Message-ID: <25165asstr$963367813@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: karen black <karrenblack@my-deja.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <8kg2l5$7qa$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Tue Jul 11 21:13:27 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} REVENGE by Karen Black Chapter 5 Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2000 22:10:13 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/25165> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, IceAltar Revenge By Karen Black Chapter FIVE Warning: This fictional story is intended for mature adults over the age of 18. If you do not meet these criteria, then go elsewhere. This story is fiction, but deals with adult subject matter. If such offends you then you should stop here. If you begin to read and start to feel offended then stop reading at that point. Author's note: This is a multi-chapter story about a couple's revenge on another couple. It involves control, deception, sexual games, humiliation, domination, incest, nc and cons sex. If I get feedback that you like the direction of the story, I'll submit more. Let me know, either by posting at this site, or email: karrenblack@my-deja.com Chapter Five As Ben made his way to the dressing rooms below the stage, he marveled at how Gina had put together this whole evening. But he was having trouble believing that she had actually coerced Carol's children and parents to coming over to the house this evening. Based on the way she had orchestrated entrapping Derk and catching Carol on tape having sex with her own children and parents, well, if Gina said she had done it, then she had done it. Ben had just flown in from Buenos Aires that day, and had arrived at home just in time to greet the first guests at seven PM. So he hadn't been home at six, when Gina received the special guests who were now in separate dressing rooms. Gina and Ben had the dressing rooms installed as a bit of a lark. They had more money than they knew what to do with, and the idea of having lushly appointed dressing rooms for their stage performers---even if they were just friends-appealed to them. It was Gina's idea, Ben remembered, to have a special spy room between the two dressing rooms, so that they could watch the occupants if they chose. They had only done it once or twice. And Ben had to admit that it was a real turn on to see-especially for him-a woman undress and primp, even talk to herself, as she was preparing to go on stage. He stopped at a plain gray painted door between the more elaborate oak doors of the two dressing rooms. It looked like the service entrance for utilities. Ben punched in a code on a nearby panel that controlled access to all the doors. After waiting for the soft click of the electric lock opening, Ben stepped inside a small room that was dimly lit from the glow of TV monitors. Ben took a seat at a small electronic console. Man, he thought to himself as he looked at the two monitors, the magic of today's hi- tech video equipment. Each room has hidden hi-resolution pencil lens cameras---slightly larger versions of the lenses the detective had used. The monitors showed the same people that had been in the detective's tape. Carol and Derk's two teenage daughters, their teenage son, and Carol's parents. "I'll be damned," muttered Ben. "She did it. They're all here." Ben couldn't help taking a moment to ogle the woman and the two teenage girls. However old Carol's mom was---and she had to be over 55 or so, Ben figured---she was a stunner. Built like a brick shit house and perfectly coifed. Just like her daughter. And the girls. Man, they were tantalizing little tarts nearing the prime of their womanhood. Hard bodied and just beginning to fill out at the hips and tits. Even with T-shirts on, Ben could see they had already inherited the bullet shaped breasts of their mother and grandmother. Ben ached to fondle those breasts. He remembered Gina's promise and her stern warning to follow her plan if he wanted to get his reward of fucking them He looked at his watch. Five to eight. Almost showtime. Gina had been specific about eight o'clock, so he bided his time. She had been a master of timing so far, and he wasn't about to mess up her plan now by going off track. Maybe she wanted them to sweat a while before he played the tape. He slid a copy of the detective's videotape into a VCR. This VCR was connected to a large screen TV in dressing room one. Then he turned up the gain on the hidden mikes so he could listen in to room one. Carol's mom was talking. "Well, the food she put out was okay, but I'm leaving at eight-oh- one if a video doesn't start playing, I'll tell you that." Her husband looked over with a tired expression and waived a piece of paper. "This receipt for our hotel visits means we'll wait, I think." "That might have gotten us to come here," she said petulantly, "but it doesn't prove anything." "Then how do you explain them being here," he asked, nodding toward Carol's children. "Just because the little ." she stopped, checking herself. "Just because they are here, doesn't mean she knows anything." "Oh, she knows," the teenage boy interjected. He was absent- mindedly rolling a thoroughly read magazine in his hands. Ben got his first look at the teenager. He was as lean as his dad, and almost as tall, but put together pretty well. Light brown hair and strongly chiseled features. Most girls would probably think he was good looking, Ben imagined. Maybe a little older than he first thought when Ben had seen him in the detective's tape, but in his mid teens, anyway. "What do you mean, `she knows', you little shit," the woman said, dropping all pretense of the adoring grandmom. "What did you tell her?" "Nothing, grams," the boy said nonchalantly. "Don't you call me that, young man," she hissed. "Sure. Whatever," the boy said, not intimidated. "She said she knew everything about our meetings at the hotel. The times. The room. She even described what we did." Carol's mom looked astonished. "She showed you the receipts?" "Nope." "Then why did you believe she had something on us?" The boy looked at the woman with an expression that clearly had that teenage look of "duh." The woman backed off, flustered. She started rummaging through her purse. "I'm having a joint. I can't take this." While his wife lit up, Carol's dad said, "OK, then what did she say to you that made you come here tonight?" "That," the boy said, nodding toward his grandmother. "What?" she said, looking up in surprise. "The dope," answered the boy. "She said you would give us all the dope we wanted if we kept our mouths shut about the hotel meetings and what we saw here tonight." "And you'd give each of us an allowance of a hundred a week," one of the girl's joined in. "Oh, is that right," said their grandmother, barely containing a contemptuous laugh. She smiled sweetly. "Let's see. An unending supply of grass for three little brats and a weekly allowance of three hundred. Times 52 weeks. Why, that's only....what?" "Twenty-five to thirty thousand," said her husband. "Why, thank you babe," the woman said. "Yes, twenty-five to thirty thousand a year. Oh, we should be able to easily handle that out of our retirement and social security, don't you think, dear?" Her husband didn't answer. He looked miserable. Carol's mom leaned forward in her chair. "Listen, you little fuckheads. She got you to come here on that? You think we can afford that kind of shit? How are we supposed to do that?" "Because," said the boy, still not intimidated, "she said she was going to give you two a hundred grand each year for the next five years if you kept your mouth shut and played along with them tonight." Carol's parents were dead silent as they absorbed what the boy said. "A hundred grand?" said Carol's dad, at last, almost hopefully. His wife shot him a look of contempt. "Really, Greg. Please come back to earth, would you?" "A hundred grand?" repeated Greg. "Yeah," said the boy, "a hundred grand. She didn't look like she was kidding to me." He looked around at the exquisitely appointed room, filled with expensive furniture and art. "I mean, look at this place. They got money. Probably pocket change to them." Carol's mom began looking around the room. Ben could see she was furiously thinking. Trying to climb inside Gina's mind. Figure out her plan. One of the twins giggled nervously, "And she said if we liked what we did in the hotel rooms, we'd really like what might happen tonight." "Uh huh," the other twin joined in, "She said there might even be something for us with her son Tad." "He's so bad," the first twin said, and began giggling again. The boy snorted at the twins. "Yeah, whatever. I'm in it for the dope and the money. I can get my own action. And there will be plenty of dough left for you grams." This time, his grandmother didn't chastise him. She was thinking. Wondering what was on the video they were supposed to be seeing shortly. And why were the Parkers going to pay them to keep their mouths shut? And what did `playing along' mean? "She was serious," added the boy. "I'm telling you, she wasn't fooling around about the offer." Indeed she wasn't, thought Ben, as he turned off the sound to room one. He punched the play button on the video and watched for a minute as the detective's tape played out the images captured at Carol's last tryst with her parents and children. Ben laughed to himself as he saw her mother taking deeper drags on her joint. This was sweet, he thought. Couldn't happen to a nicer family. He turned to the monitors showing room number two and turned up the sound. Gina had been very mysterious about this couple. It was the other couple that had joined in on the hotel meeting with Carol and her children. The couple appeared to be in their early fifties. The man was handsome, tall and had brown hair. The woman was a looker, too, only about five feet five, but with generous tits and a well kept body. Her brown hair was carefully pulled back in a French roll. She had a shapely ass that could only be described as a bubble butt. Ben had the vague thought that he wouldn't mind nailing that ass. Ben knew that Gina's detective hadn't been able to tape this couple, so he had no idea what Gina had on the second videotape. The couple wasn't talking at the time, so he slid the second tape into the auxiliary VCR and pushed the play button. Ben watched the monitor playing the video with interest. He was surprised to see Carol come on the screen. "Shirley, Derk. This, is me....obviously," Carol began nervously. Derk? Thought Ben. What's that about? Then it dawned on him. That's right. Derk Gavin was actually Derk Jr. Holy fuck. This is Derk's mom and dad. Had to be. "By now," Carol continued, "you know that the Parkas know about our meetings at the Princeton Hotel." Ben saw Derk Sr. throw down a piece of paper he had in his hand and shake his head. "Anyway," said Carol, "They don't have videotape on you with me and the children, but they do have videotape with me doing ..let's just say what you turned me on to. After you hit on me, Derk, at that company Christmas party and suggested a threesome with your wife, I got hooked. I, uh." Carol stopped talking and looked slightly off camera as if she was being prompted in some way by someone. Gina, Ben realized. "Let's just say, that after you suggested getting the children involved, I .." She stopped again and her mouth became a thin line of resistance. The image jumped slightly, as if the taping had stopped briefly. Then she began talking again. "I liked it. I liked it a lot. And I .did it with another couple." Derk and Shirley looked at each other in genuine surprise. "She's got nothing on us," whispered Shirley. "Looks that way," answered Derk. They relaxed a little, but still were curious about what this had to do with them. "The Parker's have told me that they are more than willing to hand the tape over to Derk---and maybe even the police---if I don't cooperate with them. I'm not going to go into what they want from me.." Carol stopped once more and looked steadily into the camera. She was off script, now. "But I tell you this, Derk .Senior," she said menacingly, "You got me into all of this. If they turn over the tape, I'm not going down without taking you two with me." She waved a piece of paper in front of the camera. "I've got the same receipt for the hotel meeting that you have. Derk and the police will believe my story." "It's still circumstantial," said Shirley, "isn't it?" "Her children," said Derk, sighing in resignation, "they are the wild card. They can spill the beans." "The Parkers said...they said that right about now, you are wondering about my children." Damn, thought Ben. Gina's good. Gotta hand it to that little wench. She's smart as hell. "My kids could definitely do you in. The police will believe a kid's story, no matter what. I don't know how Gina did it, but she had a meeting with them and they say they aren't going to say anything. The only thing they would tell me about the meeting is that they were sure that you were going to be generous with." Gina stuttered, clearly choking on this next part of her rehearsed script. "with the hundred thousand they are going to give you tonight. And for the next five years." "Hundred thousand," said Shirley incredulously. "Give....us?" "The Parkers said that if you two and I play along with their activities tonight, you get a hundred thousand and the tape stays in locked vault offshore." Carol leaned into the camera. "What I may have to do tonight is my own business, but I swear, if you don't do exactly what they want...if you mess anything up, I'm taking you down." Carol looked off camera and then added, "And they said that you might as well relax and go with the flow. That if you enjoyed the hotel meetings, you would definitely enjoy tonight's activities." She checked off camera one more time and then nodded her understanding. "And besides, they said you don't have any choice." The videotape ended. Ben was stunned at the elegance and savage intelligence of Gina's plan. There was no traceable blackmail leading back to her and Gina. Derk could be fired legitimately at any time with normal accounting audits. Carol had nothing but a copy of hotel receipts that could be obtained by anyone. Carol's parents were being paid with offshore money, as were Derk's parents. Who would believe a story that they were being blackmailed by being paid? And the kids were being controlled by payments from their own grandparents. This was absolutely delicious. Ben left the small control room with a huge grin on his face. Tonight was going to be amazing, he realized. What on earth did Gina have planned for that miserable family? Then he remembered Gina's promise that he would be fucking each of the Gavin women before the evening was over. He felt his cock getting rock hard. Yep, this evening was going to be amazing. 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