Joseph Martin's Revenge

By Alice Parker

       I was so sleepy.  I had just gotten out of the shower from playing 'Miss Parker' with Joe and had  climbed into bed.  I was all warm and cozy, snuggled under my blanket and feeling content.  That is where I was, drifting off to the sound of the shower running.  I figured I should be hearing the washer lid slam down before too long.... then sleep took over.

       Suddenly the covers were ripped back and he was on top of me.  “Well, well Miss Parker...  don't you look sweet.  I almost wouldn't recognize you as the slut you are.”

       “Wha....?  Joe?”  I have always been slow to wake up and safe in the comfort of your own home is not someplace you tend to sleep on guard. 

       “You heard me bitch!”  he bellowed as he slapped my face. 

       

       There was no delay in my waking then; I was suddenly on fire.  I don't mind getting my face smacked with a cock and you can do all kinds of cruel and unusual things to me but being slapped in the face has always been off-limits.  I instantly started pitching and bucking against him.  I clawed at his face and caught him with a finger nail, causing a thin line of blood to well up.  He just laughed and slapped me again.

       “That's right baby, let's see what kind of fight you have in you.” he said in a savage tone of voice.  It didn't even sound like him.  I balled my fists up and started pounding on his torso.  My hips twisted and my legs were kicking; which did absolutely no good.

       “Get off me you mother fucker!  What in the fuck do you think you are doing?”  For as enraged as I was that was a soliloquy of elegance.  Sometimes Alice has a potty mouth and I mean that in more than one way. 

       “Did you really think you were going to get away with that cum once crap?  You have been teasing me for weeks, I fly out here and that is what I get?  No cunt, I'm going to get what I came for.”  he said as he caught my wrists up in one hand and pulled on the belt of his robe with the other one.  I knew if he got my wrists tied up he was going to get what he wanted and I didn't want to give it to him.  Not only had he slapped me but he was flagrantly breaking the rules of my game.  I had planned on making it up to him the next day. 

       “Fuck you!” I cried as I managed to break one wrist free.  I clawed at him again and opened up three scratches on his chest.  He caught my wrist and forced it to rejoin it's sister in his left hand.  With his right hand, he grabbed my throat, belt still in hand and started to squeeze.  I instantly felt the blood start to create pressure in my head, then he squeezed a little harder and I started to see stars.

       “I will fucking choke your dumb ass out if you don't cooperate.”  he growled.

       He took his hand off my throat and I gasped for air while he wound his belt around my wrists and one of the posts on my headboard.  Suddenly, I realized my predicament and the more rational side of my brain kicked in.        

       “Come on sweetie, I don't want to...”

       He slapped my face yet again, reigniting the rage and all he did was laugh.  Once he was positive my wrists were secure he got up, which is when I noticed the lid to my toy box was open and he had the belts from my robe and Colette's too. 

       Joe has two drawers in the dresser in the guest room and a spot under the bed for a couple pairs of shoes.  He had a spot on the closet floor for a hot minute but Colette quickly rectified that situation the last time she stayed over.  It seems the entire closet in the guest room is hers.  That and any other bit of storage real estate she can accrue, including the hooks on the back of the bathroom door which is where she hung both of their robes on during her last visit. 

       Despite my thrashing, Joe managed to secure my ankles with the other two belts, taking a couple decent kicks in the process.  He pulled each leg as straight as he could and tied the belts as tightly as possible so that despite the nature of the fabric, there was not much give.  The whole time I was spitting and cussing.  Finally my macaw Charlie took notice from his cage in the entry way of the house and started screaming.  He hates men and hearing me in that state of distress was freaking him out.

       “Shut him up!”  Joe snapped.

       “Fuck you prick!  You shut him up!”

       Joe straddled my chest and pulled his hand back like he was going to backhand me across the face.  “Bitch I swear to God I have always wanted a blow-job from a toothless whore and the blood will just make it wetter.”  The look on his face and the way he had been behaving to that point made me think he was serious.  Serious enough that I took action.

       “That's enough Charlie!  Go back to sleep.”  I shouted.  Charlie naturally replied with two more screams and then started grumbling as he settled back down to sleep. 

       “Now we need to keep that big mouth of yours shut.” he said as climbed back off my chest, while I stared at him fuming.  He got into my laundry hamper and pulled out a dirty pair of pantyhose and stuffed the tops in my mouth, winding the legs around my head until he tied them off in front.  “So you thought that shit was funny huh?” he asked although he knew he would get no answer. 

       Sitting back on my chest, Joe put the head of his cock against the hosiery in my mouth and slowly let loose a stream of piss.  Most of it rolled down the sides of my face, soaking into my hair and the pillow underneath but it started seeping into the nylon in my mouth as well.  He slapped me again lightly, once on each cheek laughing as he did and my mind stalled out I was so infuriated.  I actually wanted to kill the son of a bitch.

       Joe jumped off the bed and got the wedge-shaped reading pillow I keep next to the bed.  He stuck his hand under my ass and lifted while he pushed it under my body with the narrow side under the small of my back.  The fat end was under my hips, which put my cunt and ass up in the air nicely while straining my legs a bit from the pull of the belts on my ankles. 

       He went over to the toy box and started rummaging around until he came up with some fairly nasty little clamps that Colette and I would sometimes use on each others cunt-lips.  They were too tight for either of our nipples but not today.  My nipples weren't even hard, he just clamped them on  as much of the flesh as he could get between the jaws.  My eyes started to tear up immediately.

       “Oh... poor little slut.  She gets what she wants and she still cries.  Maybe you just need more.” he said as he made his way back to the box.  He came up with one of my larger dildos and came at me with an evil look of glee on his face.  He not only didn't sound like himself, he didn't look like my sweet Joe either.  “Here you go, we'll see if you like this!” he said as he pushed it up against my asshole.  He pushed and screwed at my ass until finally, he broke through, ripping tissue with the dry rubbery plastic.  My eyes squeezed shut as I squealed in pain.  It was a larger size than I normally would take up my ass and with no lube the pain was unbearable.

       “Still not enough?”  he asked snidely as he fished out the largest plastic cock I owned.  I had never used it, it was almost more of a novelty item or a prop.  Colette had bought it for me as a surprise gift.  At the time I joked to her that she should have just brought me a bald midget.  I started shaking my head.  There was no way I could take that in my ass.  Not even with a gallon of lubricant let alone just a little blood for lube;  It would split me open.  It didn't matter though, I had no say in the matter. 

       To my relief and renewed horror he pushed the head up against my cunt lips.  He spread my labia open with one hand and roughly thrust the dildo in.  I felt it pop as it slid past my pubic bone, pulling and ripping some of my delicate cunt skin there too as it stretched to accommodate and accept the behemoth.  My eyes rolled back in my head and I guess I must have passed out.

       “Wake up cunt, or you will miss all of the fun!”  I heard through the haze as I felt something tickling my face.  My eyes fluttered open and I saw the cause of the tickling sensation, Joe was stroking my face with my flogger.  As soon as he saw my eyes were opened he smacked my stomach hard with it.  He wasn't trying to make it feel good, that much was obvious.  He flogged my belly and down my legs before covering the soft skin under my arms.  Finally he pulled the clamps off my nipples and started covering my breasts.  I tried to scream through the pantyhose and he slapped my face for it telling me to shut my stupid ass up. 

       That is when he brought the flogger down on to my still sore and stuffed twat.  I have no idea how many times, all I was aware of was the pain.  Hot, almost acidic tears spilled out of my eyes.  I couldn't believe someone I trusted and cared about was using me and my things against me in my own home in such an unwelcome fashion.  I couldn't believe my dear friend was actually raping me.  We had talked about it but I never expected it to be so unexpected.  I never expected him to act so out of character. 

       Joe put the flogger down and left the room without a word.  Several minutes later he came back into the room with his cell phone, a knife and a lighter.  He put the knife and lighter down on the nightstand and opened his phone.  I saw him think for a moment and then he started dialing. 

       “Hello?  Suzie?”  he asked.  I listened intently trying to figure out who he was calling and what he was up to.  “Yeah it has been a while.  Look I have been thinking about you lately and I was just sitting here with absolutely nothing to get me off and I was wondering if you could help me out... like you used to.”

       My face flushed.  Here I was all strung out on the bed and he was calling an ex-girlfriend to get him off?  I had not been so humiliated in a long time.  I saw him casually pick up the knife and my humiliation quickly turned to panic.  I had no clue what the fuck he was planning.  He dropped the knife next to me and pulled up the chair I had put in the room for our game earlier and sat down. 

       “Oh yeah, you know I like that.” he encouraged the woman on the phone.  I could not believe what I was hearing.  He started stroking his cock as he listened and murmured into the phone. 

       “How hard baby?  You know I will give it to you as hard as you want it.”  he told her.  His breathing started to quicken and his balls were drawing up. 

       He got up and put the tip of his cock to my nostril.  I started to twist my head away when he took his hand off his cock and picked up the knife, threatening me with it.  He grabbed his cock again and started beating it furiously with the tip shoved up to my nostril.  “Oh God yeah Suzie, you're gonna make me cum!” he cried.  Suddenly his dick started twitching and sperm shot up into my sinuses, filling my head and face with a burning pain and severely inhibiting my breathing since the wet nylons prevented me from using my mouth effectively. 

       “Yeah, I have to go.  Thanks though babe, you're the best.  I'll catch up with you later!” he said  cheerfully before hanging up as I gagged and choked on the jism clogging my only good air passage.  He picked the knife back up, slid it under the pissy pantyhose and cut upward; pulling them free of my mouth.  I continued to sputter and cough while he pinched my cheeks with one hand.  “Now bitch, I want you to understand this, if you won't get me off when I want you to then I will find another slut who will.”

       With that he used the lighter he had brought with him to light both of the candles I kept on my bedside table.  We both just stared at the flame for a moment while the wax melted in the candle he kept in his hand.  He tipped it and the wax hit my sore nipple making me bite my lip and gasp in pain. 

       “Yeah, you better keep it down or I will do something that will make the pantyhose seem like a treat.” he threatened.  He made me stick my tongue out and dripped wax on it too.  That is when he got the great idea to put a clamp onto my tongue, forcing it out of my mouth.  The clamp crumbled the bits of wax he had just dripped on my tongue, making me to work hard to swallow them down my already sore throat.  Taking a shot through the nose is just no fun.  

       He moved the candle back and forth between my nipples until they were covered in lilac colored wax.  Once he was satisfied with the job he had done, he blew the candle out and put it down.  “Let's see, is everything nice and snug in here?” he asked as he jiggled the ends of the fake cocks that were about to split me in two.  The one in my ass must have worked itself out a little because he pushed it deeper causing a sharp pain deep within my bowels. 

       “Oh now, that didn't hurt, did it?  Maybe you need something to take your mind off of it.” he said with a mock concern that made me feel quite nervous.  With that he picked up the candle he had left burning and with a flick of his wrist, sent half of the molten wax spilling onto my freshly flogged pussy, aiming right for my clit. 

       “Uhhhnnn!  Oh shit!” I hissed as it hit my skin.  He gave it just a moment to cool before pouring a bit more out.  I had hoped he was done when he tilted the candle a third time sending more hot wax onto my suffering twat.  It felt so hot after the flogging that it seemed impossible that I would not be blistered by it. 

       “Let's find something else to do while we wait for that to cool” Joe offered casually as he extinguished the candle and set it down.  He got up on the bed, pulled the clip off my tongue and squatted over my face.  “Lick.” he ordered. 

       I sighed and stuck my tongue out and ran it over his tightly puckered hole while he started to pick the wax off of my nipples.  “That's right, work that tongue around.  Now get it up in there.” he ordered as he began to pull and twist on my nipples. 

       I pressed my tongue up against his wrinkly little hole until it slid in as far as I could manage.  “That's right.  I bet you like the way my asshole tastes you little whore.” he moaned.  “Here let's try this.” he said as he repositioned himself.  With no further ado, he jabbed the full length of his cock into my mouth, forcing my throat open painfully. 

       He started fucking in and out of my throat as though it were a cunt.  His balls kept smashing into my nose and I was yet again that evening having trouble breathing.  It had been awhile since I had my throat so forcefully fucked and it hurt like hell but it didn't take long for me to get into a good rhythm of breathing.

       “That's right bitch take it deep.” Joe said as he pushed in as deep as he could and held it there a moment.  It seemed like forever to me before he pulled back and I was able to get a breath.  Although I knew better, I would have loved nothing more at that moment than to bite that cock in two.  My sinuses were still stinging and irritated from his phone-sex and it felt as though I had just only caught my breath again; not to mention that my tormented nether-region was on fire.

       Joe's breathing became ragged and his fucking doubled in speed.  I was having trouble keeping up and all I could do was wish he would finish soon.  Suddenly he pushed in as far as he could and stayed there while his cock exploded in my throat.  My lungs felt like they were about to explode themselves I was so desperate for  a breath of air.  After the last bit of semen made it's way into my throat, he pulled out, finally allowing me some oxygen.

       “Bastard!” I managed to croak out weakly.  Joe just chuckled while he went toward the end of the bed.  He pried up the largest piece of hardened wax on my cunt and started picking at the smaller ones surrounding it. 

       “Oh look at that clit!” he said as he admired his own work.  He bent his head and gently kissed it.  For the first time during this whole experience I felt a tingle in my twat and considering the circumstances it pissed me off.  Joe then gave my clit a slow, teasing lick that made my pelvis involuntarily jump.  “Ah, I see we've hit a nerve.”

       Joe walked back over to my toy box and started rooting around in it.  “Jesus woman, you have everything in here don't you?” 

       “Fuck you Joe.  This shit is not funny and I want you to let me up right now!”

       “Aw...  don't worry slut, I've got something for you right here.” he said as he lifted a vibrator out of the box and twisted the base so that it sprang to life.

       “You are not going to make me cum Joe, so you can shove that up your ass for all I care.”

       “Really?  I think you are going to do what I want you to do.”  he said as he put the tip against my clit.  My rebellious pussy betrayed me completely.  I could feel myself getting wet within moments and it wasn't long before I felt my orgasm start to approach.  I tried to hang on to it, I knew could do it.  I had in the past, so I just knew I could hold off.  Regardless of what I knew, I became awash with my body's responses.  I decided that if I was going to cum there was no way I was going to let him know about it. 

       Wrong.  Joe started laughing as soon as I began to peak.

       “Did you think if you were quiet I wouldn't know Alice?  Look at you.  You are all wet, flushed, glassy-eyed and these fuck-sticks I have stuffed inside you are doing the jitter-bug down here.”

       I couldn't say anything, he was right. 

       “Actually, I am disappointed.  I thought this might be more challenging.  I think we should try to make it more challenging.”  Joe said as he walked up toward my head with the vibrator still running.  He slapped my face yet again and immediately stuck the vibrator back on my clit. 

       Joe knows how sensitive my clit is after I cum.  I can cum again almost instantly and usually again after that within a minute or two.  I don't think he wanted to make it more challenging.  I think he was trying to prove a point to one of us.  Hell, probably both of us.       

       “Oh now see, it looks like you're ready to pop again already Alice.  I want to hear you this time though.  You know you are dying to cry out.”

       As much as I hated it, a low moan escaped my lips. 

       “That's right bitch, just give in to it.”

       I didn't need any encouragement.  My moaning became louder and more insistent.  Next thing I knew my crotch started clenching the fake cocks in my holes to the point they both started getting pushed out.  I screamed when I came, partly from ecstasy and partly from rage.  This fucker was really raping me and I was cuming on cue for him like an animal performing a trick.

       “Great!  Let's see what we have now.” Joe said as he got between my legs.  “Hey!  These aren't where I left them!”

       He grabbed the base of both dildos and started fucking them in and out of their respective holes.  Now that my pussy had soaked the whole area and the holes had some time to stretch, it wasn't a difficult task for him.  I will confess, after getting off, the pain became a bit more appealing. 

       “See!  I knew you would play along eventually.  I'm glad you are good and wet too.  There is this thing I have always wanted to do and you are going to help me with it.”

       My mind started spinning with things I could recall from his 'Things to Do' list, crossing off anything that didn't make sense considering the situation I was in.  I felt him slowly pull the dildo from my cunt-hole, then he started to tug on the dildo in my ass as he muttered under his breath while he dislodged it.

       Joe started looking around the room until he spotted his phone.  He put it next to the vibrator at the foot of the bed and grabbed his chair, repositioning it between my legs.  Next he got up and fished in the laundry hamper until he fished out a pair of panties which went directly in my mouth.  I really didn't understand what was going on when he untied the belt holding my left ankle to it's bedpost and put it over with my other leg.  I felt him begin to untie the right leg and realized he was going to flip me over. 

       Once I was on my belly I heard him rooting around in the toy box again but I couldn't see what he was getting.  I just felt it hit the foot of the bed and heard him take his seat.

       “Oh look at this poor pussy.” he said as he stroked a finger up and down my slit.  He spread my ass cheeks wide.  “Oh and your poor ass too.” and with that he kissed my right ass cheek as he squeezed both of them.  One finger slid in my twat and he fucked it in and out gently.  Then he put in the other finger and did the same. 

       “I know it has been a long time for you so I will try to be careful.” he said as the third finger went in.  I lost my breath for a moment and I felt dizzy.  He wouldn't....  he had never mentioned he wanted to...

       His pinkie-finger slid in and I discovered which item he had fished out of the box when I felt cool lubricant hit my heated pussy.  I felt him work at it until his thumb in.  I screwed my face up, trying to brace myself for it.  He continued to wiggle and push his hand into me until he finally made it past its base.  I thought I was going to pass out again.  I guess he must have thought I might too because he asked if I was still with him.  I started a barrage of muffled cussing.

       Joe laughed while he applied more lube and pushed his hand deeper into my abdomen.    I felt him start to curl his fingers up until he truly had made a fist.  I heard him flip open his phone but he didn't call anyone.  I realized he must have a camera in it.  It's not every day a guy gets to fist fuck a bitch he is raping.  I could see why he wanted it in the scrap-book; his first fisting. 

       I heard the vibrator turn on and he put it on my clit.  I had a mouth full of panties so I couldn't warn him.  Served the fucker right.  I got back at him in a small way the only way I knew how, by throwing myself full force into the feeling I was getting from the vibrator.  I started building up towards an orgasm with a frightening power while he fist fucked my splitting cunt.  He adjusted the vibrator a bit and that was all it took.  I threw myself into my orgasm with abandon and encouraged my cunt's contractions.

       “OW!  FUCK!  I need that hand Alice!  Jesus Christ.  Ow!”

       My whole body started shaking.  Not from the orgasm nearly as much as from the laughing.  I guess he never thought about how the same contractions that would milk his cock would feel on his hand and and wrist.  It soon became apparent to him that I was laughing.  I knew it paid to do those those stupid Kegel exercises, but this was a bonus. 

       “You think that shit is funny?  God damn it, I could have broken something!”  he said as he uncurled his fingers and slowly pulled his hand from my over-stretched twat.

       I started laughing even harder at the appearance of his inner-drama queen.  All men have one.  Listen to a man tell a fishing story or God forbid, let them fall ill.   

       “Okay cunt, I have something funny for you.  Be glad it isn't my fist again.”  he said as he jabbed his cock into my ass.  He dug his fingers into my ass cheeks and started fucking like his life depended on it.  Within moments he was grunting and puffing.  I am not sure how he did it, but somehow he started fucking even faster still and more savagely than before.  He pulled my ass cheeks so far apart I thought they might split too, then with one more thrust, I felt his cock start spasming in my ass and for the second time that evening his seed spilled into my bowels. 

       His fucking stopped and I thought he must have over-done it and needed a rest since he paused longer than normal.  That is when the flow of urine started to fill my ass.  “Wow.  Oh holy shit that feels good.” he said.

       If he would have so much as looked at my clit at that moment I probably would have cum again it got me so hot.  He didn't have a full bladder but it was enough to let me know he had done it.  He pulled his dick out of my ass and I clamped it shut trying to minimize the mess on my bed. 

       Joe pulled the panties out of my dry mouth and looked at me expectantly.  I took his wet member into my mouth, cleaning all of the various substances off his cock.  His cum, my cum, a little blood and lube not to mention piss and whatever secretions my ass threw into the mix.  I sighed as I suckled him.

       “That's right... that's my girl.” he said as he stroked my hair.  He pulled out of my mouth and left the room.  A moment later I heard the tub start to run and he returned.  He gently untied me and picked my exhausted and sore body up, carrying me to the bathroom.  He sat me on the toilet while I pissed and ejected the brew that was filling my anal cavity.   

       When I was done he picked me back up and put me into the tub full of warm bubbles. 

       “Sore?” he asked.

       “Yes you fucker!  And how dare you slap me!”

       “Oh now, don't be mad.  Would it really be rape if I were gentle and you set conditions?”

       “No I guess not.” I confessed ruefully, “But you are still a fucking bastard.” I added as he started scrubbing my back.

       “Why are you doing this?  Giving me a bath.”  I queried.  It wasn't something he had done before and it took me a bit off guard so naturally, I was curious about his motivation.

       “What being nice?” he asked looking for clarification.  I nodded, it was nice.

       “So you'll let me rape again sometime.” he said as he laughed and gave my nipple a pinch.

***Note from author:  If you are not familiar with the characters then you should take yourself over to one of my other stories so you can acquaint yourself.  I am not Carolyn Keene and I refuse to repeatedly make introductions to the same characters.  I guess what I am getting at is that if you want more out of it, you will have to put more into it.