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Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon

... hitting a glancing strike at Mona's oblique. Still painful. Mona fell to the ground on her last legs in the fight. Jane, furious, growled in agonized hatred. Mona looked up and saw a pair of massive tits--Jane was already upon her, burying her talon-like fingers into her hair. Mona groaned in pain as she was lifted up, and felt her world collapse when a professional-level knee strike made her vagina its target. Mona couldn't see--her eyes saw flashing white light, and tears poured from her face. Her legs trembled and gave out, and she fell to the ground, sobbing. Jane tied her hands behind her back, snarling into her ear, "Stupid fucking whore, kicking my tits because you're jealous. Y'know what? Get the fuck up, I'm not done."

Mona was brought to her feet by a tug on her arms, and she was dragged across the house to the kitchen. Mona was slammed, leaning against the kitchen island, her breasts flopped out onto its surface. Jane retrieved a wooden spoon, knowing where they kept them. Mona shook her head, wailing with open mouth at what she anticipated. Jane wrenched Mona's arms up, shoving her forward to leave her vulnerable breasts splayed out for a beating. The cruel wooden spoon struck directly down onto the center of her right breast, bursting off the rippling skin and immediately drumming onto the left. Her breasts danced on the table, shaking like water, reverberating from the violence upon them. Jane laughed while Mona screamed in pain. Her beautiful pale breasts ...

... were covered in pink paddle marks.

Chet stepped out of the shower, nude save for his towel wrapped around his waist. He took a deep breath, then stepped into the bedroom. His eyes shot open wide. It wasn't Mona on the bed, it was his crazy ex: Jane! She lay seductively posed for him, sat on the edge with legs spread, leaned back onto her elbows. They spoke in unison, though Chet was frightened and Jane was excited, "Oh! My! God!"

"Last chance," said Jane, "to make the right choice for your woman."

"What the hell did you do with Mona? Where's my WIFE!?" Bellowed Chet, rage building but freezing in fear.

Jane frowned, "Wrong choice."

Chet was a big man, and every time the two had wrestled in the past he'd won, but he knew those had been charity. He'd seen what she could do. He swallowed his fear and charged. It was over instantly, pitifully. He was rotated, twisted and dropped. He didn't even understand what she'd done, but he knew he was on the ground. His bum shoulder stopped him from standing with her on his back, she knew the angle to stay to hold him down. He felt rope wrap his wrists and secure his arms behind himself. He grunted in frustration, "Damn it Jane, what the hell are you doing!?"

Jane placed a foot onto the small of his back, "What am I doing? Chet--I'm the victim. You abandoned me, and now I'm punishing you."

Chet was baffled, "What? No! You're dangerous and insane! Wait--what did you do with Mona if I'm the target?"

Jane grit her teeth, ...