Message-ID: <25257asstr$963522606@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: karen black <karrenblack@my-deja.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <8kkob6$j1q$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Thu Jul 13 15:47:57 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} REVENGE by Karen Black CH 6 Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2000 17:10:06 -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/Year2000/25257> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: Vulpine, newsman Revenge By Karen Black Chapter SIX 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 SIX All the couples stopped talking. They all knew that something was very different about tonight's meeting, but they didn't know what. "As you know," continued Gina, "whoever hosts the evening is in charge of making the rules. And, yours truly is making the rules tonight. They are going to be very different from anything we've done before." "That's okay with us, Gina" said Rachel, with a raucous laugh, "you've always thrown good parties before. We trust you." Gina laughed. "Thanks for your support, Rachel, but you'd better listen to the whole deal before making up your mind. Whenever we've partied in the past, we've had little icebreaker games, but we've always let people pair up as they wished. Tonight." Gina paused for effect. "Tonight we are adding a big twist. We are going to play a game called `Betrayal'. Gina could hear the buzz among the couples. "The risks are going to be a bit higher than games we have played in the past, but the rewards..well, they will be a lot higher, too. My husband and I have fared very well in the last year or two with this company, and tonight we are going to share a little of the wealth we have accumulated. But we are going to do it in the style we love---with a little risk." Now the room was definitely humming. Gina loved it. "Tonight's game is going to be played with wagers on ---for now, let's call it fantasy performances. Real money and real wagers by each couple. And Ben and I are going to give each couple one hundred thousand dollars as a bankroll to start the evening off." "Whoah.are you shitting us?" exclaimed Tom. Everyone in the room laughed, but was equally curious. "Why, no," said, Gina, imitating his drawl, "A'hm not shitting you." Tom laughed, not missing the mimicry. "Okay, then, darling. Then, tell us what the real deal is." "The real deal is that you are each going to get one hundred thousand dollars." "Then, we go home, right?" he said, straight faced to much laughter. "Uh.no," said Gina. "that's where the game comes in. If you will recall, earlier tonight, we gave each of you a booklet of over a hundred video sex scenes, each on a tear-out page. We asked you to tear out six scenes that appealed to you and to put them in a large box." Gina held up two large black boxes. "One for the men; one for the women." "And I must say," Gina said with a lascivious smile, "one of the boxes is filled with some very naughty stuff." The women snickered, knowingly. "I was talking about the women's box," said Gina with a hearty laugh. The men let out whoops of laughter. Then, as the laughter settled, Tom said, "Hmm.that kind of makes you think, doesn't it guys?" "About time," said Cathy. And then it was the women's turn to laugh. "Ahem," interrupted Gina, "If I may continue. We didn't want either of the sexes getting inhibited in what video scenes they selected, so we gave you separate boxes. But now." Gina took the lid off another large black box near her feet and emptied the contents of each of the two smaller boxes into it. She looked up and smiled mischievously. "Now, we have a big communal box of video scenes to draw from." "Personally," said Gina, with undisguised delight, "here's where I think the game gets really interesting. We ladies are going to turn the tables on the gents a little bit tonight. Usually, it's the men who do the straying off the ranch.the .betraying, if you will." "You got that right," said Candi, without hesitation. Gina looked at her with a little bit of surprise. "Hmmm..and so young, too. Well, it just proves my point, guys. We get cynical pretty early." "Hey, come on," said Hugh, a little defensively, "we haven't all screwed around on our women." "Oh, please," said Cathy, looking at him with an arched eyebrow that every man in the room recognized. Hugh looked at her with an expression that said, "What?" Cathy cocked her head and her eyes widened in incredulity. "What?" Said Hugh. "Give it up, boy," said Tom in his slow draw, "women don't forget nothin'. Guarantee it." Even the men laughed at Tom's zinger. "Geez..," said Hugh, trying to laugh his way out of his predicament, but failing. He shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, okay. But it was when we were dating." Cathy snorted, as if trying to clear her system of something distasteful, and took a big gulp of her drink. "I forgave you long ago," she said to Hugh, "but you really were a shit then, you know that?" "Can't win an argument against a woman's packaderm memory," said Tom. "Nope. No can do." "And he oughta know," said Rachel, "cuz he's lost a trunk full of arguments." The couples were laughing again and Gina took that opportunity to jump back in. She held her hand out to the audience and said, "I rest my case. Men are more likely to betray than women." "They are just sneakier, is all," said Tom, unable to resist a final retort. "Mmm..," said Gina, relenting a little, "maybe so. This game will give you a chance to find out. And I guarantee that you guys won't be left out of any of the action tonight. In fact, you'll do all the wagering. It's going to be a little like poker with four cards up. You know what the hands are, but you have to guess what the last card will be before you wager." "Okay," Chad said, jumping into the mix, "I like poker. Tell us how we play the game." "Love to, Chad," said Gina, "We will have two hats, one filled with a husband's name on each slip; one filled with a wife's name on each slip. At the beginning of each round, we select a woman's name from the hat and announce it. Then we escort her offstage into a private room we have down below." Gina scanned the audience for a reaction. She saw shrugs of indifference from the women. So far, so good. She continued. "Then we draw a video scene from the big box and play the matching video clip that we have stored on a dvd. The woman will be watching a TV showing the same clip that the others are seeing on the big screen in this room." The talking had stopped now. Gina could see that they were hooked. Maybe not participants, yet, but interested. "Those are .the cards, if you will, that are face up. The guys know what the scene is and who the woman is. Now.here's the first wager..or bet." Gina smiled devilishly. "The guys have to bet on whether or not the woman will agree to re-enact the video scene." "Whooh.," said Tom, appreciatively, "That's a hot bet, all right." He glanced over at his wife and was disconcerted to see that she was absent- mindedly stroking the inside of her thigh. "You said `first bet' honey," drawled Rachel, "what's the second?" "Well", said Gina, glad that Rachel was acting as her shill, "while the woman is still in the offstage room, she draws a name." Gina looked steadily at each of the women and gave them a knowing smirk. ".Or names from the men's hat, depending upon the video scene. She calls up the name or names to me and I make an announcement. And then, the men make their second wager of the round as to whether or not the woman will complete the scene with the chosen men." "Wow." said Cathy, under her breath. But Rachel heard what Cathy said. "Ditto to that honey." This was going right on track, thought Gina. Even though she was the owner's wife, she was plugged into the women's network at work. She knew who the randiest women in the company were. And as much of a surprise as it might be to their husbands, they were all here. Right in this room. "We have to do the scene?" asked Candi, tentatively, "I mean, regardless?' Gina knew Candi might be the weak link. She didn't hesitate. "No, of course not. "The woman selected for the scene has total control. If she wants out, that's it." "Hmm.." Said Candi, mollified for the moment. And intrigued. "So, how does the wagering work," asked Derk. "I mean, I'm just a visitor tonight and won't be playing, but I was curious." "Well, Derk," said Gina playfully, "You get a hundred thousand, just like the others. We don't discriminate against officers of the company." Gina went with the ensuing laughter. "But you have to stay, if you want to play. Anyway, we have a minimum total wager for each round of five thousand. The first wager pays triple, if your guess is right; the second wager pays double. And the guy whose mate is performing gets a bonus ten thousand if he's right. The house pays those wagers---and Ben and I are the house. Whoever wins the most from those wagers wins the round, and takes the other players' bets." Gina could see the couples doing calculations. "That's right," she purred, "with nine or ten rounds coming up, several of you are going to leave with a lot of dough." "Can we stay and watch if we lose?" asked Chad. The other men snickered. Ahh, the innocence of youth, thought Gina. But actually, Chad's question was well timed. "Well, that brings up a good point. This is a game of risk. Actually, you can stay if you lose," said Gina, "but only if you drop out because you've lost all your money." Gina's good-natured smile disappeared momentarily. "If your mate won't do a scene, you're out. We'll let you keep twenty thousand for being a good sport, but that's it." Gina let the group absorb the darker side of the game. Then like `good cop-bad cop', she came back with honey for the sour lemons she had just dished out. "But, sweetie," Gina said brightly, flashing her winning smile again, "if your mate hangs in there and does the scenes---even if you've lost all your money---we are going to give you a promotion. And the grand winner of the evening-whoever makes the most money---will be guaranteed tenure at the company for the next five years." Gina looked around the room and then settled her gaze on Derk. "Guaranteed tenure." she repeated, ".for five years." The room buzzed again with husband-wife conversations. Then, a familiar voice punched through the voices. "What if," said Tom, speaking even slower than usual, ".what if the woman does the scene.but.you know.." He looked around for help from the guys, but he faced blank stares. "I mean, what if she does the scene, but..just.." He flipped his hand over, palm up. "Dogs it?" offered Candi. Tom laughed, relieved to be let off the hook. "Yeah, what if she dogs it?" Good old Tom, thought Gina. She could count on him to bring up the negative. He probably wouldn't be here except for his ravishing and extremely randy wife. But Gina was ready for his question. The other guys would have thought of it eventually anyway. Before Gina could answer, she heard a familiar voice from the back of the room. It was Ben. He was back from the dressing rooms. "Actually," said Ben, "Gina and I gave that matter a lot of thought. I think we came up with a rather simple solution." Ben walked toward the stage and pointed to a row of small green LED lights mounted above the TV. "There are five green lights. We have invited a special guest --- let's call her the moderator---to participate in tonight's activities. Her role will be to control the lights. If she feels the performance is anything less than what is in the video, she will change the lights to red, one by one. If four red lights are on by the end of the performance, then the woman will be judged as not having completed the performance." "Agreeable?" asked Gina, pleasantly. "Sure," said Rachel, "why not? The more women the merrier." "But who is she," said Candi, genuinely curious. Gina jumped in quickly. "A swinger that Ben and I know from another group. Since she's new to this group and will be privy to some special stuff going on tonight, we want you to meet her and vote on her participating. Fair?" Tom shrugged and said, "Sure." Gina looked around the room and saw a similar reaction. "Okay, then," she said, relaxing a little. "I'll be back in a second. I just have to make a couple of arrangements with my husband." Actually, thought Gina, the moderator was her idea. Oh, she and Ben had talked about it all right, but he had left the recruiting up to her. This was one of the more risky points in her game plan. She needed this person to set up the Gavin's ultimate humiliation. Ben was in for a big surprise. If she could get him past this one, he'd have the ride of his life with the Gavin women. Gina sidled up to Ben and put her hand around his back. "Going like I said it would?" she said, stroking his back, and letting her hand dip slightly into the waistband of his briefs. "Oh, yeah," said Ben, grinning. "You should have seen the expression on Carol's parents." He stopped. "And you devil. Not telling me about Derk's parents." "I thought you'd get a kick out of that," Gina said. She let her hand slide further down into his briefs until she cupped one of his ass cheeks. "You trust me with the rest of the evening?" "Completely," he said. "Yes, I see," said Gina looking at the growing bulge in the front of his briefs. She took her other hand and stroked his cock through the fabric. "Still want to fuck the Gavin women?" she said innocently. "Shit, you'd better, believe it." "Then just go with the flow tonight, honey." "Sure," Ben said. "Why wouldn't I?" "Just checking," she said. "I've got to go introduce our moderator." "Who is it, anyway?" "You'll see," said Gina, giving him a smile with a hint of mystery. Gina walked to the stage and stepped back into the pool of light that had become her showcase. "Are you ready to meet the moderator," she asked, acting a bit like a cheerleader introducing the football captain. "Yes," said several of the guests in the audience. "Great," said Gina, savoring the moment. "Here's how the introduction and voting is going to go down. The moderator is going to come out. I'll introduce her to you. Then, she is going to be given an opportunity to .let's just say, show her stuff a little.so you know she's a capable judge of tonight's activities. Then we vote. Simple enough?" "Yep," said Tom. "Why, thank you Tom," said Gina kiddingly, "for speaking for the group so forcefully. By the way. Since our moderator doesn't know whether or not she will be part of the group until you vote for her, we're asking everyone---including her---to put on these silk hoods." Gina slipped a scarlet silk hood over her head. It was tight fitting, so that the eye, nose and mouth openings would stay in place. "Voila," said Gina. Then she handed the hoods to Cathy for her to distribute. After a bit of mutual kidding, the group donned the hoods agreeably, albeit with a bit of snickering about S&M activities to follow. When the group had settled down, Gina motioned with her hand for a person, apparently offstage, to come out. The woman that stepped out of the shadows was clad in the same red silk hood as everyone else. So the group couldn't tell anything about her face or her hair color. But her figure was stunning. She wore a tight pullover blouse and a short mini skirt. Her legs were long and smoothly muscled. She wore stiletto-heeled shoes that forced her tight ass to thrust out slightly as she walked. When she joined Gina at the center of the stage, she put one hand on her hip in a sultry stance worthy of any runway model. Gina looked at the group with an expression that said, "nice huh?" "Turn sideways, hon," said Gina. The woman turned sideways, revealing a spectacular profile of her breasts. Her blouse curved out and back in a perfect cone that defied gravity. "Fucking A", whispered Tom in admiration. Rachel nudged him hard with her elbow. "Contain yourself, Bluto. Silicone." "Or a teenager," whispered Cathy. Gina heard the women, but ignored them. "Take off your blouse and skirt, honey.. but slowly." The woman obeyed and slowly pulled the blouse up over her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra. As she pulled the blouse up over her head, her firm breasts flattened and then relaxed only slightly as she lowered her arms. They stood out proudly like white canon shells, tipped with lusciously thick nipples. Gina knew that the women in the audience knew almost immediately that the moderator wasn't an adult woman, no matter how well endowed. But it was taking the men a minute to realize that his wasn't a silicone stuffed woman. "Now, turn around and bend over, hon. Take down your, skit." The woman turned around and slid her skirt down over her firm ass cheeks. She was wearing bright blue thong panties. And the thong strap disappeared tantalizingly between her tight cheeks. "Damn," said Hugh outloud. "She's quite a package, huh," offered Gina. "And a bit young for this, don't you think?" said Rachel, surprising Gina by throwing cold water on the growing erections in the room. But Gina knew Rachel's weak spot. At least, she hoped her female informant was right. "OK, she's a teenager. So what? Why don't we let her introduce herself to you," said Gina amiably, "and then you can make a decision as to whether or not she's too young." Gina motioned to the teenage girl to go over to Rachel. The teenager went to Rachel and knelt down between the older woman's bare legs. Wasting no time, she pulled down Rachel's bra straps and then unfastened her bra, freeing what had to be the largest set of tits in the room. Gina heard several men let out a soft gasp of appreciation as Rachel's DD cup breasts spilled out of their silky lair. Even in a relaxed state, her brown nipples were almost three-quarters of an inch in length. The teenager leaned over, and through the mouth opening in her hood, sucked in one the woman's huge nipples. Rachel tilted her head back and let out a soft sigh of pleasure. The teenager worked on the nipple of each of her breasts for several minutes until the older woman was almost gasping. Then, the teenager put her hands under the woman's knees and pulled her forward on the couch, until her silk clad pussy was at the edge of the seat. She moved the panties aside gently and plunged her head deep into Rachel's furry red nest. Soon, Rachel was gasping again. Pulling back her head, the teenager looked up at Rachel and smiled. Her red lips were coated with pussy juice. Rachel couldn't resist kissing her slowly. "Hmmm." Rachel said, as she broke off the kiss. She looked around the room, with a dreamy look on her face. "This kid has got one hell of a tongue, I'll tell you that." "Old enough," said Tom, laughing. "And then some," said Rachel. We're off to the races, thought Gina smugly, as she watched the girl proceed to give Tom a loving blowjob. "Oh, man, is she good," said Tom, as he watched the teenager's head bob on his throbbing cock. "Sorry to do this," said Gina, giving Tom her best look of empathy, "but we have to move along the introductions if this party isn't going to last until tomorrow night." She motioned for the girl to go over to Hugh and Cathy. Soon, the couples heard moans and sighs coming from their couch as well. Yep, thought Gina, right on schedule. She went over to where Derk and Carol were talking with Ben. Pulling Derk aside, she said, "still plan on leaving early?" Derk saw the devious look on her face and didn't take the bait. "Just looking tonight. I'm not sharing my wife with any of the goons in here. Period." "Not even for a shot at tenure for five years," she asked coyly. The smile disappeared from his face. "I don't believe that's an issue for an officer with my record, is it?" Gina looked at him and said evenly, "no, of course not." But she knew she had rattled him. "Well, then," she said, nodding toward the teenager who was now going down on Candi, "how about for the chance at doing her?" She moved her hand down the front of his stomach until she felt the thickening rope of his cock under the fabric of his briefs. "She's a stunner, I'll give you that," he said. Gina felt his cock hardening. "And how about the chance of fucking me," she said lasciviously. "In my little asshole?" She felt his cock jump at her words. That definitely got to him. "Maybe another time?" he ventured weakly. "Don't think so," she said firmly. "You have to stay ..to play. Remember?" "Yeah," he said, like a man losing his shot at the lottery. The teenager was now on her knees in front of Ben. She struggled to get the tip of Ben's huge cock in her mouth. Even from a few feet away, Gina heard Ben's moan, when the teenager's lips finally managed to slip over his cockhead. Ben did have an amazingly thick cock, Gina thought. There were times when she had a hard time taking him in, too. When Ben looked over towards her, he silently mouthed a deliriously happy `thank you.' Gina nodded `you are welcome.' Gina motioned the teenager over to her. The teenager came over and dropped down on her knees in front of Derk. Before he could react, she had taken his nearly erect cock out through the fly of his brief. Derk's cock wasn't as thick as Ben's but it was a long horse cock, nonetheless. The girl paused, as if deciding how to attack it. Then she just plunged her head down on it greedily. Derk let out a gasp as the girl managed to get almost five inches of his cock into her steamy mouth. He looked over at his wife and was surprised to see that the sight of his cock sliding past the girl's eager lips didn't as shock her as much as mesmerize her. The teenager would have happily spent the rest of the night sucking on this trophy cock, but Gina had a schedule. "Your turn," said Gina, looking at Carol. Before she could protest, Ben leaned her over a barstool and pulled down her panties. Ben grinned at Derk. "You don't mind, do you Derk? I mean, what's good for the goose." The teenager spread the blonde's firm ass cheeks and buried her face in the woman's wispy haired pussy. In less than a minute, Carol was moaning at the teen's tonguing of her clit. "Oh..God, that's .good," she said, panting between her words. The teenager lifted her head momentarily and licked the pussy juices off her lips. "Hmmm..." she said, and then plunged her head back into the hot swamp of Carol's dripping pussy. Finally, Gina pulled the teenager away. "Please.oh, don't," protested Carol "Don't stop?" teased Ben. He looked at Derk good- humoredly. "Well, here's one-half of the team that doesn't want to leave the party." Gina looked at Carol and gave a dismissive snort. She turned to Derk. "I can't believe you'd give up such a night of fun for that little slut. I mean, such honor and nobility and...correctness.you are bestowing on her. What a regular guy, you are Derk." She slid her hand down the front of his briefs to where his glistening cock still poked out through the fly. Stroking the tip of the monstrous staff, she said, "Funny thing. The accountant that we had doing an audit last week said that you weren't a regular guy at all with the books. In fact, he said that there were some very irregular things that you did with the Puerto Rico accounting.just recently." Derk's eyes opened wide. "What?" "Oh, we can talk about it later when you are deciding on staying or not," Gina said sweetly. "I've got to get back to the group." She left with the teenager in tow. As Gina headed back to the stage, she was surprised at how nervous she was. Well, after all, she thought, this is one of the pivotal moments of the night. But she hadn't been tentative so far, and she wasn't about to pull up short now, either. On the stage, she teased the audience by tugging gently on the teenager's silk hood, as if to pull it off. "Go on," yelled Hugh, from the back of the room. "Let's see her. She's in." Gina laughed. "Gee, thanks for the majority vote, Hugh. But we have one point to clear up. I think the women caught on pretty quickly that she is not exactly as old as we are. But since we've all had a little fun with her.and it's.." Gina looked up at one of the cameras. ".on the record.well, then we are all in this together." Gina looked around the room, letting them absorb what she had said. "If any of you have any second thoughts about this, leave now. Because as soon as I take off this hood, it's too late. You are in it as deep as we are." Rachel spoke up. "Gina for a chance at that tongue again I'd sign away my...Tom for five years." The room exploded with laughter. "How about the rest of you?" said Gina, closing in for the kill. "Do you vote her in as a participant for the night? Let's see some hands." Everyone in the room raised their hands. "Great!" said Gina. "Well, then," she said, milking the moment for all it was worth, "I'd like you to meet..." Gina pulled off the teenager's hood. "Tami." The teenager shook her head and a glorious mane of thick black hair cascaded down to her shoulders. Her face was smooth and free of any blemish. And except for the provocative red lipstick, her face was angelic. "Tami," said Tom, "you are one fucking hot young lady." Rachel looked at the teenager's perfect skin and bullet breasts and muttered, "emphasis on young." "Whatever, hon," said Tom, still dazzled by the girl's beauty, "the cat's out of the bag now." Gina looked across the room and found Ben. His face was sheet white. Gina nudged Tami in the direction of Ben. She walked over and stood before him for a few seconds in silence. A coy smile slowly formed on her face, as she dropped down on her knees and lifted his still glistening cock with her small hands. She looked up at him and said sweetly, "Hi, Daddy." And then she kissed the shiny knob of his thickening cock with her wet schoolgirl lips. End of Chapter SIX Author's Note: If you like what you have read so far, send your Comments to me. Either post at this site, or Email me at : karrenblack@my-deja.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+