Husband's Revenge

Linda's GPS announced her arrival at her destination as she pulled off the side road and coasted across the car park toward the front of the warehouse. Lifting the hood of her shell jacket over her head to protect her from the rain, she grabbed her canvas bag from the passenger seat and darted outside, avoiding the waterlogged potholes as she ran toward the building. The steel roll-up door in front of her was open a few feet, and she ducked under it and into the warehouse, shaking herself to rid her of the water.

Inside, the building looked smaller than she'd imaged it would be. A small office stood just off to the left, but the rest of the space was open plan with various tables, shelving, and lockers shoved against the walls. Overhead, typical florescent lighting flooded the room, while thick wire embedded in the support beams hung a few meters above the floor. In the center of the room, two men stood watching her, cigarette smoke wafting upwards and swirling in the breeze from the open door.

"Name?" the taller of the men demanded as he threw his butt down and ground it into the cement floor with his shoe.

"Linda. We spoke on the phone," Linda replied nervously. Suddenly, alone in a warehouse with these two strangers she felt very isolated and very unsure of herself. She held up the bag for the men to see, trying to move things along: "I brought the money. All of it."

"Hmm," the man grunted and walked forward to take it from her hand before wordlessly turning and chucking it to his partner. "So you want your husband dead, right? No second thoughts?"

Linda gathered her resolve and looked the man squarely in the eye as she answered. "This is what I want. He's a bastard and I want out. He's not the type of man who would agree to a divorce." In response, the man just looked at her for what seemed like an age, before the sound of the office door opening made Linda spin around.

"I'm so happy to hear you say that, honey," her husband said calmly as he stepped onto the warehouse floor. "It would have really upset out plans for you if you'd backed out."

"John," Linda gasped as she backed away. "What's going on?"

"Apparently you're trying to have me killed," Linda's husband grinned. "A bit of advice though; next time you may try and avoid contacting the people that work for me. They tend to be quite loyal." Turning to face the man with the money, "Is it all there?" he asked. The man nodded in the affirmative. Good," he said, "that's yours then, as we agreed." Then, looking at his wife once again he spoke to his men, "Now, secure my loving wife please."

Linda shrieked as firm hands immediately grabbed her wrists and brought them to her front. Dangling a set of padded handcuffs in front of her face, one of the men rolled up her sleeves and tantalizingly slowly snapped them over her wrists so that the sound of each ratchet was clearly audible over the girl's struggles.

"No! Let me go!" Linda screamed as she kicked out at the men holding her. Easily held in place despite the fight, Linda started sobbing as she watched a length of rope being looped over one of the overhead wires before one end was securely tied to the chain between her handcuffs. While one of the goons griped her tight to prevent her from running, the other walked away with the other end of the rope until Linda felt her arms being drawn up over her head. Stood by the wall, the second man continued to pull until Linda was forced onto tiptoes before tying the rope to a bolt anchored in the wall.

"No, John," Linda gasped and pleaded to her husband between sobs as she shook in her restraints. "Please, I didn't mean it, please. You have to believe me!"

"Sorry, darling," her husband answered and then nodded at the man stood behind her. "Help her out of her jacket, Mike." Reacting to his cue, the man behind her grabbed the collar of her shell and cut from the collar down her right sleeve with kitchen scissors. As the cuff split, he directed his attention to the other sleeve and pulled the remnants of the jacket off her back as the garment fell away. Underneath, Linda wore a long-sleeve t-shirt and, at other nod from her husband, this too was cut away leaving her in just a plain white bra. While her John continued to watch dispassionately, Mike's ran his hands lightly down her back before running them around her waist and down her exposed belly causing Linda's breathing to quicken. As his fingers reached her jeans, he gradually worked the button lose before sliding down the zip and exposing her matching underwear to her husband. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of the jeans, he gave a quick tug and brought he material down to just above her knees, showing off her shapely thighs. As he stepped back, he roughly grabbed her hair tie and pulled it off her ponytail in one quick motion, causing her hair to cascade free.

John lent back on the edge of a discarded table as he appraised his wife. Her arms were tightly secured above her head, stretching her to her full length as she balanced on her toes. Her unmade hair hung freely, barely covering her shoulders while the tops of her breasts were clearly visible above the functional bra as they heaved with her labored breathing. Under the cups, her nipples were just starting to react to their exposure to the cold and were clearly visible through the fabric. Her firm belly was completely exposed, serving as a testament to the hours she put in at the gym, while her panties clung to her sex at apex of her thighs, hinting seductively to the three men at what was hidden underneath.

Smiling, John stood and strolled toward his wife. "You're going to be punished now, my dear," John said, lifting her chin up to look into her eyes he spoke. "As a token of gratitude to my men for their loyalty to me, I am giving you to them as a gift for tonight." Ignoring the pleas of his wife, he continued "You should know that their tastes may a little different to what you're used to at home, but as you don't have any say in the matter it shouldn't be a problem." Smiling tenderly at her once more, John leant forward and gently kissed his wife on the lips before walking behind her, trailing his fingertips around her waist as he moved. Once behind her, he ran his finger down from between her shoulder blades to the strap of her bra and unhooked it in one fluid motion. Taking the scissors from Mike, he cut the remaining straps and caught the bra as it fell from her breasts before flinging it away. Reaching around to cup her breasts briefly, he felt the hardness in the cold nipples before running his hands down her flanks until they met the waistband of her panties. Slipping his fingers inside, he gently pealed the underwear down her thighs until they met her jeans just above her knees. Stepping back to admire his wife's figure, he raised his hand and delivered a hard smack on her naked ass causing her to jump in her bonds. Laughing, he looked up and spoke to his men. "All yours, boys."

Stretched tight, Linda had never felt so exposed or humiliated as when her panties were lowered by her husband in front of his men. Somehow having her jeans and underwear stuck round her thighs made her feel even more naked and she wished desperately she could just kick them off. She was watching the second guy with horror as he started spreading all manner of things on a nearby table when her husband slapped her hard on her ass, causing her to cry out and lose her balance. Above her head, the padding on the handcuffs saved the metal from biting into her flesh and hurting her wrists, but the unexpected blow stung more than she would have imaged and served to humiliated her further as she felt her flesh redden under the blow.

Glancing back toward the table, Linda now saw several whips, canes, and paddles neatly arranged in rows. Her attention was quickly distracted though by the sight of Mike walking purposefully toward her with a ball gag in his hand. "Open," he commanded as he reached her, but in response Linda clamped her mouth shut and shook her head furiously. As he sighed amusedly, Linda was helpless to defend herself as her tormentor simply reached out and pinched her nose shut. As soon as Linda gasped for breath, he roughly shoved the red ball into her mouth and pulled the straps tight before clicking them into place behind her head. "That should keep you quiet for the time being," Mike joked as he walked toward his friend. "The cat o' nine, please Jim," has asked, holding out his hand. Then, turning back to Linda, "It's cold sure, but this will help keep you warm for the time being."

Linda started screaming behind her gag as she watched Mike approach with the whip, the tails scrapping ominously along the floor as he walked. She struggled furiously as he watched Mike take up position to her side before drawing back his arm. "Scream for me, sweetheart," he instructed as he let fly.

With her arms pinned above her and her legs held almost immobile by the jeans, Linda watched helplessly as the strands of the whip sailed through the air towards her naked front. She heard the whistling followed by the crack of the leather striking her skin before she felt the impact, but when it came she shrieked with the shock of what felt like a thousand bee stings across her belly and breasts. Her breath coming in short, sharp rasps, she looked up again just in time to see Mike let fly a second time and she tensed her stomach muscles as the pain came again, once again striking her in her midsection.

As the strands hugged her body before lazily falling away for the second time, she looked up toward her husband to appeal to him but he just smiled and watched calmly as Mike lashed her a third time, this time the lower cords striking her upper thighs and groin. As the fourth and fifth blows rained in, Linda lost count of the number of times she was struck by the whip, but she was acutely aware of the pain of each lash as it connected with her sensitized skin and each additional strike had her dancing on her toes and shrieking behind her gag.

After what seemed like an age, she saw Mike deliver one last blow concentrated on her taught belly and then mercifully he stopped and walked over to the table and put down the cat. Looking down at herself, Linda saw that her skin was ablaze with a red glow that started at her thighs and reached up to her breasts. In places, individual lines were apparent - most notably across her breasts and mid-thighs where the whip had struck infrequently - but her belly seemed to simply radiate heat with a dull ache from the multiple blows. Sobbing gently, she tried to steady herself, realizing that she was swaying gently on her toes. "Thank you, love," Mike grinned at her. "I'd been looking forward to that ever since you called." He gestured to his partner, "You're up then, Jim."

Linda watched with foreboding as she saw the second man push off from the wall he'd been leaning on and run his fingers over several of the assorted instruments on the table. Taking his time, he selected a cane and swished it through the air a few times, testing the flex in the rod. As she once again started to ineffectively plead behind the gag, Jim walked up to her and ran the tip of the cane up and down her belly and breasts causing her to shudder involuntarily. Stepping behind her, he grabbed her jeans and panties and worked them further down her legs until they bunched around her ankles. "That'll stop you kicking out too much," he spoke for the first time as he rested the cane against her naked backside.

Tears started falling down her cheeks as Linda felt her jeans pushed down to her shoes, exposing even more of her to her captors. As she felt the cane rest on her ass, she bunched her hands into fists around chain of the cuffs, trying to steel herself against the pain that she knew would come. Her whole body taught, she tensed herself when she felt the cane leave her skin but the blow never came, instead she felt it gently tapped against her and held there once more. Twice more Jim repeated the cruel trick, but the fourth time she heard the thin whistle of displaced air as the cane sailed toward her and the loud crack as the flexible rattan bit savagely into her backside.

Despite the repeated blows to her front, Linda was completely unprepared for the smart of the cane and she was forced forwards from the intensity of the sting, only to have to shuffle back as the strain on her arms became too much. Screaming into the gag in her mouth, she once again felt the cane patiently sit on her ass before it was lifted off and then brought crashing back down slightly above where the previous blow landed.

Watching her dance as the second stroke landed, Jim noticed happily that sharp red lines were already forming on her rounded flesh. Swinging the instrument again, he gazed with satisfaction as he saw her backside ripple with the contact and reveled in the anguished cry it wrought from the bound girl as she shuffled her feet to the pain. As the third line was just beginning to appear, Jim struck again; this one aimed at the tops of her thighs, and grinned happily as the sting momentarily caused her to lose balance. Measuring his strokes, Jim delivered several more blows, each horizontal to the one previously until her entire ass was decorated with a series of angry red lines and the girl's head was hanging as she sobbed with pain and anguish.

Just as she thought that the blows to her backside had stopped, Jim swung once more so that the cane landed diagonally across her cheeks and caused the fire in her buttocks to reignite with incredible ferocity. Not being able to hold back the cry, she shrieked with the shock of the final below and continued her uncontrollable sobbing as Jim finally walked away and placed the cane back on the table. Unable to do anything else, she hung there limply and focused on the dull ache from the whip to her front and the acute sting of the cane to her backside.

"Quite a show, Linda," John said as he surveyed his wife. Her jeans and panties were tangled around her shoes holding her feet together while the creamy white of her calves and lower thighs were in stark contrast to the light red skin that ran from her mid-thighs right up her exposed torso and ended somewhere around her breasts. Her hair still loose around her shoulders, saliva dripped from around the red ball inside her mouth, while tear lines ran down her cheeks below her red eyes. He couldn't see behind her, but from watching the blows of the cane and her reaction to each blow he knew that her ass would also be a sea of fiery red.

"Mike, Jim," John continued, "I think she's warmed up sufficiently, don't you?" In response, Mike walked over to wall where the rope was tied and slowly undid the knot that was holding Linda taught. As the rope provided slack, Linda's gasped as her arms were lowered and blood started returned to her strained limbs and shoulders. Whimpering, she started massaging her arms but was stopped short by Jim grabbing her wrist. Wordlessly, he inserted a small key in the first lock and unclasped her left wrist from their restraints before bringing her arms behind her and fastening her once more. Taking a moment to admire his handiwork on her skin, Jim bent down and removed her shoes, throwing them aside to a far corner of the warehouse. With the girl now barefoot, he tugged at her jeans and tapped her legs to indicate that she should step out of them, which she demurely did leaving her completely naked with her arms locked behind her.

As soon as she stepped out of her jeans and panties, Linda felt her arms being drawn upwards again - this time from behind her - and looked across to see Mike pulling the slack out of the rope once more. Panicked, she repeated her muffled screams as her wrists were raised uncomfortably high and she was forced to bend forward to take the strain out of her shoulders and arms. To her dismay, Mike kept pulling at the rope until she was completely bent at her hips, although with her feet free from her jeans she at least managed to shuffle a little to help accommodate the strain in her shoulders and arms. Panting for breath, she felt Jim run his hands up her thigh and over her caned ass before his fingers worked their way down her back and into her hair. Once there, Linda felt him move her mane to the side and reach for the straps holding her gag in place. To her relief, she felt the slack in the elastic as he releasing the clasp before gently pulling the horrible ball from her mouth. Flexing her jaw, she swallowed several times trying to relieve the dryness in her mouth.

With her head bent facing the floor and her hair covering most of her face, Linda failed to notice Mike stride toward her until she saw his shoes underneath her head and the unmistakable sound of his zipper sliding down. "You're going to take this, girly," he said. "And if you even think about using your teeth, I've been playing nice to far. You don't want to find out what I'll do you when I'm angry." With that, Linda felt his rough hands in her hair pulling her face up so that her mouth was level with his crotch. Keeping her mouth firmly closed she signaled "no" with her head until he pressed up against her lips and yanked sharply on her hair causing her to gasp. As soon as her lips parted she felt him slide in over her tongue.

With her hair still wrapped around his hands to keep her head in place, Mike started a slow pace, sliding in and out of her mouth. Almost on tiptoes again as a result of the arms raised behind her back, Linda was helpless to do anything but allow the man access to her mouth as he thrust gently back and forth. The awkward position hurt her neck as he worked but she could breath relatively easy as she heard Mike moan his pleasure above her. Just as she was getting used to the rhythm, she felt movement behind her and then her ankles were kicked apart and she felt hands grip her hips. His pants already down around his ankles, Jim steadied the girl as he moved his erect cock up and down the crack of her a few times before lining up with her slit and pushed forwards gently even as she issued her muffled protests around his partner.

Pulling out a little, Jim slid back in and kept pressing until he was completely sheathed, her reddened ass tightly pressed around him and against his hips. Enjoying the feeling of the captive girl against him for a moment, he then started thrusting in time with Mike so that they matched each other stroke for stroke.

For Linda, the humiliation of being bent over and then taken from both ends while her husband watched was overwhelming and her closed her eyes with shame as she was rocked between the two men. Behind her, Jim was using his grip on her hips to drive her back onto him every time she was allowed to breath, painfully reminding her of the punishment she'd taken with the cane. Just as she was beginning to get used to the rhythm, Jim shuffled forwards a little, forcing Linda to take more of Mike inside her and pressing her backwards onto his cock more vigorously after every thrust. Looking down, Jim drove himself forwards once more before abandoning his hold on the woman's hips to reach underneath her and cup her swinging breasts in both hands, using these as leverage to ensure she maintained the pace he'd established for the three of them. Pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed tightly, relishing the feel of her flesh and having her under his complete control.

As Mike watched Jim take Linda's breasts, he pushed himself in more deeply, feeling himself touch the back of her throat as she was forced against him from behind. Waiting until the next thrust, he pushed in slightly deeper again and couldn't help but moan at the additional stimulation as he felt her gag reflex trigger around him. As she was impaled once more on his partner, Mike felt his climax building as his cock scrapped against her tongue as she withdrew slightly. Reinforcing his grip on her hair, he held her tight as she was pushed forward with Jim's next thrust and held her in place as he came, the first wave of his come striking the back of her throat as he groaned his pleasure aloud.