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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.
End of Chapter FIVE
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