by Lucian Bane
“Sent,” she said, putting the phone back to her ear, her heart hammering between her legs as she waited.
“Fucking Christ,” she heard him say before the phone filled with the sound of being dropped. “You videoed,” he said, lust thick in his voice. “I need to pull off and watch this, hold on. God, I can’t believe you did that.”
“Are you angry?” she wondered, scraping her teeth over her smiling lip.
“Angry that you didn’t do it sooner? Furious.”
She smiled, happy as she finished her yogurt. “I have to go, Mr. Raze, my schedule calls.”
“Don’t you dare hang up yet.”
She swung her legs back and forth on the stool, propping her head on a hand while waiting like a good girl. “Whatever you say, Sir.”
After a minute, he swore, “I’m going to fuck you so hard when I get home for this.”
Her stomach flipped a million times in excitement.
“God, fuck, look at you,” he whispered. “How long is this?” he asked.
She bit her lower lip. “Long enough for me to orgasm?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” His breaths thickened in her ear. “I’m pulling my cock out and stroking it while I watch you finger your fucking pussy. Where are you?”
“In the kitchen,” she whispered, weak kneed while sitting.
“Go to the bedroom and sit in the chair and come with me.”
She practically ran to the room and locked the door even though nobody was there. “I’m in the chair,” she said breathless. “My fingers are on my clit and in my pussy.”
“God, Lizzy,” he croaked, shuddering on the phone.
“Mr. Raze,” she moaned, back. “My pussy is so hot.”
“Yeah? Is it fucking dripping?”
“I’m so wet and my clit is hard.”
He gave a strained groan, his breaths thickening.
“Will you please fuck my ass tonight?” she gasped, knowing how much he liked that.
“Oh my God,” he shuddered, his breaths jerking.
“Are you fucking your hand fast baby?”
“So fucking fast,” he shot out. “I’m going to fuck you so fucking fast.”
She swirled her fingers quickly over her clit. “My legs are wide open, my pussy is tight on my finger,” she said, breathless. “My clit, oh God I need you to bite it again, I want you to bite it so good till I come.”
He gave a harsh grunt and the sound of his orgasm brought hers. “I’m coming Mr. Raze! I’m coming, oh God, yes!”
She let herself go, not holding back. That’s how he liked it, he loved her overcome and undone.
When there was nothing but lusty breaths filling the phone, she smiled. “That was fun,” she purred, giving in to a glorious stretch that sent her sliding out of the chair and onto the floor.
“Tell me,” he whispered, winded.
She smiled at their newest little game. “I’m crazy about you.”
“How crazy?”
She grinned, glad she’d done that homework earlier. Trying to think of new ways she was crazy about him turned into a surprisingly fun exercise. “I’m sooooo crazy about you that…I get full when you eat.”
The sound of his laugh made her chest all warm and bubbly. She realized the more off the charts crazy ideas she gave, the more he loved it.
“Your turn,” she said, loving his as well.
“I’m sooooo fucking crazy about you that… I sign your name instead of mine.”
“Aww, that’s sweet!” she said, melting.
“You’re obviously better at this game than I am,” he decided.
“No, you are.”
“Don’t even.”
“You don’t even,” she said. “Hold on. Hang up, I want to show you something. Unless you’re driving.”
“I’ve arrived at my destination.”
She raised her brows. “Which is where?”
“Not home,” he sighed. “Hanging up.”
She opened the Snap Chat and selected the Alien head then dialed him.
The second he answered, he busted out laughing.
“Hi Mr. Raze. It’s me, Lizzy. I just wanted to tell you how crazy I am about you.” She giggled at his howling laughs. “I’m sooooo crazy about you,” she said. “I want to pull my eyeballs out and put them in your pocket, so I can watch you all day. You’ll need big pockets.”
His laughter was so contagious she joined him, her alien laugh making him howl more.
“Glad you like that Mr. Raze. I’m sure you can’t wait to get this terrifying mouth on your cock.” She did fish lips close to the screen and he strain-yelled for her to stop.
“Fuck…I can’t breathe!” he squealed.
Soon she couldn’t either until they were both reduced to gut cramping howls. God, she had never loved anything more.
****
David opened up Lisa’s name on his phone. He carefully typed out his first premeditated shot in his coming war against her and that good-as-dead sonofabitch. Lizzy lied to me. I fucking hate liars but especially about that. I want to know what really happened and the only person I trust to know that answer is the one who was ruined by her. I want to know about this entrapment. I fear she may have already tried the same thing with me.
He hit send and set his phone between his legs, tapping his finger on his steering wheel as he watched the office. They were both there. No doubt she’d put him up at the small apartment while they plotted and schemed against the wrong person. David ate and breathed and dreamed plots for a fucking living. It was a curse and he was thrilled to use it for something real and practical like burying them so far underground, not even Satan would find them.
His phone buzzed and he picked it up. OMG are you serious? Yes, he’s still here. I’m sure he’d be happy to tell you anything you need to know.
Of course he would.
I can’t believe this happened. I really liked her.
Oh my God, David, I’m sooooo sorry. I had really hoped she was as sweet as she seemed! I can’t believe this happened. That bitch!
He nodded, his rage licking eagerly along his blood as he typed. I should have let you meet her first. You have a way of knowing these things. I was fucking stupid.
He grabbed his water bottle and sucked down the contents, eyeing the ellipses dancing on the screen.
What can I do? When do you want to meet Scott? I’ll make it happen, just let me know. Do you want company?
His lip quirked in disgust as he typed. I can’t be around people right now. Can you bring him over tomorrow night? I need to get all her shit out of here, I can’t look at it.
He opened Lizzy’s box and texted What are you doing, beautiful?
He watched the ellipses followed by her Beautiful? That’s new. Did you want to Snap Chat again?
A chuckle escaped him at the memory of that. As much as I’d love nothing more than to jack off to your gorgeous Alien face, I’m behind the wheel. He hit send and opened up Lisa’s box.
Name the time bubba and we’ll be there. Do you want me to come help you tonight? I can be there in ten minutes.
He hurried and typed. I’m not home at the moment. I might not even go home. I might sleep at the office.
He touched Lizzy’s name and read her message. Suit yourself then. I miss you. <3
His cock and heart both jerked at that. Not as much as I miss you. Don’t wait up for me. I’ll be a little late. Are you packed for tomorrow?
He touched Lisa’s name. The office is taken, I’m sorry! But there’s the couch I’m sure Scott wouldn’t mind sleeping on it.
He rolled his eyes knowing she’d put him on the roof if it meant making a move on him. I might do that. Leave the light on.
That would hold her in place. She’d wait all night for him. Good, he didn’t want her showing up at his house until Lizzy was gone. After that…he’d be ready for both of them.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Forty-eight hours, that was the timeline. David ha
d worked under tighter ones many times. He dropped Lizzy and Auntie at the hotel at 10 AM and he’d pick them up Sunday at 2:00 PM. He’d be done with the Ex by Saturday around two-ish. Would be plenty enough time to secure a contract that ensured his life-long cooperation in whatever David desired. He was still compiling that list, along with his physical retribution.
He headed to his first stop—his old friend Baleedo. Procurer of illegal medial drugs that were perfect for leaving no trace. After that, the hardware store for a couple of tools, then the drug store for some basic chemical ingredients, jewelry shop for the surprise, and finally home to set up the façade pity party for 8:00 pm sharp.
The loose itinerary involved serving drugged drinks, watching them pass out, and tying them up before 10:00 PM. That gave David twelve whole hours to deliver long-term justice. After that, he’d give them another round of sedatives for the road and return them both to the office apartment where they would wake up and find his magnum opus waiting with instructions. Check fucking mate.
By then, Lizzy’s gift should be ready for pick-up and he could focus on the rest of her surprise before leaving to pick them up.
****
Lisa was a fucking heifer dead-weight. He finally got her secured in the dungeon in the “special chair”, then tied her up nice and tight, gag and all. He went back for blockhead next, grabbing him by the feet and dragging him. Nothing had been harder than the pathetic performance David had to endure while convincing him Lizzy was a whore. He had to continuously imagine shoving large objects up his ass to hold himself together. “Whoops,” he muttered, hitting Scott’s head on the dungeon’s door jamb as he went. He pulled him down the two broad steps, his head conking on the cement at each drop. Hauling him to the more versatile table, he hoisted him onto the seat and held him still as he looked around, winded. He needed something to hold him up right.
Reaching behind him, he pulled one of the chains forward and wrapped it a couple times around his neck then stepped away cautiously. At seeing it held him, he proceeded to secure his legs nice and wide, then his arms. He tilted the entire table vertical and opened it so that it formed an X out of his body.
Heading to the table where he hid his stash of items, he got them out and set them on the floor next to the dynamic duo. “Phone, video camera, small tri-pod,” he mumbled, looking around and mentally accounting for everything else.
He set up the tripod first, getting it set up for the show.
He’d grab a shower and a bite, then check on Lizzy. If they weren’t awake by then, he’d help them along.
A five-minute shower later, he picked up his phone, smiling at seeing he had a picture message from Lizzy from two hours earlier. He opened it. A video.
It opened with her face way too close to the camera before she held it an arm’s length before her. “So…I’m in the bathroom at the hotel,” she whispered. “Auntie is in the room.” She proceeded to lower her top and show him her tits, bringing the camera right up to her nipples. “Hi David, we miss you,” she whisper sang, making him smile and groan. She put the camera before her face. “Auntie is having a great time,” she whispered. “So am I,” she added with an exaggerated nod, knowing he especially wanted that. “If you believe that, I have a refrigerator in hell to sell you,” she finished with her mouth right near the camera. God, he loved her antics. No, he loved her.
The video ended with her kissing the camera. He quickly texted her. I want to share one of my secrets with you.
His phone rang and he grinned, answering it. “What!” she whispered. “Hurry, Auntie is showering. What’s the secret?”
He smiled at the child-like burning curiosity in her whisper. “It’s really not that big of a secret.” His smile faded, as his chest suddenly heaved with his confession. “I think I should tell you in person,” he realized.
“Whaaaaat!” she cried. “You wanker.”
He chuckled at that. “I’m sorry, Angel. I didn’t mean it. Seriously. I just…realize I want to see your face when I tell you.”
“Okay,” she cooed. “How are you surviving without me?” she asked, genuinely amazed.
He made his way to his room. “I’m barely hanging on.”
“Aww, me too. But I have Auntie to keep me company.”
“Are you having fun, really?” he wanted to know.
“I really am, thank you. For doing this. We needed it,” she admitted.
“I know you did. And I needed to do this surprise.”
She gave a light squeal of delight. “I can’t wait to find out what it is!”
“Me either. I might be more excited than I’ve been in my entire life.”
She sucked in a breath. “Oh that’s big. That’s really big,” she considered in awe, like she was still trying to guess.
“Hey, I need to get dressed. Just getting out of the shower.”
“David,” she complained sweetly. “Why did you tell me that? I’m going to be so horny now!”
“Go take a bath and take care of that. Think of me while you do. That’s an order.”
She gave a frustrated moan. “Masturbating is like…a sad single drop of water on my body that is being burned alive.”
“Wow, that sounds terribly hot.” David heard a noise. “I’ll call you soon. Or text. Hang up.” The moment she said bye and hung up, he turned his phone off and headed to get dressed.
Time to have a little fun.
****
“Evening Scotty-boy,” David said, pulling the leather gloves tighter as he peered through his happy-time clown mask. "Ready for a whole shit load of retribution?”
He watched his drugged gaze struggled to focus. David tapped the “talkie-talkie” tool on his forehead, making him snap to a hazed attention.
“What…” he mumbled, his oh fuck gradually surfacing in his face.
David nodded in agreement. “It’s not as bad as you’re imagining. It’s actually way, way worse.”
David got busy cutting his clothes off. “I’ll give you a loose outline of how things will go for you and your fuck-friend Miss Lisa. First, you’re going to perform some pretty lewd sexual acts for the camera. Then I’m going to explain what you’ll do when you return to your useless existence. And finally, I will hurt you. I will scar you. You will scream and you will cry, you will wish you were dead,” he lightly informed before tapping the needle-nose pliers to his forehead. “I will mark you here like God marked Cain, and all who see you will know that you’ve truly fucked up, Scotty.
“I don’t…what…” He still looked around, clueless.
“But I’m a happily ever after writer, so don’t freak out, this has a good ending for you. You get to return home and make everything right. You’ll start by taking an ad out in the paper where you’ll confess you and your father’s wicked cover-up that completely ruined innocent people just to save your pathetic selves. You’ll admit that you raped her, and ruined her life, and her mother’s life, and the life of your own flesh and blood, who is dead by the way, thanks to you. Because had you done the right thing, she’d be alive, this I’m certain.”
David stepped away and paced when his need to hurt him became imminent. He’d decided not to put injuries on the outside of his body, but he was seconds from using his needle nose pliers on something anything. He tapped the tool on his leg, considering. If somebody asked, he could say he found him beat up. He, he could cut his eyebrows off do shit that look gang related. There were plenty of those crimes around there.
He went back and stood before him with his arms crossed over his chest while weighing options. Scott helped him decide when he made the mistake of giggling at him.
David stepped forward, grabbed his hair in his hand to hold him still. He thrashed suddenly, erupting in yelling bellows. Pissed, David slammed his fist into his face five quick times before grabbing his hair again. “That’s better,” he said in winded excitement as he slid the pliers along either side of his nose, squeezed hard then yanked counter clock-wise.
> Now that was a scream. Fuck yeah. And David really fucking needed to hear it since there was no turning off his mind to the shit this fuck did to Lizzy and her daughter.
“As I was saying,” David said above his wails. “You’ll fucking pay. You’ll pay money and a lot of it. You have a….massive debt to her and all of society, Scotty,” David said, pacing before him while eyeing the bloody face as he ticked items off his gloved fingers with the pliers. “There’s back rent you owe for the home you should’ve provided. The wages her mother won’t make because she’s dead. Lizzy’s wages she should’ve made but couldn’t, because you broke her heart and fucked her mind up. And you’ll pay for the therapy she had to have, clothes they would’ve worn, food they would’ve eaten, fun they should’ve had.” He paused, glaring at him while shaking his head. “Eeeeeverything Scotty. All the costs of doing the right thing. You’ll pay that with interest. A whole fucking lot of it. From the moment of your daughter’s conception, to her one hundred and twentieth birthday that she will not see, thanks to you. And Lizzy, well,” he nodded with a winded laugh. “She’ll use that money however she fucking wants, right? She’s earned that, right?”
He nodded a lot and the sound of his selfish, pathetic whimpers ignited David’s rage.
He turned at hearing Lisa’s moans. “Well, hello, sis,” he muttered. “Glad you’re finally awake for the fun. Sorry about that headache you no doubt have, but I know how thick-headed you are and needed to be sure you were down for the count.”
He got busy cutting her clothes off next, intentionally leaving her bra on just so he could deny her what she forever wanted him to see. He moved her chair over to lover-boy, positioning it right in front. Getting the cock gear, he caged up his balls and inserted the cum-stopper then stood back, eyeing his work. “Scotty, you look pretty effing bad-ass in that gear, I have to say. Lisa here is going to play the cock-sucker in our porn show and you’ll play the cock-suckee.” He cut the ties on her wrist next. “We need to think of titles while we’re at it. Maybe as we go. I’ll let my actors help figure it out.”
“You’re out of your fucking mind if you think I’m sucking his cock,” Lisa bit, glaring up at him.
