06/02/2016
Here is a little taste of some Erotic Revenge...
This story among other can be found in the Animal Anthology from the Edge Imprint of Booktrope Publishing.
http://www.amazon.com/Animal-Cassandre-Dayne-ebook/dp/B016WX3DWA/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1454724562&sr=1-1&keywords=The+animal+by+Cassandre+dayne
BURNING BRIDGES AND BROKEN FINGERS
By S E Rise
THERE IS A DARKNESS inside me that should never be unleashed.
They say everyone has an animal inside them. A beast that is at the core of our center. If you push a man far enough and take away everything that keeps him civilized, you risk releasing that beast. The beast is there for a reason. It is part of our base survival instinct. Some people never have to worry about their inner beast because it is such a small, timid, little animal. Some of us have a lot more to be concerned about.
“What do you mean you’re letting me go?” I asked incredulously at the twenty-something-year-old punk.
“I’m sorry, but you have not made the corrective actions I have asked of you. I see no other choice but to terminate your employment with this company,” he countered without looking up from his shuffling of papers.
“I don’t have the money...” I said and this jab was a sharp stick into the wound. The guy had been riding my ass for the past two months. If it wasn’t this, then it was that. We can’t be afraid of change. Change is good for growth within a company.
F**k your change. You change and fix things that are broken. If it’s not broken, then don’t fix it.
Twice, I had nearly knocked the smug little mo********er on his ass. This got me a lecture from him about remaining positive, open to criticism, through the diversity of a group.
I had told the prick to just stay away from me, let me do my job and leave me alone. Did he listen? Of course he didn’t. Now he thinks he can fu***ng fire me?
“Then I see no other...”
“Wait! Goddamn it. Just wait a goddamn minute,” I responded and it was ten times too loud. I had been working for this company for almost twenty years. I was this close to retirement. My wife left me and took the kids, I paid a quarter of my check to alimony and another half of it went to child support. My piece of s**t car blew a gasket and my rent was a month overdue. I was working my fu***ng ass off. There was a time... f**k it. Take a deep breath and try to calm down.
“Are you seriously going to fire me because I can’t buy new clothes?” The beast inside me stirred and began to pace.
“Policy requires you to come to work clean and serviceable. Those clothes are not clean and serviceable. I asked you to get new ones and you did not. You did not do what I asked. I am your direct line supervisor and I’m tired of having to answer to my boss as to why you look like s**t...” He said and the corner of his mouth went up because internally he thought it was funny that he said s**t.
The beast inside me lunged forward against the door of the cage.
Jesus, I fu***ng hate this guy.
“Are you married? Do you have kids?”
“I don’t see why that is any of your business, but yes, I have a wife and two children,” he said and if I had been paying attention, I would have seen the family photo of his Porky the Pig looking wife and their two little Piglets.
“What would you do if you found yourself in this situation?” I asked and seriously wanted to know. Does this idiot have any idea what the consequences of his actions are going to be?
“That is a false hypothetical. I could never be in your situation. I still have my wife and children, I have clean new clothes, I drive that red beamer that you more than likely have seen, and I went to college.”
I felt the snap and the chain around the beast let loose at the words “I went to college.”
I went to college as well, you fu***ng idiot, but it sure didn’t help me a whole hell of a lot because I am working for a stupid mo********er like you. Then it dawned on me. It wasn’t about the clothes I wore or the ones I didn’t or couldn’t buy. It was about me. He was going to fire me no matter what I did. He was toying with me and enjoying it. This was a “No win” situation.
I didn’t believe in “No win” situations.
“True, you are absolutely right. You more than likely will never be or even find yourself in my situation,” I said and that’s when the animal inside me began to howl. The door to the cage swung open and it took its first step of freedom. I glanced at the little clock beside the Porky Pig family photo.
You want to play games, idiot? You want to sit there smug in your own self-righteousness? You want to quote s**t from your little books?
That’s when the beast stepped forward and growled his idea to me. I listened and I liked it.
“You’re going to give me all the money in your wallet or I am going to break one of your fingers.” I enjoyed the look of shock that replaced the look of contempt. Shock I could deal with.
“Excuse me? You’re going to collect your things and leave the building. You’re fired,” he said and I saw the fear and shock slip into the background as the smug contempt returned. He really enjoyed that. Good.
His hands were flat against the desk in front of him. He thought I was bluffing, but the beast leapt forward with unnatural speed and grace. I grabbed his right arm at the wrist, latched onto his middle finger and bent it backwards until it snapped, cracked and finally lay flat against the back side of his hand. The action was so smooth and quick he wasn’t able to react. The horror of what I had just done rocketed through me and I liked it. I liked it a lot. His mouth opened to scream out in pain and I punched him in the throat. This stopped the noise of his scream dead in its tracks. He gagged and choked as he grabbed at his throat with his free hand. I could hear the air exchange so I wasn’t worried about if I had crushed his windpipe or not. I grabbed onto his ring finger and his eyes went wide.
“Give me your wallet or I am going to break another one of your fingers and if you scream, I am going to hit you again.”
Apparently, he didn’t understand and reached for the phone.
I snapped his ring finger back, felt the satisfying crack and pressed it against the back side of his hand. I hammered a fist against his chin and felt the satisfying crunch of his front teeth shattering. Now that felt amazing. The animal inside me howled again and my anger soared to unexpected heights.
“You are the reason my family left me!”
I hit him again in the face. His head rocked back and on the rebound I hit him again. His cheek split open and the red of exposed meat made me hungry.
This time, on the rebound, I let loose of his wrist, grabbed hold of his not so pretty shirt and pulled him up onto the desk. He flopped down like a fish and a spray of blood shot out across the desk with the exhalation.
If he wasn’t going to give me his wallet the easy way, then I would have to get it the hard way. I held his head against the desk with my left hand and reached into his back pocket to fish out his wallet.
Unfu***ng believable. The mo********er had five crisp one hundred dollar bills hiding in there.
I hadn’t seen five crisp one hundred dollar bills together at one time in over a year. Before my wife left me. And, do you know why my wife left me? Because this idiot cut my hours and docked my pay for three months and the goddamn accident wasn’t even my fault.
“It wasn’t my fault, was it? And, you fu***ng knew it wasn’t my fault,” I said into his ear.
His eyes fluttered at the sound of my voice and I smelled the unmistakable stench of p**s.
“Guess what, p**s pants, I don’t believe your clothes are very clean and serviceable now. Do you? I’m going to have to dock your pay and cut your hours.” The beast inside me loved this; loved seeing me destroy my enemy. Rage began to replace anger and I wanted to hurt him more. I wanted to hurt and maim this mother- f**ker. My jaw clenched and I felt the saliva gush. Before I could stop myself, I leaned over and sunk my teeth into the cartilage and flesh of his ear. The blood tasted salty but delicious.
With a twist and thrust of my head, I felt a large portion of the man’s ear tear away. Why hasn’t someone heard us by now? I would like to think that I spit the chunk of ear out onto the floor, but with all honesty, I can’t remember.
The rage turned into something different then—something controlled. Something sadistic and evil. I felt incredible. Clarity and enlightenment coursed through me.
He was merely middle management and therefore was not assigned a secretary. The sun had set and our smart, hard working employees had punched their time cards out, then sailed away to their Islands of Paradise called home.
Good for them.
Speaking of that...
I fished the dumbass’s cell phone from his pocket and slid my thumb across the screen. Damn, this is a nice phone. Apparently, he wasn’t too worried about it getting stolen. No passcode.
The screen flashed up and I regretted saying anything about the passcode. Fingerprint identification required. Easy enough. The sight of his deformed broken fingers thrilled me.
We couldn’t stay in the office all night, so I thought of a wonderful place we could go.
I scrolled through his top five contacts and found his wife.
I glanced over to the Porky Pig photo. Okay, maybe she didn’t actually look like Porky the Pig. She was kind of hot. This gave me an idea.
I pulled up the message screen and set my plans into play.
“Going to be a little late tonight. Put the kids to bed, lock their doors and prepare yourself for me. I am serious.”
SEND
“K”
Her response was quicker than I could have imagined. My wifewould never have responded that quickly. You got yourself a big dick there, buddy? I gave him a quick glance. Unable to respond, she was nice enough to answer the question for him.
“Do you want me to wear the big black strap on again?” The message asked and I nearly laughed myself into tears. The idiot’s cheek was swelling his eye shut, the blood drooled from his broken mouth and his two broken fingers would make anybody a bit nauseous. I was past the point of no return. I either followed this through or I was f**ked.
“Not tonight. I am feeling c**k strong and l***y. I want to play a game tonight. I want you blindfolded, face down with your ass and c**t in the air waiting for me. I am hard just thinking about it,” I sent in reply.
The beast in me liked the idea and I felt myself growing hard.
F**k it. Why not.
I pulled out my hard c**k and snapped off a dick picture for her and pressed Send.
“OMG!!! You’re serious? OMFG!! Your dick looks so fu***ng big.” She sent back and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Be ready, I am coming for you. I am going to take you.” I sent back. “I’m wet just thinking about it...oh do you want the lights on or off?” “Off... I have to finish up here. Be ready.” I sent back and didn’t
wait for a response.
I sat him back into the chair and took a good look at my
handiwork. All you had to do was just leave me the f**k alone. ***
I brought him back around to consciousness by stapling his good ear to his head.
Twice.
“Still with me, buddy boy?” He squirmed in the chair and tried to get up. I slammed the stapler into his ear again, pinning it for the third time. He tried to bring his hand up to cover his ear and forgot about his fingers being broken. He started to scream, but I was ready for him and jammed one of his expensive wool socks into his mouth.
His broken teeth were sharp and I felt it tear a layer of skin off of the back of my hand. He saw it too and tried to bite me. I brought the stapler down onto the crown of his head and put a staple there too. This must have hurt pretty damn bad because he recoiled from it like I had a loaded pistol.
“How much money do you have in the bank?”
He stared at me stubbornly and I raised the stapler. He issued a noise through the sock gag and I realized the problem.
With the sock gag removed, I only had to staple him once more to get him to give me a truthful answer. “How the f**k do you have that much in the bank?”
“I budget and invest. My wife and I are very frugal,” he said and the words were mangled by his broken teeth.
“Bulls**t, that’s three times your annual salary. There’s no possible way you saved that much,” I said and saw something in his eyes then. That’s what I thought.
Someone’s been stealing cookies from the Cookie Jar.
Good, that’s going to be mine as well.
“Get up. It’s time to go home.”
“F**k you. I’m not taking you to my house.”
“Really? It’s okay. I’ve already talked to your wife. She’s
expecting us.”
His mouthed opened to protest again.
“If you don’t, I am going to staple your eyelid open... or maybe
just put a staple through your eyeball.”
That got his attention.
I brought his cell phone (my new cell phone) up to my mouth.
“Siri, show me home. Map it.” ***
Getting to the car was a challenge, but he was middle management and had a parking spot in the front row.
I sent the text.
“I’m on my way home.”
“K, I’m ready.”
He saw her response and tried to protest. I slammed my fist into
his jaw and drove the rest of the way to his house in peace.
I woke him up by pressing down on his broken fingers. His eyes
snapped open and I brought the stapler up in front of his face. “We’re going inside. If you say a word or make a noise I am going to kill your children while you watch. I will cut their heads off and make you and your wife eat soup from their skulls. Then I will kill your wife and make you eat her. Do you understand? Have I
made myself perfectly clear?”
There was terror mixed with resignation in his eyes and I fed off
of it. All you had to do was leave me alone. Let me retire and collect my pension. Now I will probably have to kill you and your entire family.
I saw him realize the outcome as well. It‘s never good to leave a man without an option. So, I gave him one.
“Give me what I want and I will go away. It doesn’t have to end that way.”
I saw the anger return in his eyes and I grabbed onto his broken fingers. His knee buckled and he opened his mouth to scream.
“If you do... they are fu***ng dead.”
He shut his mouth and ate the pain.
“And speaking of fu***ng... your wife is waiting for me. You’re
going to love this part.”
***
I pushed the door to the bedroom open and the light spilled across the bed. Good to her word, she was in position, the blindfold was in place. Her nice full t**s spread out against the comforter, and her ass was pushed up into the air awaiting me. I felt my dick getting hard and I looked over to confirm his silence. His eyes were smoldering with hatred, but he remained quiet. In the dark, we crossed the room and I sat him in the chair positioned against the wall and in front of the bed. That way he had the perfect view of what I was doing to his wife.
“Oh my, is that a burglar?” she said in mock concern. Obviously she and he had done the role playing thing before.
I pulled open a drawer and tied his hands behind his back. His broken fingers tried to get in the way and I tied them in place as well. I quietly pushed him against the chair. I was curious though and feeling mighty powerful at the moment. I reached down and stripped the man’s pants and underwear to his knees.
His pink little b***r sprung up and I smiled. I also stuck another sock in his mouth.
Boy, was she going to be surprised.
I pointed my c**k in the right direction and brought it to the edge of her s*x. I could feel the wet heat coming from her and it turned me on.
“You’re not going to hurt me are you, Mr. Burglar?”
I smacked her ass hard, told her to shut the f**k up and plunged the entire length of my manhood into her.
“OH MY FU***NG GOD...WHAT THE F**K?” she gasped and moaned in surprise. Her ass shot forward, then back as she slammed it back against me. “Oh f**k, yeah.” Over and over, she slammed that ass against me; each time burying me to the hilt. She came, oh my god, did she or**sm. Over and over, thrust after thrust. I could not believe how well this woman could f**k. I felt my own or**sm beginning to rise and decided to change tactics. I wasn’t even near being done yet. I pulled it out to the edge and made sure it was slippery wet. I slid the head up to her spider hole and heard a noise escape her mouth.
“Ooohhh...” The sound was low and deep.
I pressed the head into her and let the length of me slide in. The low deep ooooh became a deep, primitive womanly moan. The kind of moan a man is never supposed to hear or see.
I nailed that ass like it was mine and she took every inch like a goddamn champ. I looked back and his pink b***r was rock hard and he was watching us and getting off on it.
Good, then you’re going to love this...
I pulled it out of her and smacked her ass. Leaning over, I grabbed a handful of the woman’s hair and pulled her onto the floor, then backwards and close to her husband. I pulled her head back by her hair and she opened her mouth in invitation. I plunged my c**k down her throat and began bobbing her, up and down upon it. I watched as her hand found his pants, then his naked leg. If it had surprised her she didn’t miss a beat. If anything, she started sucking even more vigorously. Her hand slid down the seated man’s thighs and she found his hard, pink c**k. I felt her mouth change as she smiled. Her hand came away and went to her wet p***y and then back to his c**k. Her hand slid up and down him with ease as she sucked me off and hand-jacked her husband.
Her mouth worked wonders and she felt me begin to engorge. She pumped me faster with her mouth and her free hand fist- pumped the first stream of s***k down her throat. I buried it deep for the second stream, pulled it out and let her fist pump the rest onto her blindfolded face. Dutifully, she took the last stream on the tongue and then turned to begin sucking off her husband. With his hands tied behind his back, he could do little but buck his hips into her wanton mouth.
***
She collapsed backward onto the floor, stomach and chest heaving with the effort and exhaustion. She kept the blindfold in place and slowly started to giggle like a girl.
“Oh My F**king God. That was fu***ng incredible!!” she said and her hands slid down to her throbbing freshly f**ked s*x. “Oh my god, you are the best husband ever.” Her hand found my foot and she turned and began to crawl up my leg where I sat on the bed. Revenge is sweet and the beast was still turned on. She found what she was looking for and after a few slides of her mouth, I was hard again. She kept the blindfold on and enjoyed herself by pleasuring me.
He just watched from the chair with his swollen, cut face and broken teeth.
***
All good things must come to an end. She took all of me to the last drop and I turned her to face her husband. She had a bright sheen of sweat across her t**s and stomach and her tongue licked at some of my spouge that had escaped her.
She was ready for more, but I held her by her shoulders and slid one hand around to her throat. She arched and squirmed like a w***e and I smiled.
“Tell her what I told you to tell her,” I said and the volume of my voice startled her. She froze in my grasp and her hands dropped to her sides.
I watched him as he tried to sit forward. His eyes met mine and I could still see the hatred in there.
Good.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked. And I tightened my grip on her throat. This was not what he was supposed to say.
“Oh god baby, yes. This was fu***ng incredible. Thank you so much,” she said and I watched as his eyes came up to meet mine.
“Good baby, I liked it too. Tomorrow morning, I need you to do me a favor...”
“What, baby?” I felt her throat move up and down as she formed the words. She was reacting to the tension in the air and might be getting the feeling that this wasn’t a game. Her hand started to come up to take off the blindfold.
“Leave it on,” he said and that surprised me.
“Okay baby,” she said and let her hand fall back down to her side. “Tomorrow, I need you to go to the bank and withdraw all of the
money in our account. Can you do that for me?”
She remained silent and I felt her relax in my grip. This told me
she knew there was too much money in there too.
She hesitated and chose her words carefully. I could feel her
neck tense with anger.
“Do you want that in large bills or small bills?” She asked as she
titled her head back towards me.
“Big and small will work just fine,” I said and she did something
strange then. She left the blindfold on and gave her husband an unspoken message. To me it felt like “This is your fault. I fu***ng told you.” She leaned back with her elbows resting on my knees and her hair cascaded across my c**k and balls.
I guess someone else is in the mood to get a little payback.
She rode and f**ked me for the rest of the night. Her unbridled passion destroyed him more than any wound I could have inflicted.
***
As the sun rose, we slept where we collapsed. He was still in the chair asleep and she laid butt ass naked and sprawled; her face resting against my manhood. She felt me stir and started my day with a nice bit of lip service. When she was done, she got up, showered and got dressed in a nice business suit. I lay in the bad and watched the ritual.
Once complete, she stood and turned to me. She was actually a very attractive woman.
“You’re not going to hurt me or my children are you?” She asked and stood patiently awaiting my reply.
“No, I am not.”
“Good, then I will be back soon with your money.” She started forward and grabbed a t-shirt up in her hand and tossed it onto her husband’s pink manhood.
She returned with a suitcase full of embezzled cash and handed me the keys to his car.
Stood on her tiptoes and pulled me down to slide her tongue into my mouth.
There were no words exchanged, she simply turned then and opened the front door. I heard her mom voice kick in and she said something about going to grandma’s house. The door slammed shut and I turned towards my new car.
He stood in the window and watched as I got into his car. His hands were still tied behind his back.
It sucks losing everything, doesn’t it? I told you to leave me alone.
Maybe someone will care. But it won’t be me. Call the cops; maybe they can help. The animal rested behind the iron cage. It was satisfied for now, but the promise of its return was guaranteed.
