slowly rip each hair from Bob's armpit, Marie bent over the bed and looked down into his face. Each time Bob's face twisted into a new expression of anguish, Marie laughed with rich delight. As I continued, she walked over to the fridge and took an ice cube from the freezer. She returned just in time to rub the ice in Bob's newly smooth right armpit. Hardly able to breath, Bob let out a sound not unlike the creaking of a gate on rusty hinges. His constricted groan was followed by a sudden, almost convulsive sob. I could feel my pussy juices flowing onto his abs. This was all so very delicious. I slid about three inches down Bob's body, spreading my legs farther and settling my snatch down on his lower abdomen. At that point, I could feel the head of Bob's cock resting like a feather on the crack of my ass... the same perfect, firm ass he drooled over at the club. As soon as I sensed the contact, I gently rocked back and forth on his belly, making his cock rub my soft skin. I squeezed my ass cheeks, making them hug Bob's cock-head for just an instant, then I let go. I repeated this action a few more times before plucking the first few hairs from my victim's chest. "O-h-h-h, H-e-e-a-a-ther", Bob whispered. He swallowed hard. I plucked a few more hairs. He started to cry. "What's the matta?", Marie taunted. "Aren't you man enough to take a girly bikini waxing?" She was looking down into his face again, smiling at him with that beautiful smile... and gorgeous eyes that displayed not a hint of pity. "Men are such sissies", Marie softly whispered, as she gently traced her fingertips over Bob's reddening face. "You just can't take it, can ya?", she mocked. "Hah, hah!" She kissed his sweaty forehead. I tore all the hair from Bob's right pec in one shot... his back arched and he screamed at the top of his lungs. A wave of orgasm shot from my snatch through my body, as if his pain sent an electric charge up through my spread legs, electrifying me with pleasure. As the orgasm peaked, I ripped the rest of the wax from Bob's chest, causing him to buck and hoarsely yelp... and I bounced upand down on him... fucking his agonized torso... in an absolutely ecstatic orgasm! Marie was just smiling down into Bob's face, twirling a few of his hairs around her index finger. I knew that she must have been getting extremely turned on, savoring Bob's agony as I derived such cruel sexual pleasure from his writhing body. "It's my turn to ride the animal, Heather", Marie said, a broad smile on her face. I just smiled back and got off of Bob. Marie hadn't showered and her body was still covered with a glistening layer of tanning oil. She got on the bed and straddled Bob's tummy with her slippery legs and leaned forward to hug his head to her luscious, slippery breasts. She commenced to slowly grind her hips and rub herself all over Bob's upper body... rubbing his face in her cleavage, his body between her thighs... never touching his excruciated penis the entire time. Marie was taking her time... squirming against Bob's naked skin - something which, in most situations would have been anything BUT torture... so I decided to take my own sweet time as well. I poured myself another glass of wine and started to work on Bob's pubic hairs. Again, pulling out only a few at a time, I was treated to Bob's wretched groans. To add an another maddening counter- point to his pain, I flicked the head of his cock with my tongue as I slowly circled his manhood... pulling out every last pube. Before continuing, I tenderly wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and just barely sucked on it. Bob convulsed and bucked under Marie's squirming body, and his unsuccessful attempts to get more of his forsaken manhood into my mouth drove Marie over the edge, and her breathy moans mingled with his pathetic grunts, as she came in much the same way I did just moments ago. "Weeee!", exclaimed Marie, as she slid her wet bush all over Bob's hairless torso, bathing him in her juices. "This is fun!" Eventually, Marie slid off of Bob. He looked really funny at that point in time with no hair on his body, save for his legs. His trembling, hairless body looked so vulnerable; which is just what I wanted... I wanted Bob to have no defenses... I wanted to feel like I could kill him with a caress if I so desired. I wanted to be able to touch his soul. I looked at Marie and gave her a mischievous smirk. "I'll race ya!", I said. She didn't seem to understand. I gestured toward Bob's legs. "Choose your lane!" Finally catching on, Marie smiled. She ran her fingers up and down Bob's left leg, then his right. "I'm not sure, Heather. What do YOU think?" I copied Marie and stroked each of Bob's legs. "Well", I said, "The left lane feels faster. I believe I'll take it." "Agreed", answered Marie. "Then I'll take the right." We both grabbed some wax far up on Bob's thighs. "On your mark", I said. "Get set. GO!!!" We were having such fun separating Bob from his body hair amid his acute screams, neither of us noticed who won the race. Not surprisingly, Bob wasn't much help in judging the matter either. So we declared a tie and poured ourselves two more glasses of wine! (TO BE CONTINUED...) Slow Tease, Sweet Revenge (Part XIII) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "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 the 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 over 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) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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