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Dantes Revenge Pt 02

Dantes Revenge Pt 02

by schnellfic
19 min read
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There is non-consent, sex, oral, deep throat, and humiliation. If you don't like that or don't like degraded or exploited men/women, skip this story, please. And, as always, all the characters are 18 years or older.

It Was Not About Brandon

Brandon had just left and Dante was now alone with Daphne and her mother, Linda. The woman that had bullied him in the past was on the floor, legs still spread and the pussy, cleaned by her husband from Dante's load, was in full view. He looked at Daphne and his hand reached out for her long, silken hair to brush it back behind her ear, allowing for an unrestricted view of her young, perfect face. "She's so beautiful, even more so than her mother ever was," he thought and closed his eyes. He leaned his head back and a broad grin made him look younger. His chest felt like bursting. "Is this how winning feels?" he wondered.

"Come on, Dante, fuck me already," Daphne demanded in an urgent whisper.

He looked at her sternly. "You've to learn your place," he whispered into her ear as he embraced her.

He stepped back, and she looked at him, a picture of lust and longing. Her fists clenched and she looked down to the floor.

"Please, Dante, take me," she said in a trembling voice and he could see her muscles tense.

"Strip!" he commanded but turned away before she could begin, to leisurely walk toward Linda, who was still on her back, staring empty-eyed through the glass roof into the sunny sky.

He stood beside her and studied her body. She had been his dream some 20 years ago, and she was still a beauty. Her breasts were a bit on the saggy side now, but bigger, and the erect nipples were twice the size of her daughter's. His cock stirred and he chuckled. Linda's head turned toward him, and her eyes found their focus.

"Are you satisfied now, Dante?" she asked wearily.

"No, Linda. But I have plenty of time," he said thoughtfully. His right foot balanced over her chest and his big toe gently circled her nipple.

She closed her eyes and sobbed, but didn't turn away, didn't try to fend him off.

"Mandy! Genies!" he yelled.

Daphne was behind him, pressing her perky breasts against his back.

"A moment, Daph, I'm just about finished.

"Yes, Master?" Mandy asked as she arrived with two more of his genies.

He looked up. "This one earned the steel collar..." he began, pointing at Linda, "and shave her, top to toe."

"Yes, Master."

"And chain her to the tree over there," he added in an afterthought.

He turned around to Daphne as the genies, the members of his harem, grabbed Linda's arms and pulled her away. He leaned down and his lips found hers for a long, passionate kiss, that left her breathless.

"But I wanted her to look!" she pouted.

"Don't use all your bullets on the first day, Daph, we've plenty of time to train her," he breathed into her ear.

His penis was between them, pressing against her stomach, and she could feel it getting hotter, hardening, pressing against her. She took it in her hand and turned its head up. He pressed her against his crotch and slowly moved his hips. Her hungry eyes looked at him, her breasts rubbed against him as she began to pant. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back for another kiss. Their breaths came fast.

"His hard cock reaches between my titties," she thought in a daze.

"Dante, please," she begged urgently.

He pressed her down on the plush carpet between the sofas. He grabbed her ankles and bent her slightly spread legs up until her toes touched the carpet beside her head. She winced in pain but kept staring at his erect cock, being only mere centimeters from her hungry pussy. Dante followed her gaze. "I'll keep teasing her," he decided and chuckled. His hip went up and the head of his cock rubbed over her belly on his way down to her open, hungry pussy.

"Yes!" she thought and a moan escaped her lips as the tip of his cock nestled between her labia.

Dante grinned as he watched the face. His hips moved down, getting below her pussy between her legs, then he pushed forward, his shaft pressed against her pussy and rubbing her clit forcefully.

She screamed in disappointment as his balls hit her swollen knob, pushing her over the edge into a forceful climax.

He stopped dead, only his weight pressing the root of his cock against her clit. He rubbed his body against hers. Her warm skin, her erect nipples, he gasped and he felt precum bubble out of his cock. "God, I want to push my cock into her! Make her feel my lust, but I also want to play with her, dominate her, before giving in." His mind raced just as his heart hammered in his chest. His hands grabbed her hair, almost brutally pulling her head up. His painfully erect cock continued to rub over her clitoris as he forced her feet to cross behind her head.

He studied Daphne. His breath came in bursts as he tried to push his lust far enough back, to make her crave his cock even more. Dante cupped her breasts, and pressed them hard, just as he began, to roughly squeeze her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. She screamed as the pain became pleasure and she tried to push her hips against his shaft. "Please, please, please, please, please, please," she moaned. He looked at her contorted face and watched the drool on her cheeks as she wide-eyed began to promise him things, just to end the torment.

"You will be my little slave, my little slut, my little cunt?" he asked in a demanding voice.

"Yes, yes, Dante, whatever you want!"

"Whatever I want?"

"Mmm, Mmm," she winced, "chain me, beat me, degrade me, but Dante, please, please, make me cum!" she sobbed. Her whole body began to shudder when his shaft rubbed over her clit again. She gasped, and her eyes rolled back until only the white was still visible.

His pressed-together teeth were bared and his breathing came ragged and hard. His vision took on a reddish color when he pressed his cock against her clit on its final way back. The head of his cock nestled between her labia again, but this time he moved forward, getting into the right angle, then he pushed. His scream echoed in the room and his harem's women turned their heads to watch. He rammed into her, and her eyes snapped open and bulged as she threw her head back in a silent scream of unadulterated lust. His tip hit her cervix, and his cum exploded into her. The sudden silence was only disturbed by his grunts when another spurt shot into her.

His breaths came hard and labored as he crumbled onto her. "I'm getting too old for this shit," he thought groggily. He forced his head up and looked around till he found Mandy.

"Bring me an empty glass," he demanded.

He propped himself up and looked down on the unconscious, sweaty teen body. His cock was still inside, still hard. He tried to move his hips and she moaned and shivered. He lifted her onto the living room table. He had to hold himself up with one hand on the table as he slowly pulled his cock out. The lewd plop when the cock left the pussy, almost made him laugh. He noticed Mandy and held his arm out for the glass. His legs trembled as he leaned forward to unhinge her legs. He pressed the glass against her crotch, right below the pussy and it caught the pressed-out fluids. He got on a knee and began to rhythmically press her belly to get as much out as possible.

He stood up and held the opaque fluid against the light. He turned and walked toward the place Linda was chained to the tree, leaving Daphne's limp body behind him.

"Hello Linda," he said warmly, admiring the lamps' reflections on her bald head.

"She looked up. "For how long?" she asked meekly.

"How long you're mine?" he asked and she nodded. "156 weeks, to pay for the 110 grand plus interest."

"Can't you just let me go? He's a broken man, and I'll have to leave him," she said in a bitter voice.

"No, Linda." He chuckled menacingly. "It was not about Brandon." She looked up, her face a question mark. "It is about you, about the college, about the whole fucking town that drove me away." She shook her head in disbelief and tears flowed over her face as it dawned on her, that this had just been the beginning of her torment.

"You see, now that I came to money, they all come, dripping with false friendliness, trying to get their hand on my riches. And I will use their greed against them, will ruin them and make them suffer."

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Linda looked into his open, friendly face. "Dante, you don't have to do that. You already showed them how much better you are than them."

"I thought so too, Linda," he said softly, sitting down next to her. "And it had been enough for all the years I drove by with my fancy cars, spending money as if it were toilette paper, making them jealous of my success. But then I met Brandon in the Dean's office. And I felt that, even though he was broke and a loser, he used me to make himself feel better."

He looked up at the clouds passing by. Then his eyes fell back on her and he offered her the glass. She took it, and looked at it, but didn't understand.

"This is freshly out of your daughter's pussy. My sperm mixed with her juices."

She looked at it in disgust.

"You will drink it, and then you will thank me for it," he said casually, and her head snapped up.

"No, Dante, you can't make me do that, please, she's my daughter."

"Oh, Linda, but I can," he said in a threatening voice as his gaze wandered back to Daphne who just stood up and waved.

Linda sobbed and raised the glass.

"And Linda, drink it slowly, savor it."

She shook with disgust, but let the cream-colored liquid roll slowly over her tongue.

He smiled. His index and middle fingers slid effortlessly into Linda's dripping pussy. "Who would have thought that the almighty Linda is turned on when humiliated? You're more of a slut than I thought you were."

For a moment she looked like, she would puke. But then she bravely swallowed a last time. Linda looked up, defiantly, and gave the glass back. "Thank you for the refreshment, Master."

Dante went back to the sitting area and joined Daphne.

"What was that about?" she asked, looking at her strangely altered mother.

"Nothing, really, just driving a point home," he said with a smile. "Come, let's shower and then grab a bite."

One Down

Brandon sat naked in his car and drove over the main road to the other side of town. He had been a bit too fast and was jerked out of his thoughts when the siren wailed for a few seconds behind him.

"Damn, that's Charly. Or perhaps even his deputy, Sarah Mahony. God damn it!" he cursed and stopped at the side of the road.

A look in the mirror confirmed his fear, Deputy Sarah Mahony walked toward his car, her hand firmly placed on her Peace Maker. He leaned back and thought a few years back. He had been until closing hour in Jonny's Bar and as he was thrown out, he bumped into an equally intoxicated Sarah Mahony. She'd been on her way home from her coming-of-age party. He had pulled her into the dark ally and had fucked the rest of her brains out. Sadly, she had never given her consent.

"Papers!" she commanded standing beside the driver's window and clapping with her hand on the roof.

"Sorry, Sarah, I don't have them on me."

"So, Sarah is it now... Please, step out of your car!"

"I can't do that!" he hissed through the open window. "You see how things are!"

"Step out of the vehicle, Or I have to assume you want to obstruct justice," she loudly said, and the first heads turned toward them.

"Please, Sarah," he begged.

She opened the door and pulled him out of the driver's seat with a strength that surprised him. She turned his arm behind his back and shoved him toward the front of his car.

"Spread your legs, bend forward, hands on the hood!" she barked.

Brandon did as she told him to do, his ass up in the air and his hard cock proudly erect pointing forward.

Sarah Mahony grinned. She took off her sunglasses and looked at the miserably Brandon. She knelt beside his head and sought his eyes with hers.

"You know Brandon, I always knew it was you that night. But I could never prove it. But now, I'll process you and I will make sure to get your DNA to compare it to the sticky sperm they scrapped out of my vagina that night.

Brandon closed his eyes and sobbed.

She reached around and took his arms behind his back, where she put the handcuffs over his wrists. Brandon was roughly pulled up and his hard cock slapped against his belly. His eyes darted around and saw into the faces of the crowd. The elderly were disgusted, the men were laughing while the women averted their eyes. He also looked into countless smartphones recording him.

"They'll post that on the internet..." he thought, and the rest of his world crumbled and came down on him.

She pushed him into her car. She drove him toward the Sheriff station after she parked and locked his Cadillac Escalade.

"Don't you wanna beg?" she asked, chewing on her gum.

"No."

She chuckled. "Wouldn't help you anyway," she said as she watched him in the rear mirror.

"The rape will bring you behind bars, you know."

"What rape? Sarah? You begged for my cock to fuck you up your sorry ass!"

"You Bastard!"

"Isn't it you who doesn't know her father? Your mother was a fucking whore, just like you were in that alley! I even paid you..."

"You didn't, you sleaze back!"

"Your word against mine! And you know, who the judge will be! Henry Miller is my pal. You'll only make it into the headlines as the cop who tried to get back at the man who didn't pay her enough!"

They were just out of town, halfway to the Sheriff's office as she pressed her foot on the break and Brandon was thrown hard against the seat. Sarah went around the car, opened the door, dragged him out, and then pushed him to the ground. Her fingers trembled and she had a hard time opening his handcuffs. Then she stepped back and looked down at him. "Get up, asshole!"

Brandon stumbled to his feet. "What do you think you're doing?" he barked.

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"What else? I shoot an attacker," she stated coldly.

"Are you insane?"

"Hey, Brandon, I give you a chance. My Peace Maker is still in its holster. Come, Quarterback, tackle me!"

He roared as he jumped forward. Sarah was surprised at how nimble that fat bastard was, but her hand was faster, and as he was pushing against her, the barrel pressed into his chest, and she pulled the trigger.

"Sheriff? Deputy Mahony... I had to shoot Brandon Weber.

"Hmm? Yes, the naked Mr. Weber. He made me stop, he had to pee he said...

"Yes, Right after I opened his handcuffs, he attacked."

"Sorry, Sir. Yes, I know that he was an upstanding citizen."

"Hmm? Yes, his struggling business might be the reason."

"Of course, I wait till the coroner is here, what else could I do?"

Unexpected

Right after breakfast, Dante had Mandy take care of Daphne's training. He watched his young lover walk away with the most experienced consort of his harem. "Wear her out," he had whispered to the pale redhead, "I need a break..."

"I promised Henry to finish that feature till tomorrow," he thought. "No other way, I have to hit the keyboard now, else, I won't make that deadline," he mumbled as he walked toward his office. Following an impulse, he made a small detour and took Linda to his office.

Whenever he would hit a problem, he would rub her bald head. "His strong hands against my head. I feel closer to him than I ever felt with Brandon," she thought, longing for his touch. She looked up into his face and watched him work. "Get a grip, Linda, you can't fall for him, not now, not ever."

A ping told him, that new local news was available and he opened the page. He leaned back and watched the video showing Brandon's arrest. He read the update to the video, that the suspect was shot in self-defense by the officer on the way to the Sheriff's office. Dante leaned back and looked into the eyes of Linda. "Was that just admiration in her eyes?" He shook his head. "Don't you start to imagine things," he scolded himself.

"Linda, I am sorry, but Brandon..." His voice trailed off and she looked at him, then the town's news page.

"That's Sarah," she said with a hoarse voice and then began to laugh.

"Has she lost it?" he thought, shaken.

"Don't look like that, Dante. I haven't lost it... Sarah Mahony... Brandon, that idiot, raped her one night. Both had been intoxicated, and they didn't have enough on Brandon to get the judge to open a case or allow for a DNA sample. But now, after that performance... She would have him at his hairy balls, and yes, I can easily see him assaulting her to prevent that. But I can also see her shooting him in case he provoked her enough."

"He was your husband, Linda. Isn't there anything you felt for him?"

"What do you think, I never wanted to marry that moron in the first place. If not for you and your damn prank, I'd live and work in San Jose."

"In San Jose?" he asked baffled.

"Yes, I had a ticket in my pocket and a flat in that huge mall of theirs. I had already earned my UI/UX design certificates," she spat bitterly.

"I would have never thought..."

"That the bitch with the bad grades was actually faking it? None of the other blondes would have accepted a nerd." She sighed and looked down.

"I'm sorry Linda. Sorry, that you felt the need to please these blondes. The nerds, I, would have welcomed you in our midst. And, for a time, I really admired you."

"You admired me?" she looked confused.

"Yes, how you stood up to old Springer in chemistry, when he was wrong about that formula. You were like a goddess to me. Such a beautiful mind," he said in a dreamy voice as the scene played out again in his mind."

"You knew that I was intelligent. No one else had even suspected it. Is that why you stood up for me back then and allowed those guys to beat you up?"

"Yes, but you decided to stay on their side, to deny your nature."

"And then, you began to hate me like you hated the other bullies."

"No, Linda, you were worse. You were like me, but chose to bully me because you hated yourself!"

The room fell silent and they both stared holes into the furniture.

"That's so fucked up," Linda finally said and giggled.

"And now, Linda? What now?" Dante asked.

"You tell me? Master?" she said and turned away.

Dante turned his chair and stood up. He opened his pants and shoved them down. He sat again, taking her head with both hands and forcing her between his legs. He pressed his semi-erect cock deep into her mouth. Her tongue massaged his cock's head, and he began to harden inside, his cock grew into her throat and she began to gag.

"Breathe through your nose and concentrate. You learned so much, you'll learn to deepthroat too."

She began to breathe through her nose and calmed down.

The door burst open and Daphne stormed in. "Dad was shot!" she shouted.

Dante was panting hard and Linda had his cock deep inside her throat. "We already know," Dante replied and closed his eyes.

She wanted to say something but Dante's breath hitched and she could see how his body shot his load into her mother's throat. She licked her lips and barely managed to avert her eyes.

"You know, and you still..." she began, but her voice trailed off.

"Daughter, you already found out. I only married him because you were born. There was no love between us. My parents had forced me to marry the father of my child. And Brandon wanted to own me, his trophy. There was nothing else."

Dante stood up and pulled his pants back up. "The past is past. Well, Linda, you will serve your time, one way or the other. Damn, I shouldn't have come back!"

"Where are you going?" Daphne asked.

"I found an error in the server-side code. I've to fix that before someone accidentally corrupts the database."

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