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Jessica's Revenge
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Jessica's Revenge
by David
David got back from his business trip to an empty house. He unlocked the door
and walked in happily, shouting, "Sweetheart!" only to be stopped by the sight
of a man in a business suit, waiting for him. David spun around, but two
heavies appeared from outside and firmly shut the door.
"Hello, Mr. Winthrop." said the least slimy-looking of the trio. "Please do
not be alarmed, we mean you no harm. In fact, we are here to offer you a
once-in-a-lifetime oppurtunity."
"Jessica!" David shouted. "Get out! Burglars!"
The slime-ball in the suit cut him off. "I am afraid you are a little late,
Mr. Winthrop. In fact, Jessica has not been here for all the time you have
been gone, and we are hardly burglars. We bring you a gift."
"But, I talked to her, she was visiting relatives..." stammered David.
"No," answered the slime-ball. "have you heard of the Pent Mansion? We
would like you to join our club for gentlemen's entertainment... and in return
we would like you to accept the fabulous job we have done of training your
wife, and share her with the group."
David looked at the two heavies behind him, calculated speeds, and thought
fast. "And if I don't?"
"I am sure you would not do that, Mr. Winthrop. You will enjoy our club, we
have some very influential members, and I am afraid you would simply...
disappear. Your employer will not even miss you, in fact they are the ones
that recommended your wife to us."
"Well, I don't know..." David feigned embarassment. "I've heard an awful lot
about the things that go on up there. I can really be a full member?"
"Of course!" The slime-ball was sure he had him. "You will occaisionally be
required to bring your wife to meetings for full membership, but I am sure
the pleasures will be completely worth it." he smiled greasily.
The three slimes, one a little less moronic than the others, led David outside
to a limosine. He was seething inside, but he managed to maintain an outward
air of expectancy... God knows he was anxious enough to see his wife, and they
were taking him to her! They drove up to the gates of a huge mansion, and an
armed guard let them in. David got out of the limo and was led up to an
impressive entrance hall, and then to a huge room that smelled of sex, with
pictures of women's faces streaming semen on every wall. There were a number
og men there of all ages, and a few women in collars and lingere serving drinks.
"Wow, impressive place you have here." said David, trying to keep his cool.
"Have you made Jessica look as hot as these women?"
"These slaves are not even starting to look hot," panted the slime-ball. "You
should see them with cum covering their bodies." He licked his lips, secretly
wanting to taste cum himself, which is why he liked covering women with it.
"But I think you will be truly pleased with what we have managed to make of
Jessica in the short time we have had her." Finally, David spotted his love
being led out of a back room. She was dressed like the others, with her head
bowed, being led by another woman in a thicker collar. "Kneel, slut." the
slime-ball commanded. David felt an urge to rip his guts out with a rusty
pitchfork, but restrained himself. Jessica kneeled at David's feet, and said
dully, "yes, Master." The head slime-ball was really grinning with glee now.
"Unzip your master and suck him, slut," he commanded. Jessica moved quickly
to obey, unzipping David and taking his cock out. Unfortunately, he couldn't
get an erection, looking at the bruises on her arms. He thought hard, trying
to remember his honeymoon with Jessica, and closed his eyes, knowing that if
he didn't perform, he could still die at the hands of these moral cripples.
Suddenly, David opened his eyes to a flash, and saw that someone had just
taken a picture of him. "Insurance, Mr. Winthrop." the slime-ball smiled.
"We wouldn't want you trying to have second thoughts, so if you consider taking
action against us, remember that we will ruin you with these pictures, and that
the president of your company, the Mayor, and the Chief of Police are all
members." David recognized the Mayor across the room, suddenly. Another girl
moved in front of him to pose for more pictures. David couldn't help but be
excited at the sight of two women licking him, but one of them he loved with
all his heart, and the other he didn't know from Eve, and couldn't care less
about, so it was not something he would have ever done in real life. He
finally started to come, and recognizing the particular sickness of these
morons, pulled back so that his cum splashed over the two women.
"Aren't they good, Mr. Winthrop?" smarmed the slime-ball. "Now enjoy yourself
and I will see you at the end of the evening." David thought to himself, "you
certainly will." as slime-ball #1 moved off in search of sicker pleasures.
David stayed as short a time as he possibly could, trying to keep Jessica near
him, and then took her chain and started to lead her out the door. One of the
heavies was there, and said, "where are you going with that slut?" David had
been planning for this. "Oh she's such a hot slut, I've just got to try her
out and find out EVERYTHING you've taught her." The moron was appeased.
"You're okay. Yeah, take her, but be sure to be back tomorrow for the big
splash-fest! We're going to piss all over each other!" David thought, "oh,
joy, I bet you like to eat shit too" as he left.
David got Jessica outside to the limo, and the driver took them home. She
looked at him hopefully once, but he told her, "quiet, slut!" so the driver
could hear. As soon as they got inside, David clasped her to him. "Oh
darling!" He cried. "I was so worried about you, but I never imagined
anything like this! What did they do to you?" Jessica looked at him
distrustfully. "Master?" she said. "Don't ever call me that!" replied David.
"I love you! I'll never leave you again, I promise!" Jessica saw the tears
streaming down his face, and started to believe him. "But they told me you
wanted me like this, that you were the one who had ordered me trained?" she
said tremulously. "No," replied David, "never, sweetheart, don't you know me
any better than that? It was that bastard Myron Finger, the president of
RIOS. He had to have me sent on this trip just because he wanted you. I
don't think I could have faced him, thank God he wasn't there." Jessica's
eyes suddenly fixed on his. "Oh, David, you're right, he was there! You
couldn't imagine some of the things he made me do..." and, as she started to
cry as well, Jessica related the story of her captivity and torture. When
she was done, David led her upstairs, sat her down on the bed, and made
a telephone call. "Mike? Hey, man, you've got to come over to my place
RIGHT NOW. And bring that toy you brought home from Israel." David opened a
closet and pulled out a nicely oiled Uzi. He started checking it as Jessica
sat on the bed silently. He took off his jacket and shirt, and saw Jessica
crawl to the head of the bed in fear. "No, sweetie! I won't touch you until
I've done something about those assholes. But we don't want them hurting us
anymore." David pulled a bulletproof vest over his head, and put his shirt
back on. Then he slid a holster with a silenced Ruger Mark I in it over his
shoulder and put his jacket back on. When he went to get his Gerber,
Jessica followed him and grabbed hers, then returned to the bed to stare at
the knife silently.
By the time David was finished checking weapons and ammunition, and loading
extra clips for the Uzi, there was a pounding on the door. Mike, his best
friend, was there, scanning the shrubbery like he expected the VC to jump out
at any minute. "Dave, what's the matter? I brought Gus too, he's watching
out... are you in trouble, man? Something happen on your trip?" David calmed
himself. "Smart of you to bring Gus, he likes Jessica as much as we do, and
you can count on him. Come inside, both of you... it's not me, but something
happened to Jessica. When they were all in the living room, David quietly
explained what had happened to his wife. "So, you see, the only way I can
handle those slime-buckets is to make sure noone comes out of that place alive.
I'll understand if you don't want to come with me, it isn't your fight..."
Mike interupted him. "Man, from what you say, they aren't even HUMAN. I am
not gonna let some asshole rape my friends that way!" Gus agreed without
words by pulling out a .45 and slamming back the slide. As they started to
walk out the door, a shouted "WAIT!!!" turned them around. "You are NOT going
there without me! I don't want to lose you again, David, and *I* am the one
who had her HUMANITY violated." Jessica stated firmly. "This isn't macho
bullshit, those... those things deserve to die and I'm the only one that has
the right to do it." David was proud of his wife as she ran down the stairs
with her shotgun over her shoulder, carrying a box of shells.
When they got to the gate, David feigned horniness while the others hid in
the back of the van. As the guard started opening the gate, he died with
a single shot from the silenced .22 between his eyes. The gate continued
opening, and they drove up to the front. Again David walked in nonchalantly,
but when the heavy walked up to him saying "had to come back tonight, huh?
I knew you would." this time David slid the Gerber between his ribs, silencing
his scream with a hand. The others quietly followed him into the hall,
Jessica handed him his Uzi, and led Mike around to the back while David and
Gus approached the moans coming from the main room.
They walked in nonchalantly. The first man to say, "hey, what..." died with
a burst of 9mm slugs in his gut. Then the rest started dying. David took
his Gerber and cut the chief slime-ball's dick off, then shoved it down his
throat and watched him choke to death on it. A creep who was anally raping
a 14 year old girl died as Gus shoved his .45 up his ass and blew his brains
out. The rest of them died in more or less appropriate ways, although David
and Mike's Uzis accounted for most of them, running like the cowardly slime-
balls they were. All the women lived, except for the chief slave, who Jessica
found hiding in the toilet. Jessica blew her brains all over the pretty
marble with her shotgun. It was a good thing Jessica came along, because she
found many of the high slimes cowering in hidden torture rooms. She killed
Myron slowly, using her knife to carve him every place he had ever hit her,
and left him to bleed to death with his guts hanging out.
As they left, Mike recognized a corpse. "Hey, there's the mayor!" he shouted
in surprise. "I knew politicians were all worthless dregs, but this is too
much! I voted for that crud!"
Finally, David and Jessica got home. They talked a long time, but when they
finally got into bed, still shaking from the night's bloody work, and David
took his wife gently into his arms, Jessica clung to him for dear life, and
cried, "Oh, Davey... I don't know if you will ever want me again after all the
horrible dirty things they made me do..." David stopped her, saying "Baby,
don't ever even THINK that! I will love you forever, and I'll never leave you
again, I promise!" He propped himself up in bed. "Nothing you do out of love
for another person is dirty... even the things they did, if it was done
because you loved each other, might be OK... and you are a very loving human
being. I would never blame YOU because you got raped. You're a strong lady,
to come with us the way you did, and I'm very proud of you." David stared
silently at his crying wife for a moment. "I know you may have scars from
this for the rest of your life, but we'll work it out, and I promise I'll
be patient. You remember Fred Marchant, my friend from school? He's a shrink
now, we'll go see him in the morning and start trying to deal with the ways
they hurt you."
Jessica reached up for her husband and pulled him to her, her mouth seeking
his. She kissed him like she was drawing the breath of life from their kiss,
drawing strength from the love they had together. Then she snuggled up to
him and held him close, falling asleep as her tears started to dry.
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