Simone Part 32, 33 & 34 – (warning: From love to Brutality)

Either way, from this day on I would fuck, ass-fuck, throat-fuck and abuse Petra whenever I wanted. I started to sing.

Simone Part 32 – Three Little Birds

The song ‘Three Little Birds’ stuck in my head the entire way home. I do not tend to drive cars much these days, and after I had walked for about fifteen minutes from the office, I arrived at the tube station from where I took the next tube home. From there it was only a five-minute walk to get back to Simone and Lena’s apartment building. I hummed and sang the song the entire way and noticed other passengers staring and grinning at me. I did not give a fuck. I now had three little birds that belonged to me. Three little fuck-birds who would do whatever I told them to do. To me and to each other, and I very much looked forward to introducing Petra and her skilled tongue to my other two sweet fuck-toys.

“Baby don’t worry, about a thing, ‘cause every little thing’s gonna be alright.”

“Hi!” Simone grinned up at me as I walked into the lounge where she curled up on the couch reading a book. She immediately placed the book onto the table next to the couch and still smiling slipped her bare legs off the sofa. “You were gone a long time, master. Is everything okay? How did it go?” She asked.

Her long brown legs were beautiful and her feet were bare. I loved her slender and pretty feet. I loved her long brown legs. I loved her. She was wearing a pair of light blue chequered cotton boxer shorts and a baggy black and grey sweatshirt. It was obviously very old and bore the single word ‘Columbia’ on the front. Both the shorts and the sweatshirt were clearly menswear, and I naturally wondered which of her previous lovers had left them here. Perhaps I should have been jealous, perhaps I should have slapped her for not waiting for me naked; make her throw the garments into the trash. The truth was, however, that she looked stunning and my heart flooded just seeing her. She had tied her hair into a bun on the top of her head. I jet-black mound of shiny perfection.

“Let your hair down.” I whispered and walked over to where she was sitting as she released the tight mound on the top of her head. A wave of black fell across her shoulders and back, and with a slight comb with her fingers, she shook her head until her raven hair lay where she wanted it. Where she thought it would please me the most. I lay my right hand to her left check, enjoying the softness of her perfect skin as I smiled into her face.

“I have some good news.” I said. “Where is Lena?” As I spoke, I noticed a small cut-crystal glass, a tumbler, on the table beside the couch. “Whiskey?” I asked, and she nodded.

“Yes, master.” She smiled up at me, offering me both her hands palms down. “Would you like one?” Her long slender fingers, ringless and brown like the rest of her body. I took only her right hand in my left hand as I reached down to take the whiskey glass in my right.

“Yes, in a minute.” I said and drained Simone’s glass, the burning goodness glowing in my belly as I put the empty glass back onto the table. Straightening up, I now also took Simone’s left hand in my right hand. I smiled down at her, simply holding both her hands in mine and letting the warmth of life and the fresh whiskey in my gut flow over me.

“Stand up.” I said, and Simone got to her feet as I steadied her. The old sweater fell over her crotch to her thighs as I looked down, still holding her hands, and the warmth once again swept from my belly to my chest, to my heart. I raised my chin to look into her dark endless eyes. She smiled nervously. She did not know me like this.

“I love you.” I finally said. “I love you over everything! I love Lena and I love another woman who I want you both to meet.” I whispered observing the confusion on her face but at the same time, a tiny blush to her cheeks. The whiskey perhaps? Perhaps not!

“But above all, I love you Simone.” I added and leaned forward to kiss her passionately on the mouth. Her lips parted to accept my tongue and I let her hands fall so I could wrap my arms around her slender frame. My left hand pushed between her shoulder blades and my right slid down over her perfect back, following her spine to finally rest on her left buttock. I pulled her hips into me and felt my now hardening cock touch her pubic area. She noticed it too and immediately slipped her right hand between our bodies in order to rub my throbbing shaft. We continued to kiss, and suddenly I tasted salt in that wet, warm kiss. She was crying.

“Hey.” I whispered pulling my face away. “No reason to cry.” I whispered and rubbed at the tears on her cheeks with both my thumbs. She continued to rub at my crotch, but now reached to it with her left hand, too. I once again leaned forward, but instead of kissing her lips, I kissed her forehead and then her left and then right cheek, tasting the salty tears and sending a tiny tremor through her slender body. She was unzipping my trousers, and I leaned slightly back as she sank to her knees before me.

“I love you too, master.” She whispered then fell silent as I felt her warm mouth engulf my now fully erect penis. I placed my hands on her head, my fingers feeling the silky perfection of her raven hair. It was still slightly damp and I realised she must have showered.

“I should shower.” I said. “There is the taste and smell of another woman on me.” I whispered. She slipped me from her mouth for a moment.

“Yes, master, I know. I can taste and smell her on you.” She whispered. “Is this the woman you want us to meet?” She asked without a slightest accusatory or jealous tone to her voice. “She tastes good. I look forward to meeting her.” She simply stated and pushed my swollen cock back into her mouth.

“You will.” I whispered closing my eyes. “You will. Very soon.” I added.

As Simone used her perfect mouth on my now fuller hardened cock, she undid my waist button and pulled my trousers over my thighs. Only now I realised I had not put my underpants back on with Petra, only my trousers. I chuckled as my trousers fell to my ankles and wondered if Petra would think to dispose of my discarded underwear. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my trousers as Simone helped me free myself of the troublesome garments.

I did not actually need to come. I would have happily spent a bit more time recovering. It had been less than an hour since I had splattered my last load of spunk into Petra’s mouth and throat, and my balls actually hurt a little. However, Simone has one of the most expert mouths I have ever experienced and her tongue, lips and soft warm mouth were doing their work perfectly whilst her long slender fingers teased my balls and shaft. She was also enjoying it, and I could not bring myself to reject her attentions.

“That’s it sweet suck-bitch.” I whispered, softening my usual harsh words with ‘sweet’ as it seemed more appropriate after I had just confessed to my fuck-toy that I loved her.

“Suck my fucking cock, Simone. Drink my fucking load.” I added and increased the pressure to the back of her head a little. However, this was not a face fucking. I let her do all the work and go at her own pace. This was a blowjob. A loving, caring blowjob given to me by a beautiful woman on her knees before me with only one thought in her head: To please the man she had come to know and accept as her master, her punisher and still her lover. It was then that I knew Simone loved me as much as I did her. She had given herself to me completely, and I had taken her completely.

“Alexa.” I said. “Play Annie Lennox, Medusa.”

“Okay!” A familiar voice stated from the small black globe on the shelf. “Annie Lennox, Medusa on Amazon Prime Music.” The tones of “No more I love You’s” filled the room, and again, I closed my eyes as a tear slipped from my right eye and rolled down my cheek. Simone was easing my glans gently into her throat as she cupped my balls in her hand.

“Yes!” I whispered, and felt Simone swallow as if she were eating. The head of my throbbing member entered her throat and her hand left my balls as they flopped onto her chin. I was completely in her neck. She held me there, knowing how much I love the sensation of my pulsating cock being squeezed by a contracting throat.

“Oh my fucking, God.” I growled. “My suck-whore has learned how to please her master well.” I added, and then was surprised to feel another pair of soft hands touch my buttocks. Lena had arrived. Good, I thought, as the tip of Lena’s soft tongue slipped into my anus, I could tell them both about Petra together, and Annie Lennox sang to us.

“Hey, Simone, we need to do something about our master’s music choices, right?” Lena laughed to Simone. Slipping her tongue out of my ass to give her cheeky comment, and I actually laughed.

“Eat my shithole, fuck-whore.” I laughed, and reached round with my right hand to push her face back into my butt. “Or would you like me to use my belt on your ass?” I added.

“No, master.” She whispered before pushing her tongue back into my back passage. I felt her fingers start to play with my balls. Simone let me plop out of her throat, and after grabbing a few gulps of air, started licking around my glans like a lolly. This would not take much longer. The pleasure went on for several minutes and I remained quiet, simply enjoying the two mouths and tongues, and the soft fingers, all eager to please me. However, finally I decided it was time to speak.

“Ok.” I started. “I need both of you to keep doing what you are doing, but I need you to listen to what I have to say.” I said in a serious voice, and as Annie Lennox started to explain that “I Can’t get Next to You.” I told the two girls about Petra, about how I had blackmailed and raped her. I explained that I would be at home much more from now on and I told them that they would be meeting Petra soon. I kept it short, without going into detail, but explaining Petra’s situation. Explaining our new financial situation.

“What about her husband?” Simone enquired, slipping me from her moth. “Are we meant to be part of that, too, master?” She asked, and I could not tell if it was worry, or interest that drove the question. She returned my cock to her mouth.

“I have no intention of sharing you girls with anyone who has a cock.” I stated simply with a small laugh. “Especially not with some beta who cannot even please his own wife.” The last part was perhaps cruel, but I meant it.

“Thank you, master.” Lena whispered from between my ass-cheeks, and I knew she meant it, too. I was the only man who had ever fucked her, and I knew she wanted to keep it that way. I would keep it that way, at least for as long as I could.

There was not much for Simone to swallow. My balls were spent, yet as I felt that familiar tingle at the base of my spine I used my hands to encourage her, slipping her head on and off my swollen cock, and she sensed I was about to come. Lena, still holding my balls, sensed it, too, and licked and flicked her tongue frantically at my butthole.

I came, my seed spurting into Simone’s eager mouth, and she obediently swallowed every drop that I could squeeze across her soft warm tongue. There would be none left for Lena.

“Ok.” I finally said. “Thank you girls. Thank you for being good fuck-toys, but now I need to piss and I want you both to take care of it this time.” I stated and Lena slipped round from behind to kneel beside Simone without needing to be told to do so.

“Good girl.” I smiled down at her. She to Simone’s right side, so to my left, both girls sitting on their haunches looking up to me. I saw Lena was still dressed in a red shirt/blouse and a pair of faded denim jeans. I started with her pretty, open mouth, holding the tip of my cock to her lips and splashing a short burst of urine into the back of her throat, she immediately swallowed the lot as I squeezed my shaft to stem the flow and switch to Simone.

“Open wide.” I ordered Simone and she immediately complied, opening her mouth as wide as she could. I noticed a tiny drop of sperm still sticking to her lower lip, and rubbed it onto the tip of my cock. I released the grip stemming the flow of piss, and sent another golden jet into Simone’s waiting-mouth. “Drink.” I commanded, and she did, as I once again returned to Lena.

“Take me into your mouth and close your lips around my cock.” I demanded. “I want to piss into your throat, piss-whore.” I added, and pushed my cock deep into her waiting mouth. I waited for her to clamp her lips tight around my soft penis and then let the piss flow again, sending the next jet over her tongue directly into her throat. I held back a little, making certain she could drink the full volume without spilling any as she gulped down the flowing liquid. “Good girl.” I whispered. “Drink your master’s piss.” I encouraged, but made sure not to spend the lot. I stemmed the flow with enough left in my bladder to repeat the process with Simone.

“Ok fuck-toy number one.” I said as I pointed my cock at Simone’s waiting-face. Open up because I need to empty the last of my bladder into your face. She obeyed, and again I gave the order to close her mouth as I started to send a stream of warm, stinky piss into my favourite slave’s mouth and throat. She did not spill a drop. She swallowed and gulped aver drop into her belly and finally my bladder was empty. I slipped my cock from her sucking, gulping mouth.

“So, I need to dome serious work now girls.” I stated, and stared down at my two toys, smiling as I spoke. Both were wiping the remains of piss and come from their lips and smiling back up at me.

“Yes, sir.” Simone answered. “Is there anything else we can do for you, master?”

“Yes.” I said. “I would like that whiskey now, and bring me a cold beer, too. I will be at your desk with my notebook.” I added.

“Oh yes, master. I’ll get the beer.” Lena yelped with sweet little girl excitement as she skipped off to the kitchen to get me a beer. Simone looked at me with almost a motherly look on her face and then laughed.

“She loves you, too.” She said.

“I know.” I replied.

“I’ll get you that whisky.” She whispered. “Should I bring the bottle?”

“Yes.” I replied. “Bring the bottle.”

“Yes, master.” Simone replied and left the room. I guess the whisky was also in the kitchen. I went through Simon’s bedroom, which was the shortest way to the secondary bedroom, where she had her fitness room and a small desk where I could work on my notebook. There was also a connecting door from this room to the kitchen, and as I sat down at the desk, the two girls entered the room Lena with a bottle of beer, and Simone with a bottle of whisky and a fresh whiskey tumbler. I noticed the whiskey brand, which I thought had tasted familiar earlier. Glenmorangie twelve-year old Scotch, my favourite.

“You have good taste.” I smiled at Simone as she placed the tumbler on the desk in front of me, and pulled the cork form the bottle.

“So do you, master.” She said quietly, a little blush coming to her cheeks as she started to pour a couple of fingers into the crystal glass. “So do you.” Yet as she spoke, she glanced at Lena standing on the other side of me with the cold beer bottle. I wondered if she were referring to the whiskey, to herself to Lena or all three. I smiled at Lena and took the beer bottle from her hand. She smiled nervously back at me, clearly looking for approval.

Thank you, Lena.” I said in a kind voice. “I will want more beer later.”

“Yes, yes, master.” She flustered. “Just shout. Or do you want me to stay here with you? I’ll just sit in the corner and not say a word till you want your next beer. There is plenty in the fridge. I filled it up for you. It’s all ice cold, just how you like it.”

“I know it is, Lena.” I smiled back at her. “It always is, sweetheart. You are a good girl, mostly. A good cock-sucker and perfect fuck-toy.” I said, taking her right hand in my left. “And you always take good care of me. I love you.” Tears welled in her eyes. “I love you both, and Simone loves you, too.”

“And I love you, and I love Simone.” She stuttered, and Simone interrupted her.

“We know you do, Lena.” Simone said taking Lena’s hand from mine. “I know you do; we know you do, sweetheart. Now our master has work to do and we have serviced his needs for now. He will tell us if he needs anything else later, so we can leave him in peace now. Is that correct, master?” She quickly added to make sure she was doing the right thing.

“Yes, Simone.” I said. “Take Lena into the lounge or bedroom and have some fun together. Drink some beer, lick pussy and eat ass.” I smiled. “Finger your cunts and make each other come. There are dildos in the bedside table, too. I don’t think I will be needing or able to use your holes any more today.” I stated, lifting the whiskey tumbler with my right hand, taking a large gulp. As I spoke, I flipped open my notebook with my left hand and turned my attention to the screen. Both girls knew I was dismissing them.

“Come on, Lena.” Simone said softly. “I actually do want you to eat my pussy. I want to teach you what a Red Eagle is, or some call it a Blood Eagle, but that is wrong. Let me show you.” As she spoke, she tugged Lena out of the room so I could get on with the task-at-hand. At the same time, Simone had let me know that she had her time of the month. She was bleeding, and Lena was going to eat it. The term Red Eagle refers to the smears of blood across both cheeks that resemble eagle wings when you lick a pussy during menstruation. I was tempted to follow and join in, and my soft cock twitched in my trousers; but Tom was waiting, though he did not know it.

It was time to get down to raping Tom’s wife and fucking up Tom’s life. If only I had known how much I was going to do the latter.

Simone Part 33 – Getting to know Tom

I had expected getting into Tom’s life, into his notebook to be much harder than it was. The stupid cunt was some kind of tech-wiz, working on banking software or some similar shit. If anyone should know better, he should. However, he did not know better. He was one of those stupid bastards whose hormones and genitals disengages their brains. It was one of the quickest and easiest hacks of my life. Within twenty minutes, I was on his private notebook with full root access. I had discovered his NAS, his network printer, his cameras and every fucking piece of Smart-Home junk he was using. All his crap in a single network. Fuck, I even had control of his doorbell and his baby alarm. All of it in a single network, all running through a cheap unmanaged switch and a crappy retail router. However, he had a good internet speed, so that was to my advantage.

“You stupid fucking retard.” I whispered as my logger confirmed access to his system.

I had used one of the easiest tricks in the book. I simply sent him an E-Mail with an infected attachment. A simple PDF-File. All he had to do was open that file and I was in. Of course, if he was running top-notch protection, my attempt might be blocked, but as I entered his network, it became clear he was using the inbuilt Windows Defender. There was no way Windows Defender would detect my code.

“Oh, Tom. You naughty, dirty boy.” I laughed. I had sent him an E-Mail with the subject “Mommy misses her little boy.” I spoofed the address so it looked like it was from Ursula’s private E-Mail, and it had worked, the stupid fucker had opened the PDF-File just seconds after reading the E-Mail, which read: “Here’s a nice present for my poor little boy. Love U.” The U was for you or Ursula. I deliberately left it open to interpretation. The PDF was taken from Ursula’s security video, a still image showing her naked on her back on the sofa, playing with her own pussy. It was a gamble that Tom would accept this as believable, but it worked and I was in. He was already fucked; he just did not know it yet. Time for my next beer; that is how quickly I hacked the motherfucker.

Motherfucker! A word literally perfectly suited to Tom. I found the E-Mails from Ursula. Jesus, the image I had sent was soft porn compared to the shit his mother sent him on a regular basis. There was even one of her sucking Marlow, the dog. I laughed at the date stamp on the picture. It was after I had introduced her to my more brutal side and to her own dog in a way she had not experienced before. So dirty fucking slut Ursula was now happy to use the dog for her own pleasure. I wondered if she secretly thanked me for that. For Marlow and for the pool boy. I decided to check her security camera and recordings again, once I was finished with Tom.

“Lena.” I called. “Time for another beer, sweetheart.” I heard a thud as Lena’s small delicate feet hit the floor. I could hear her running from Simone’s bedroom, through the lounge along the hall and into the kitchen. She would have been quicker if she had taken the shortcut through the room where I was sitting, but I guess she did not want to appear without a cold beer in her hand. I laughed at her devotion, and then she came into the room, naked and a fresh dripping cold bottle in her right hand.

“I went as fast as I could, master.” She smiled as she placed the cold beer onto the desk and grabbed the empty bottle. She also noticed that my whisky glass was empty. “Shall I pour you a fresh whiskey, too, master” She asked and reached for the bottle.

“No!” I sad, and stopped her hand with mine. Just the beer for now, Lena.” I added and smiled up at her, noticing the red smears across both cheeks. Her first Red Eagle. “And, how do you like eating Simone’s bleeding pussy?” I enquired, and she smiled.

“It was kind of gross at first.” She giggled. “But once I got used to it, it’s actually kind of fun.”

“Kiss me.” I commanded, and she did. I held the back of her head in my right hand and gave her a deep and slow kiss, my tongue slipping between her lips and lapping at the iron-tasting substance inside her mouth, Simone’s blood. After a few seconds, I released her head and pulled away. “I’ll call when I need a new beer.” I added, and turned back to my screen. Back to Tom. Lena knew she was being dismissed again. She slipped from the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

“Yes, master.” She said.

I got back down to sifting through Tom’s files. So far, not one folder or file was encrypted or had a password. The NASS had several accounts, one clearly private to Tom and protected with a password. Others were boring and the Plex server was full of crappy films and series. I moved on. Sure, I could have tried to brute-force Tom’s password on the NAS, but something told me I would not need to, and I was right. After a few moments of sifting through his personal files, finding nothing too interesting, I finally looked at his personal Desktop and started to laugh as I noticed the text file TOMKW.txt. KW is German and is basically the same as PW, so this file was effectively called TOM PASSWORDS, I opened it.

“Oh my fucking God.” I exclaimed. “You absolute turd. You stupid piece of fucking shit.” I laughed, and simply used Ctrl+a to mark the whole text in the file, then moving to a text file on my own system, I used Ctrl+v to paste a long list of passwords, Credit Card numbers and pins, Bank details. Cash Cards, Online Accounts, even fucking Netflix and Amazon. What a fucking idiot. The First entry in the file was “WIN10TOM:” And guess what the password was? “WiN1Ot0m!” – So upper, lower and the zero and O swapped. Of course, the special character was an exclamation mark. It always is on German systems because it is on the fucking number one key. So Shift plus 1 gets you ! so every fucking German under the sun uses this as part of their password. Sad.

“Thanks for the easy work, dude.” I whispered, and once again accessed the drive on his notebook system, entering the password from Tom’s text file to get into one of his private folders. The only folder with a password. There must be a reason why this single folder was password protected, I thought; and there was a reason. The folder was full with more folders. Some of the folders were named strangely, but others were as clear as day. ‘Mama’, ‘Papa’, ‘Theresa’, ‘Yvonne’ and one that made my heart leap ‘Lena’, which was the first one I opened. I was actually relieved to find nothing other than a text file containing Lena’s mobile and an address. I noticed the date on the file was a few years old. I wondered what he was planning back then. The address was not her current address, either.

“Ok, Tommy-boy! Let’s see what we have got here.” I whispered and started clicking through the folders that made sense. I would like to say that what I found shocked or surprised me, but it did not. At least not at first. It was about what I was expecting, a mass of pornographic pictures and videos. Some high quality, some clearly taken with mobile phones and security cameras. In addition, there were few pure audio files. These were clearly recordings of conversation, mostly via phone, that Tom had had with his father, Ursula and Theresa. Most of the videos were consensual between the people in them. Tom’s father fucking Ursula, Ursula and the pool boy, Ursula and Tom, Ursula and Marlow the dog. However, I wondered how Tom had gotten some of them. I was sure that was not all consensual. Had he too hacked into people’s security cameras? I continued to go through the folders.

I now got my first glimpse of Theresa, Tom’s sister. A short somewhat tubby woman with a hint of the red hair that Ursula and Lena boasted, but not even a shadow of their beauty. There was only a single video in her folder. In the video she was clearly in a hotel room with a much younger man, and the video evolved from them entering the room to them kissing, undressing, sucking and licking each other’s genitals and finally fucking on the bed. Interesting was that it was only a week old. There was a text file with a similar name, and reading this it appeared Tom had managed to bribe Theresa’s young lover into secretly recording the two of them together. I checked Toms E-Mails for sent items around and after the same date and immediately found a rather dark mail to his sister explaining how he would be sending the attached video to her husband. He was demanding an afternoon with his niece, Sally; I guessed Theresa’s daughter. He did not state what he wanted to do with his niece only that he wanted to spend some quality time with her. However, knowing what Lena had told me I had a good idea. I wondered how old Sally was. I would ask Lena when she brought me my next beer.

“That’s some strange shit!” I whispered to myself, and moved onto the next folder. This E-Mail and video were a perfect demonstration of how dark my discovery of Tom was about to become. For now I moved onto the folder named after his wife, Yvonne.

The folder had just a handful of videos in it, perhaps ten or so. What was strange about these videos was the fact that in most of them Yvonne was unconscious. Some of them showed Tom viciously fucking her mouth, cunt and ass and slapping her around, but some of them simply showed her asleep and Tom slipping from the room strangely giving the camera thumbs up. I would find out later just how sinister this happy gesture was. So it seemed Tom liked his wife either drugged or drunken when he fucked her. That is not something I actually like. I like my fuck-toys to know and feel exactly what I am doing to them. I like them to have some fight in them that I can then break. I wondered if Yvonne knew what her husband was doing to her. I would find out soon that she did not. For now, I moved onto the next folder: YATU10NC.

My stomach actually churned at the very first video, melisa.mov. This and the other files in the folder were possibly downloaded or copied from a drive. The people in them were strangers, not Tom’s family. They were, however, all of children. Girls. Very young girls and much older men. Looking at the poor children, I guessed the U10 in the folder name meant under ten. The NC presumably none consensual, as the videos were very much rape videos. I could only hazard a guess at what YAT meant. I will not go into any details of what I saw in some of the videos. I most certainly did not watch them all and I watched none of them to the end, though I did forward a few right to the end to assure myself they were not snuff: I found none thankfully. I flicked through a few more in the next folder, CABU16GR. More of the same or similar, only these poor girls though a little older were being forced by multiple men at the same time, GR was clear in meaning.

Tom was into some very, very dark shit. Do not get me wrong. It was not the rape, slapping, spitting or the whippings, or the double penetrations that I found dark. It was the age. U16 was the largest number on any of the folders, and some had numbers that made me not even look inside them.

“You, my friend, are one fucking fucked-up bastard.” I whispered and poured more whiskey into my glass.

I stopped opening folders; I did not want to see any more of this shit. I simply scrolled through the long list of them on the drive. Then my heart stopped. The very last folder started with a Zz so to make it the last folder in the list. The rest of the folder name was a girl’s name. A little girl I presumed whom Tom knew and who was just four years old. Sadly, I was right. Tom was also in these videos, abusing I presumed his own daughter and as my stomach churned and tears welled in my eyes, I watched just enough to confirm my darkest fears, also noting that some of the videos coincided with his sickening thumbs up on the other videos.

“Oh Tom.” I whispered. “I am going to hurt you very, very much you motherfucking son of a bitch. And then I am going to destroy your life.” I did not know just how right I was. I closed the folder and started to hack into the surveillance system. As Tom had kindly provided me with the passwords needed, it was not even really hacking. Soon I had every room in Tom’s house on screen, flicking from room to room. I already had a plan. I logged into his alarm, and started checking it for weaknesses and settings. I was going to pay Tom a visit.

Closing my notebook, I grabbed my half-empty beer and the whiskey tumbler and went into the neighbouring room to join my two sex-toys who were busy eating each other out in a 69 position, Lena on top and Simone on her back. As Lena glanced up at me and smiled, I noted that she had even more blood spread over her face now.

“Make room for me girls.” I whispered as I walked over to the bed. “But all I want to do is sleep now.” I added, and Lena’s face said a thousand words.

“What’s wrong, master.” She asked, and I decided to tell her what I had just witnessed on Tom’s notebook. Both girls sat staring at me in disbelief as I described some of the videos, explained how Tom was drugging his wife and child and abusing them. I also told them what I was going to do.

We slept, though I was restless and finally went onto the sofa in the lounge so I did not disturb the two girls. Next day I got to work.

I spent days watching, monitoring and learning all I could about Tom, Yvonne and their daughter, whose name I had learned from the folder was Lilly. Lilly was a pretty, happy-go-lucky girl with a darkened and tainted soul. She just did not know it. Neither did her mother, who was also a victim of her husband’s perversion. Tom was clever enough to drug Lilly just as he was drugging her mother. Neither Yvonne nor Lilly could imagine the evil of the man they called husband and daddy. I had seen it, watched some of it on Tom’s sick video collection. It was time to get rough on this sick bastard, and I developed a plan.

Tom and Yvonne had a routine. They got home weekdays at around the same time, 5.30 p.m. Yvonne was clearly picking Lilly up from nursery or day-care on her way home from work and Tom would pick up groceries or fast food for them to eat. Food was always at around 6.30 p.m. and Lilly was bathed and in bed by around 7.30 to 8.00 p.m. Then Tom would pour two glasses of wine from an open bottle on the kitchen counter. This was where he would slip the drops into Yvonne’s glass on the nights he was going to abuse her, their child or both. I had watched him do it on the security camera in the kitchen, and I had filmed it, recording the files to a hidden folder on the motherfucker’s own NAS. I also saw how he slipped a small amount of the KO-drops into Lilly’s drinking beaker and fed it to her as she slept. The poor child willingly sipped the poisoned liquid whilst still asleep.

This routine was in fact the tricky part of my plan because I was going to KO-drop both of them, but if I drugged the bottle and Tom added to Yvonne’s glass, she might overdose and even die. So I had to observe Tom for a while, see his routines. See if there was perhaps a night of the week or a night in the month where he never drugged his wife, and there was. Fridays. It seemed Tom preferred to spend Fridays watching his filthy collection and playing around online rather than making new content or spending real time with his wife or child. I checked his video collection on Yvonne and Lilly to confirm this and sure enough, none of the videos was shot on a Friday. Perfect. I set a date and got everything ready for my very personal visit.

Simone Part 34 – Meeting Tom

The day finally arrived and as I slung my sports bag over my shoulder Simone offered to come with me whilst Lena firmly begged me to take her with me. I refused both and made my way out of the door. Lena begged me to film what I did to Tom at least, and though I knew she would want to see him suffer, I had to work differently this time. I could not allow the security cameras to record me in that house as I had done with Ursula, Tom’s mother. Ursula was different. As I had raped and sodomised her, whipped her, face-fucked her and even let the family dog fuck her I had known she would not go to the police. Ursula knew that bringing the police in would ruin her life. With Tom, it was different, and even if he did not bring in the police, I felt sure Yvonne would. However, it did not matter you see, because I had already decided to bring the police into Tom’s life myself. Therefore, I could not afford to leave any evidence that might lead back to me. My plan was daring and risky, but without evidence, I should be ok.

I had taken Simone’s car for the trip, and I reached Tom and Yvonne’s house by late afternoon, parking a good distance away so the car would not be linked to what I was going to do. Knowing they were both out of the house, I walked the five minutes needed to reach their door. I had watched them leave on the security cameras, which I then turned off before deactivating the alarm. The house was unprotected, and using the six-digit pin on the keypad at the front door, I quickly let myself in, closing the door behind me.

I did not mess around. I got straight to work setting everything up just as I had planned. My first target was Tom’s notebook, which was on the table in his study. Flipping it open, I entered his password and opened the protected folder using his password. What a fucking stupid cunt; password protecting a folder on a PC with a file on the desktop containing the fucking password. Dipshit!

I deleted all the folders and files Tom had on Ursula, Lena and Theresa. I had only left the folders containing files on his wife, daughter and the scores of poor abused children not related to him. I knew that once the police got involved, they could easily retrieve the folders and files that I had deleted, so I was switching out the drive. I might retrieve whatever else the sick bastard had deleted over the years myself later, but I did not want the police following leads back to anyone else. Of course, I had already made copies at home just in case I could not retrieve the deleted data.

I had brought a small USB docking station and a 500GB internal SSD with me. Tom was about to get a free upgrade on his notebook, but a massive fucking downgrade on his life. Connecting the drive to the docking station, I connected this to his Notebook and the familiar sound of Windows recognizing the new device came from the machine. Going online, I downloaded the SSD manufacturer’s own clone utility and installed it so I could clone Tom’s entire drive to the new one, which I now started to do.

Cloning the drive would take some time, so I slid open the top draw where I knew Tom hid his KO-drops. I took the unlabelled bottle and went into the kitchen to get on with the next step of my plan.

The bottle of red was still standing on the kitchen counter next to the sink. There was a little more than two glasses of wine still in the bottle, so I risked tipping a little into the sink. I wanted Tom and Yvonne to drink exactly one glass each. By leaving only the right amount to fill two glasses, I could administer the correct amount of drops, which I now did. I did not want to knock the two of them out for the night, not even for an hour. I needed them awake for what I was going to do, so I dropped just four drops into the wine and swilled it around to dilute the substance completely. I rinsed out the sink and checked I had left no other give-away signs. I had not.

Going back into Tom’s study, I waited patiently for the clone software to finish then turned off the notebook. I had the tools needed with me and quickly swapped out the hard drive. Tom’s SSD was only 250GB, and once I had removed it, I dropped it into my bag before replacing it with the new 500GB drive. Once booted into Windows I was happy to find everything in good working order. I quickly resized the new partition on the drive to use the full space and closed the lid on Tom’s notebook. I was finished for the time being. All I had to do now was wait, and I knew where.

I had chosen the attic as the ideal waiting place. There was no camera or alarm up there and my phone had a good signal, which allowed me to now fire up my own Notebook and go online over a personal hotspot on my phone. I logged into Tom’s system over a VPN and reactivated the alarm. I also reactivated the cameras, as I would then be able to watch Tom and Yvonne once they were home. My plan was working so far; I only hoped they would not have some reason to come into the attic before they drank the wine, but why should they? I simply needed to be quiet. I armed a small warning on my notebook that would pop up on my screen the second the alarm turned off again then settled down for the wait.

The silent warning worked like a charm about two hours later, and I quickly pulled up the hallway camera to see Yvonne and Lilly kicking off shoes and hanging up coats before going into the lounge. Tom would be home soon if things went as they usually did, but I still had a long wait until Lilly was in bed and Tom and Yvonne got round to their ritual of drinking a glass of wine together. I waited, but left the camera in the lounge up on my screen, not to watch Yvonne and Lilly so much, but in order to see when Tom got home, which happed about twenty minutes later.

Patience is a virtue, of which I have masses. I am a hunter, a hawk. Catching prey is a drawn-out business at times and not for those who are impatient. Impatience gets you caught. You make mistakes and do not think things through. I had lots of practice being still, being quiet and not making mistakes and this night proved to be no exception. The family remained unaware of my presence as they ate, bathed and showered, and Lilly was in bed by 7.30 p.m. At exactly 7.50 p.m. I watched Tom pour the remains of the red wine into two glasses and hand one to his wife. Both took a deep swig of the liquid and walked into the lounge. I switched cameras and watched them settle down on the couch as Tom flicked on the TV. “Soon.” I whispered under my breath. “Very, very soon.”

Strangely, Tom went out first, slipping deeper into the couch and closing his eyes. By the time I could see his chest rising and falling in the rhythms of deep sleep, Yvonne followed, putting down her almost empty glass and laying her head onto the arm of the couch. Nonetheless, I waited another five minutes before deactivating all the cameras. I then packed my things back into my bag, slipped on a ski mask and descended from the attic onto the top floor of the house. It was almost completely dark, with just a crack of light slipping from Lilly’s slightly open door. I held my breath and listened. The house was silent.

I put my bag onto the soft carpet on the landing and removed a small children’s beaker from within. My heart was pounding as I slipped into Lilly’s room, where a small night light allowed me to observe the sleeping child. There would be no abuse this night or any other night again if my plan worked, I thought, as I stood over her sleeping body. I stooped and placed the beaker to her lips; she mumbled something and then immediately started to suckle on the familiar spout. I slipped out of her room, closing the door however. She should sleep until morning with the mixture I had just given her, but I did not want any noise from downstairs disturbing her. It is always better to be sure.

Lilly had been the biggest risk to the whole plan. If she had awoken to a stranger in her room fuck knows what would have happened. As I now stood outside her closed door knowing the drops would already be working, the thumping in my heart slowed and I was once again calm. I picked up my bag, and went down stairs, where I glided into the lounge to start my work. Two slumped and sleeping bodies lay on the couch, and I started with Tom.

I had to be quick. I had dosed the wine in order to give me between thirty and forty minutes, maybe an hour tops. In addition, neither Tom nor Yvonne had drained their glass, so perhaps I had even less time. Tom was not a big man, for which I was grateful as I shouldered him and carried him into the dining room. It had to be the dining room. It had to be the dining room table. The symbolism was essential. He would get it, he would remember bending poor Lena over a similar table and beating and assaulting her poor ass. I would make him remember. Now it was his turn.

I lay Tom on the table and started to strip him naked. In my thoughts, I had wanted to force him to strip as Ursula had done with Lena, but despite him being quite small, he was still a man and I needed him incapacitated, otherwise he was a threat, so I skipped forcing him to strip and did it myself. It did not take long until his naked body lay face down on the dining table, and I got to work on restraining him. I handcuffed him first, with the cuffs in front of his face. Taking three heavy-duty screws from my bag along with a power screwdriver, I fixed the links of the cuffs to the table. Fuck the damage to the expensive highly polished wood. Fuck Tom and fuck his belongings. I power drove the screws deep into the wood. There was no way he would be able to free himself.

Next, I yanked his body down the table until his groin slipped over the edge and the cuffs and chain went taught, with him effectively hanging by his wrists. His legs now flopped off the table and his feet touched the floor. His ass was exposed the way poor Lena’s ass had been exposed and I was almost ready, but I still needed to ties his ankles. Here I used rope, which I then tided off on the table legs, spreading his hairy ass. He groaned and I knew the drops were wearing off. Time to move on. I grabbed a ring gag from my bag and rammed the wide mouth-opener between his lips. This forced his mouth into a permanently open position, but prevented him from really speaking or screaming too loudly. Tom was ready. I went back into the lounge.

Yvonne was a pretty enough woman with a nice figure, good firm tits and well-shaped ass. As I stripped her, I actually felt a little sorry for her. I felt sorry for what her perverted husband had done to her, I felt sorry for what he had done to her child, and I felt sorry for what I was going to do to her and make her do. I did not feel sorry about raping her; that is not what I mean. She is a woman, a fuck-toy just like all the other fuck-toys I take and use. However, I knew Yvonne was about to have the worst night of her life, and it would not be the rape that made it so. I picked her up easily, she was as light as a feather.

I carried Yvonne’s floppy body into the dining room and sat her naked on one of the high-backed dining chairs. I cuffed her hands behind her back behind the chair. I then used another set of cuffs to attach her wrists to the chair itself. This way, she could not really get up without having to carry the whole chair with her. I did not want to restrain Yvonne permanently, just until she understood the rules. I placed the chair sideways at the head of the table so Tom could see his naked wife chained to the chair when he finally came round. I popped a ball-gag into her mouth then I stripped my own clothes off, except for my mask and my gloves, and went naked into the kitchen.

There was cold beer in the fridge and I helped myself, deciding to drink one whilst waiting for my two captives to wake up. I hoped it would not be too long before I could get down to the main part of the evening. However, I wanted both of them wide-awake before we got onto that. I took my beer into Tom’s study in order to grab his notebook. It was fully charged so I left the power cable and carried it closed into the dining room. Tom was tugging at the chains on his wrists, clearly awake. It was show time.

“Hello Tom.” I said as I placed the notebook onto the table, slightly in front and to the left of him. “I kind of borrowed this. I hope you don’t mind.” I added as I flipped open the screen and powered it on. He clearly saw I was naked, though not hard, and he started to growl through the ring-gag. Trying to articulate some response or objection, but it all just came out as gibberish.

“Save it, Tom.” I laughed. “No one here can understand you and no one here actually wants to hear any of the fucking shit-garbage that comes out of your paedophilic mouth.” I had his attention now. The notebook on the table and the reference to him being a paedophile must have set off a thousand alarms in his head. He stared wide eyed at me. A naked, masked man drinking a beer besides his own naked wife chained to a chair. What a thing to wake up to.

“You don’t know me, Tom. But I know you.” I continued before taking a swig of beer. “And what’s more important you motherfucking piece of shit, is that I know all about you. I know all the things you have done. I know all the things you were planning on doing, including poor little Sally. I know all your dirty filthy secrets, and I am going to expose them all. You ready Tommy-boy? Are you ready to take a long fucking look in the wake-up-in-a-nightmare fucking mirror I am going to hold up to your fucking filthy cunt face?” As I spat the words into his face, I yanked his head back by the hair, literally spitting into his face. I set down my beer on the table after taking another swig, and turned to face Yvonne.

“Hmmpf, hmmpf!” Yvonne groaned trying to speak past the ball-gag. She was awake. I walked round to stand naked in front of her, my soft cock at chin-height. She turned her face away in horror, trying to avoid my soft flesh, which I allowed to touch her face. I grabbed a handful of her long hair and yanked her face back towards my cock, pushing it into her right eye and rubbing it over the bridge of her nose onto her left eye. My soft hanging cock twitched a little, but did not harden, yet.

“Hello, sweetheart.” I smiled at her, now crouching down so we were at face level. “Welcome to the party, baby.” I added and as I spoke, I reached between her thighs with my right hand. She forced her knees together, but I yanked them open with my left hand, and sank my middle and index fingers into her cunt. She squealed into the ball-gag as I started to dry-fuck her cunt with my fingers.

“Listen to me, Yvonne.” I whispered softly, staring into her eyes, which now welled up with tears. “There is a little girl asleep upstairs who needs her mommy to be a good mommy. She needs her mommy to keep the bad man’s thoughts down here with mommy and daddy and not let them wander upstairs to her tiny, tiny body and her tiny, tiny tight holes. Do you understand?” As I asked the question, I knew she would nod and she did. She also stopped trying to force her knees together and opened her legs feely, allowing me unrestricted access to her vagina. She now understood the rules to the game we were about to play. What mother would not agree to anything in this situation? Of course, there is now way in Hell, I would touch a small child, but Yvonne did not know that.

“Ok, that’s good.” I whispered withdrawing my fingers from her vagina and standing up. “Then let’s get some rules straight. You will do what I tell you, when I tell you to do it. You will not scream or shout because you might risk waking your little princess. I am going to do some fucked-up shit here tonight Yvonne, but if you are a good girl and obey your new master, you and your little girl will live. You will remain relatively unharmed and your little girl will never even know I was here. Fuck, I might even let this motherfucking piece of shit you call a husband live. Do you understand and do you agree?”

Again, she nodded at my question, and I reached round the back of her head in order to unbuckle the ball-gag. “Shhhhh!” I whispered, as her mouth was free. “Do not speak, just take my cock into your soft, warm mouth and let your filthy husband see you get me hard sucking me off.” As I added this, I leaned forward and fed my cock to her lips, which parted obediently. My cock twitched in the soft warm cavern and started to harden.

“Suck.” I stated and rested both my hands on her head to offer encouragement. I made sure not to block Tom’s line of sight. I wanted him to see my cock in his wife’s mouth. He was growling and groaning through the ring, and saliva dripped from his chin to the table. The sight of another man’s cock invading his wife’s face was clearly distressing for Tom. That pleased me. His torment was just starting.

“Can you see that, Tommy-boy?” I asked looking directly at his face. “Can you see how your lovely wife is slobbering and sucking on my fucking hard cock? How would you like to see her eat my balls?” I asked and pulled my now fully erect cock from Yvonne’s mouth. She knew what was expected and started licking at by balls without orders; good girl. I held the shaft of my cock up to give her easy access. Tom cried even harder.

“Open your fucking throat.” I now growled at Yvonne and rammed my glans back into her mouth. I pushed until she gagged then pulled back out. I pushed again going even deeper. I repeated the move and each time pushed even deeper into her swollen neck, stretching her and forcing into her until I finally felt my glans pop into her throat and my balls slap her chin. Her chest was heaving and I knew she was about to puke. I pulled out completely and she gasped for air.

“Good girl.” I said and stroked her hair with my right hand. “Now open your fucking fuck-face again.” As she obeyed I pushed back down her throat and started to face-fuck her, but I did not want to make her puke, so I held back a little. “You fucking good cock-sucking whore. I hissed. Do you let hubby-boy here get so deep? I bet not, eh?” I asked and pulled my cock out of Yvonne’s face. She coughed and once again gasped for air.

“Well do you?” I demanded, “Do you let hubby throat-fuck you, Yvonne?” “No.” She whispered.

“Ok, listen.” I stated, holding her chin in my right hand so she was forced into looking me in the face. “I am going to remove the cuffs, ok, but any funny stuff and I will hurt you more than you can imagine. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She simply said, and I was already getting the key to free her hands.

“On your knees.” I demanded once she was free and I moved the chair away completely. “Now show me and your fucked-up husband how much you love my fucking cock, Yvonne.” I added and pushed her down before me. Again, I made sure we were sideways to the table so Tom could watch my swollen cock slipping in and out of his wife’s mouth. “Suck me off.” I added, and she did. She took hold of my cock in her left hand and pushed it into her mouth. She was ok at this. Nowhere near Simone or even Petra or Lena, but good enough. I wanted to take it a step further.

“Stand up.” I demanded and tugged her to her feet. “Go over to the table and bend over.” I added, pushing her face down so her face was in front of her husband. “Spread your legs then use your hands to spread your cheeks.” I commended and she obeyed, giving me access to her cleanly shaven pussy and ass. As I had fingered her she was stone dry, and I imagined this was going to hurt her, but to my surprise as the tip of my cock parted her cunt lips, she was now soaking wet.

“Oh you dirty, dirty girl.” I laughed, smiling at Tom as I pushed my cock into his wife’s soaking hole. “Sucking my meat got you all wet, Yvonne. Now tell that fucking twat of a husband where my cock is. Tell him.” I shouted, and embedded my full length into Yvonne’s vagina.

“In my vagina.” She groaned. “Your penis is in my vagina.”

“Cock.” I growled as I hammered back into her wet hole. “It’s called a cock. And you bitch, have a cunt. A fucking fuck-cunt. Tell him, now! Where the fuck is my cock.”

“In my cunt.” She cried as I slammed back into her, holding her firm white buttocks as I fucked in and out of her. “Your cock is in my cunt and you are fucking me.” She cried and something told me Yvonne was not completely free of pleasure right now. I reached down with my right hand to find her cunt as I fucked her. My fingers found her clitoris and I started to rub in time with my thrusts.

“Oh, oh.” She moaned, and actually pushed back to meet my thrusts. I continued to work on her clitoris as I impaled her with my cock. Tom had closed his eyes. I reached forward and smacked him as hard as I could across the face.

“Open your fucking eyes, motherfucker, or I will cut them open permanently.” I screamed and he snapped his eyes open knowing my tone was serious. I grasped his wife’s face and stuck my fingers into her mouth as I fucked her cunt. She immediately started to suck and lick them. She was almost at her high point.

“You see that, Tommy-boy. You getting this cunt-face. Your bitch is now my bitch motherfucker and she is squirting all over my cock right now dude. My fat hard cock is in Yvonne’s wet cunt and she loves it. Isn’t that right, Yvonne? Tell the motherfucker.” I laughed and increased my speed. My fingers still working on her clitoris.

“Yes! Yes! She panted and continued to thrust back onto my cock, and then with an almighty cry, she came. A spasm ran up her thighs and across her back, her whole body shook and she stopped moving. I too stopped thrusting and let her simply ride the waves of her orgasm.

“Oh my God.” She panted and clenched and unclenched her fists right in front of her own husband, who could clearly see the orgasm echoing through his raped wife’s body. I slipped my cock out of Yvonne’s soaking wet cunt and aimed for another hole.

“Now tell him what I’m doing baby.” I whispered, and Yvonne took a second to realise that I was pushing my swollen head into her anus.

“Oh no, please.” She cried and tried to turn. I held her by forcing her chest down onto the table.

“Keep fucking still.” I shouted. “And fucking tell him where I am pushing my cock into right fucking now.” I growled and forced my glans past Yvonne’s sphincter. She cried in pain.

“In my ass! In my ass! You’re forcing your cock into my fucking ass.” She cried and I pushed deeper. “It hurts! Please! It hurts!” She begged, but I took no notice. Instead, I grabbed her hips for leverage and impaled her butthole with one last thrust.

“Oh my God.” She panted. “Please be careful. I have never done this before.” She pleaded and I felt so sorry for her at that moment. Yvonne actually thought her ass was virgin when in fact I had watched videos of her husband sodomising her drugged body repeatedly. She would soon know the truth. I started to butt-fuck her, but I went easy on her. This was not about her; it was about Tom. I wanted Yvonne to enjoy this. I wanted to make her come again.

“See, Yvonne.” I whispered as I once again sought out her clitoris with my fingers. “It’s ok once you open up to the idea.” I chuckled and felt her respond to my fingers. Yvonne was a good fuck. She responded well and was easy to bring off. Stupid Tom should have butt-fucked her awake the moron.

“See, Tommy-boy.” I goaded him. “If your cock is big enough and hard enough and you know how a woman’s holes work, you can fuck any hole you want even when they are awake. Only perverted old men and tiny-pricked losers need a bitch to be out cold in order to sodomise her tight ass.” I continued to torment him, and surely now he knew I had hacked his files. I saw him glance at his notebook.

“That’s right Tommy-tiny-tinker.” I admitted. “I’ve seen it all. Every fucking filthy disgusting file on your system. And now you are tied face down to a table watching me fuck your wife in the mouth, cunt and ass and there is nothing you can do about it motherfucker. And oh boy, do I genuinely mean MOTHERFUCKER.” I stated and smiled into his panic-stricken face. He had no idea just how much panic he really should be feeling.

“Oh God, I’m coming.” Yvonne moaned, and the sentence must have stung like fire for Tom as his wife gave herself completely to her second orgasm, obtained on a strangers cock. “Yes! Yes!” She panted, and then came even harder than the first time.

I was also close, but held back. No DNA. I would come in her mouth and have her eat it. In fact, it was time to get round to the next stage that would involve her doing exactly that. I let her shudder out the final throws of her orgasm then pulled my cock out of her ass. I pulled her up from the table to her to her feet.

“Go round behind him and get on your knees next to his ass.” I commanded, and though she obeyed, she looked worried. Perhaps she thought I was going to make her suck Tom. I went to my bag and retrieved the things I needed for this next part or my plan. I placed several items onto the table next to Tom before feeding my cock into his wife’s waiting mouth.

“Ok, bitch. Now you suck me off while I get seriously fucking Medieval on your husband’s fucking ass.” I said. Yes, I know, the line is stolen from Pulp Fiction, but I love it and Tom fully understood he was about to be taken from mental cruelty and torture into the very real world of physical pain. The first thing I selected was a ball of rubber band.

There is this thing. Well I guess a kind of torture, though most people have experienced it at some time. If you almost cut of the circulation to a part of your body for any length of time, it swells and goes dark as blood enters but cannot leave. Wrap a rubber bad tightly round a finger and you will see what I mean. The thing is that if you leave it a really, really long time until you can no longer bare the pain and quickly remove the self-made tourniquet, it actually hurts worse. It is like being set on fire. I now started to wrap the rubber string around the base of Tom’s cock, behind his balls, hampering the circulation to both.

“Pretty tight or what, Tommy-boy?” I laughed and made sure to get the band as tight as I possibly could. Once I was sure my self-made tourniquet was working as I had intended, I put the rest of the rubber back onto the table and picked up a table tennis paddle.

“Does this bring back any fucking memories, Tom?” I asked as the first blow landed on his right ass-cheek. I should have symbolically used a slipper, but a slipper on his hairy ass would not do the job. Even the paddle was just the start, but it made him jump and left a round red welt on his cheek. I made sure he knew what this was about as I continued to rain blow after blow onto both ass-cheeks.

“Sorry Tom-fuck-face.” I growled as the next blow brought a raised welt to his left cheek. “I seem to be out of slippers, dude. So I needed to get inventive.” Another whack and I saw the skin of his right cheek swell with tiny blood vessels. I would soon draw blood.

“My cock is back in your wife’s mouth super stud.” I growled. “She is sucking my balls dry while I take your skin, man. How does that feel motherfucker? Oh, and she is way, way better at sucking my cock than your dog-fucking mother.” I tormented as I continued to beat him with the paddle. Then I decided to do some real damage.

Tom screamed in agony past the ring-gag as I deliberately swivelled the bat in my hand to bring the hard edge down onto his coccyx. That blow really hurt and tore the skin immediately, a trickle of blood running down into his ass-crack. I repeated the blow as hard as I could and thought there might have even been a cracking sound as the wood hammered into bone. I turned the paddle again and went back to his cheeks, hitting with maximum force as he strained at the cuffs around his wrists, his back pouring with sweat. I decided to up the game, placing the paddle onto the table and picking up an electric starter for a gas oven.

“The thing I hate most about bullies like you Tommy-boy is that they are only brave when a stronger person is protecting them like your fucked up mother or when their victims are helpless.” I growled and touched the prod to his right butt-cheek, pulling the trigger. He immediately tried to bolt upright, straining at his bonds. I sparked across his left cheek then again his right before putting four or five onto his back. I even stretched over to shock first his right then his left ear. Moving back along his spine, I repeatedly shocked him across his back, finally getting back to his ass.

“The good news, however.” I continued. “Is that there really is some justice in this world fuck-face. You see, that poor helpless creature you tormented together with your demonic, fucked up mother loves me now, and she spends every minute of every day trying to keep me happy. You see that is why I do things for her. Because she worships me.” I touched the tip of the rod to his hanging balls, which were now black due to the rubber cutting off the blood. I pulled the trigger. He jumped and I shocked his cock then his balls again, this time holding the trigger for about six to eight seconds. I could actually smell scorched skin as I finally released the trigger.

“Well isn’t it fucking shocking how I am treating you?” I laughed and shocked first his right then left ass-cheek again. “However. As much as you might think you are in Hell right now Tommy-boy, I assure you, I am just getting warmed up.” As I spoke, I aimed the head of the starter at his anus and pushed it in. At first just a couple of centimetres, but as I pulled the trigger to send sparks into his anal cavity, he bellowed like a stuck cow, and still I held the trigger, pushing the starter deeper and deeper into his anus as he writhed and screamed.

“Oh my God. What are you doing?” Yvonne now cried, and I realised she had stopped sucking my cock, probably some time ago, though I was still hard.

“Who told you to stop sucking my fucking cock, bitch?” I snapped at her and in a quick movement, I pulled the starter from Tom’s ass and sparked it across Yvonne’s right nipple, and she squealed in pain. “Suck, bitch.” I growled and forced my cock back into her mouth.

I put down the starter and picked up a leather belt. This was not my belt. I had taken it from Tom’s trousers when I stripped him. I did not want my own belt soiled with his blood, and there would be blood. I was going to make sure of that.

“Ok, Yvonne, I want you to really suck me off now. I want you to make me come and I want you to eat my fucking spunk while I take the skin of your husband’s body.” I said. She immediately started to go faster, sliding her mouth and right hand along my cock whilst her left hand played with my balls. She was doing a good job. She would make me come quickly. It was time to let Tom feel the leather of his own belt.

With Yvonne’s mouth still working on my cock, I shuffled her a little further back to get the perfect swinging distance and then I started. The first blow was not at full force, but it still left a burning stripe across Tom’s right ass-cheek and up onto his back. I struck again, and again. Each blow as hard as I could make it, going from his ass-cheeks to his spine, even to his shoulders. I whipped and lashed until his body was red raw and smeared with blood and then I lashed some more until finally my spine started to tingle and my orgasm spread over my body. As my sperm exploded into Yvonne’s mouth, I let Tom know it, stopping the cruel beating for a second while spending my load in his wife’s mouth.

“You hear that Tommy-boy? Can you hear your whore wife gurgling and slurping on my spunk?” I goaded him and sent lash then even more one after another down onto his body. “I am filling your wife’s face with my ball-cream, motherfucker and she loves it. She loves eating my warm jizz while I punish your sorry ass.” I growled as the final jet of sperm left my cock into Yvonne’s waiting mouth. “Eat it bitch.” I added and plopped my slimy dick out of her mouth.

Tom was a mess. He was a wet slimy red body, covered in welts, bruises and blood all glistening under his own sweat. Yet I was still nowhere near finished with this sorry excuse for a man. I stopped lashing him for now, and turned my attention to Yvonne.

“Stand up.” I demanded pulling Yvonne by the arm, and she stood. “Take the belt.” I said and handed the bloody leather to her she stood staring in shock at her husband’s ruined skin.

“Oh my God!” She whispered. “What have you done? That is awful.” She said and tears filled her eyes.

“Stay there.” I demanded. “Do not fucking move or I will do the same to you.” I added, and taking the electric starter, I walked round the table to face Tom. He was still awake, though I suspected he had at times passed out under my torture. I expected to see hate, I saw terror. He saw the starter in my hand and rightly feared having it near his face, near his eyes.

“Now we come to the grand finale you filthy motherfucking piece of shit.” I growled, and turned his notebook to face me, quickly entering his password and opening his filthy folder. “Now we open the gates to Hell for you and your filthy life Tommy-boy.” I growled, and started the first video I had prepared. It was of Tom sodomising his unconscious wife. I turned the notebook so Yvonne could watch the anal rape together with the man who had had done it. She gazed at the sceen, firstly confusion then shock then hurt on her face as tears rolled down her face.

“He drugs you.” I said simply. “All the time! He drugs you with the wine the way I drugged you both tonight. I used his drops, in fact. He drugs you and then he abuses you whilst filming it. He is not man enough to take your ass when you are awake the way I just did. But hey, each to his own. That’s not why I am here. That is not what this is about. As far as I am concerned, he can drug and rape any woman he feels like. Look, I am no better. I fucked you tonight; I fuck many females without their consent. I have never drugged one before, well not until tonight though I did let you wake up first.” I chuckled.

Yvonne was not really registering all of what I was saying. She was staring at the video on Tom’s notebook. She was watching her husband pushing his cock in and out of her butt as he trembled and shook like a small dog with a bitch. It was pathetic.

“I doubt you would have noticed that pathetic tiny cock in your ass anyway, even if you had been awake, sweetheart.” I said softly. “Now whip him! Fucking do it!” I shouted and Yvonne snapped out of her trance, only now even realising the leather still in her hand. “Do it!” I said softly, and Yvonne raised the belt.

The first blow was soft, somewhere towards Tom’s right buttock, but the next was harder and as the pent-up anger at the assault on her unconscious body released, the blows became more severe, and Yvonne started to curse her husband.

“You disgusting fucking bastard.” She cried. “I hate you and I never want to see you again. You know what? I am glad this man came here and fucked me tonight. I am glad he sodomised me and made me drink his come. I am glad he made me come twice, something you never do you pathetic worm.” She cried, and as the tears flowed over her face, she continued to bring blow after blow don onto her husband’s body. Lashing indiscriminately across his back and buttocks, not really aiming, just trying to maximise the force.

I casually picked up the electric starter and poked it through the ring-gag into Tom’s mouth he screamed in fear and I pulled the trigger. His eyes bulged and snot streamed out of his nose. I touched his tongue, his throat his gums, everywhere, and Yvonne continued to lash his ass and back with the belt. I removed the electric prod from his mouth and walked round behind him again.

“Good girl.” I whispered to Yvonne as I stepped between her and Tom, taking the belt from her hand. “I have some more work to do here.” I whispered. Please go over to the chair and sit down. I do not want you to watch this.” She stared at me and for a second I think she was going to ask me what I was going to do. Instead, she walked back round to the head of the table and clicked on the notebook to stop the video before sitting down on the chair as I had instructed her.

“Leave the notebook alone, Yvonne.” I warned her, and then picked up a razor blade from the table. Tom tensed sensing more torture and hearing me arranging items behind him, but he could not turn his head to see. It was probably better for him that way.

“Ok, Tommy-boy.” I said. “Almost there now fella. This is going to hurt like fuck. Not as much pain as is still to come, but oh boy there will be blood, too.”

“There was blood. Lots of it. I did not cut deep, but the skin at the base of his spine and upper buttocks seemed to produce a lot of blood as I started to carve the first of ten letters into his skin. He screamed at first then passed out. I guess that was for the best, at least for Tom. I kept on carving into his body, and from time to time, I squirted ink into the trenches I was gouging out of his skin. Then I was finished, and though crude, the dark blue stain stating ‘paedophile’ was clear to read. I laid the bloody razor blade on the table and went to the notebook where I selected the next video I had planned. I set it up ready but did not start it yet. The keys were smeared with blood. I went to the kitchen where I washed my gloved hands.

When I returned to the dining room Yvonne was still sitting on the dining chair, but she had positioned it to look into her husband’s face. She was talking to him.

“I am never going to come anywhere near you again.” She was whispering, and I could only imagine what she would say once she saw the next video.

“Nice to have with us again, Tom.” I laughed and walked up behind him. “Seems we found your pain level with that razor blade. So if that caused you to pass out then you should say nighty night again now.”

As I spoke, I had taken a bottle of surgical alcohol from the table, removed the cap and now started to pour it over Tom’s back and buttocks. He wrenched at his restraints and screamed through the ring-gag but for some reason did not pass out this time. As his shudders and screams subsided, I took a pair of wire cutters from the table, snipped them open and closed a few times, so Tom could hear what I had in my hands, and as the cold metal touched his scrotum, I felt the wave of panic shoot through his body.

“Relax, Tom.” I laughed. “I am not going to cut your junk off man.” I said and snipped the rubber band free from his groin. His cock and balls were completely black by this point and the pain must have been immense as the blood streamed back into his swollen groin. Again, he slipped into darkness, but only for a few seconds.

“Well, tommy-fuck-cunt.” I started. “I am as good as done with you now. At least I have done inflicting pain on your scraggy body.” I added and as I spoke, I started to get dressed and to pack my bag. Yvonne starred at me across the room like a scared rabbit.

“Are you leaving`” She whispered, and I nodded.

“Yes, Yvonne. My work is done here. Yours however is just about to start.” I said, and zipped up my bag.

“I don’t understand.” She stated. “What do you mean?”

“Come here.” I commanded and she got to her feet, wobbling a little and putting her hand on the table for support. She came round the table to stand beside me, and I placed my hands on her shoulders, smiling sympathetically into her face.

“There is still something I need to show you, sweetheart.” I said softly. “And I want you to know I am truly, truly sorry.” I added, shouldering my bag and walking round the table to the notebook. Tom was going insane, pulling at the cuffs and screaming at the ring-gag. He knew what I was about to do. I pressed play and left the room, closing the door behind me. I walked down the hallway to the front door and left the house.

“Oh my God, Noooooo!” Was the last thing I heard as the front door closed, Yvonne’s scream was blood curdling, and I knew that though I had just destroyed Tom, in a sense, I had also destroyed his wife.

As I entered the street, it was dark and a bitterly cold wind bit at my face as I pulled off the ski mask and stuffed it into my pocket. I kept to the shadows until I reached Simone’s car. I started the engine but did not drive away at once. I still had one more small detail or two to take care of. I took my mobile out of my pocket and reopened the hotspot before pulling my notebook out of my bag. It was time to turn the security cameras back on in Tom and Yvonne’s house. That done, I pulled a pay-as-you go phone out of my bag and called the police.

“Yes, police? I want to report a disturbance….” Obviously, I gave a fake name and hung up after giving them Tom’s address and begging them to be quick as it “sounded like someone was being killed.” The phone was in a fake name and I would burn it later. For now I pulled off latex gloves I had been wearing wrapping them around the phone. I pulled out into the street and headed away from Tom and Yvonne forever.

There were two warm naked bodies waiting for me at home. I wanted to get to them and use their fuck-holes, sure, but more than that, I wanted to hold them.

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