Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon - Sex Stories

Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon

... position where she was riding cowgirl, but leaned back, her hands on the floor, her head upside-down and staring at Mona with a grin. It didn't even look pleasant for either of them. It must've been, because again Mona watched her husband cum inside Jane. A small pool of fluid formed beneath the chair.

Jane wrapped up the night. She placed Chet's genitals into a little cozy heater, and turned the room temperature a bit warmer than comfortable, preparing him for tomorrow. She returned the shock device onto Mona. Of course, Mona was scared, but by now Chet wasn't saying anything. His eyes were vacant, staring at the ground. Mona cried and shook, but the world was blurry. She was exhausted, desperate for sleep, and in so much muscular discomfort from the chair and cramping she needed to stretch out. Throughout the night, the shocks prevented her from sleeping. She got some micro naps in, her body succumbing to its fatigue, but these were barely restful. When they happened, her dreams were of a happy honeymoon, of starting a family, and of building a life. Reality started to blur. She didn't know what was real. After all, what was more likely: That she was married to the man she loved, or that this stranger had destroyed it all?

In the morning, Jane entered into the living room. She removed the cozy from Chet. She slapped Mona, getting her attention. She asked, "Do you want to get out of that gag?"

Mona nodded. Jane said, "There's only one thing that'll get you out, ...

... understand?"

Mona nodded. Jane continued, "You'll have to break Chet's nuts. Fully break them. Bye-bye babymakers."

Chet heaved a terrible sigh, a groan of sorrow, but said nothing. What could he say? Mona nodded. Chet looked at her in despair. Mona was ungagged, and finally closed her mouth. Having been open for so long, it felt wrong. Her tongue tasted bad to her. Jane untied Mona, and Mona stood on shaky legs. Jane said to her, "I don't need to tell you that, if you fight me again, I'll shock you to death."

Mona grimaced, haunted by the past electrocutions. She removed the shock pads from her body. Mona spoke her first words in days, "Will you leave us alone after?"

Jane nodded, "Yep. Then you can call the cops or whatever, and they'll arrest me eventually, when they find me. It'll be satisfying for all of us."

Mona was defeated. Delirious, too. She swayed on her feet, derealized. She said monotonously, "Tell me what to do."

Jane sat in Mona's chair and took out a vibrating dildo. She lubed it up and placed it at her entrance, teasing herself a bit. She watched intensely as she commanded from her throne, "Kick them."

Mona shot out a kick like her foot was dynamite, launching faster than Chet could see. It collided into his balls with an unusual sound, like a hollow hit rather than the expected slap. Chet screamed, much worse than he'd screamed before. Mucus fell from his weeping face. Jane penetrated herself deeply. "Again."

Chet bellowed, the next ...