© Graymangazer 2013.
Revenge Gone Wrong
Part One
By Graymangazer.
Thanks to Mrhungry for proof reading and editing this story. And for his help in improving my writing.
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Peppa sat on the edge of the sofa nervously chewing on a finger nail. She was worried that she had gone too far, and deep down she knew that she had. She also knew that Juliet could make her life a misery; in fact she already had made her life a misery.
Juliet was Peppa's supervisor, and she was a bully who constantly belittled her and blamed her for every little thing that went wrong in the office. Because Juliet did it, her co-workers followed suit, and Peppa hated them for it.
Now she was in a position to take revenge, but she wondered if the bullying justified what she had done. "Fucking right it does," she said out loud, her words slurred slightly. She was a little drunk, and that gave her the courage she normally didn't possess.
But still she worried. She worried for her job, and she worried for her private life. She knew Juliet could ruin her.
'Christ! I could even end up in court.'
Peppa knew she should never have done it, but it was too late now. She was past the point of no return, and would have to see it through. But she hadn't planned beyond this point, and didn't really know where to go from here. She drank more wine straight from the bottle, and considered her options.
It had seemed such a good idea at the time. They were at the firm's party and Juliet was clearly drunk. It had been so easy to take advantage of her: to persuade her to share a taxi, to bring her to her own house, put her in a vulnerable position and get revenge. Revenge for almost two years of being downtrodden, having to run all the errands, buy the sandwiches, fetch the coffee, and do all the shit jobs that nobody else wanted to do.
And why did they do it? Because she had frizzy ginger hair, that's why, and because of the way she dressed. So what if she wasn't fashionable and didn't wear feminine clothes? Did that give them the right to treat her so badly? No, she dressed for practicality; she had no desire to look sexy just for the benefit of others.
"Do this, ginger", "do that, carrot top", "fetch something, dyke," they would say.
"I'm not a lesbian," she wanted to scream at them. But she held her tongue; they wanted her to react, to give them more reason to pick on her. She was pretty enough, more than a few people had told her, and at least half of the men in the office had hit on her, but she just didn't fancy any of them. That didn't mean she was a lesbian, at least she didn't think she was, but would it matter to them if she was gay? No it wouldn't. The fact was, they were just nasty bitches, and Juliet was the ringleader. But now Pepper had the queen bitch at her mercy, and she needed only to decide what to do with her.
"Don't keep looking at me," Pepper demanded.
Still, Juliet stared daggers at her, but that was all she was able do as she lay on the floor helplessly tied and gagged.
Stumbling across the room, Peppa threw a coat over the bound woman's head.
"There, that will stop you," she said, and went back to her seat, and to her worrying. She sat there, bottle in hand, and thought back to how it had come to this.
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"Where are we?" Juliet had slurred when the taxi had dropped them outside Peppa's house.
She received no answer and allowed the girl to guide her through the door. As she collapsed onto the sofa, she lay her head down and closed her eyes. "Get me a drink, lesbo," she said with a drunken giggle. She didn't remember anything after that.
Having Juliet unconscious suited Peppa just fine, and even in her own drunken state she found it so easy, and so much fun, tying the bitch. She didn't know a great deal about bondage, just what she had seen on the internet in her lonelier moments, but she knew she could be inventive, and a search through her small house gave her everything she needed.
Because of the drink she fumbled a bit, and giggled a lot, but within an hour she had Juliet laying on her front with her legs tied together at the ankles, and just above and below her knees. Her wrists and elbows we're anchored together, straining her shoulders and forcing her chest out.
Peppa tied a thin cord into Juliet's blond hair and pulled her head back securing the other end to her ankles, forcing her into a painful backward bowed position. The discomfort began to bring her out of her slumber, and in her semiconscious state she groaned in pain.
When she was fully awake and aware of her predicament, she began to protest and threaten Peppa with dire consequences. A knotted tea towel forced into her mouth and tied around her head didn't stop her making noise, but it did stop her incessant talking.
So Peppa had trapped and secured her enemy, and now she wondered what the next stage of Juliet's comeuppance should be.
The first thing that came to mind was to humiliate her by stripping her naked, but wouldn't that make her appear even more like a lesbian?
"Who cares?" she said to nobody, waving the bottle in front of her.
She drank more wine and wondered what Juliet would look like? How the woman's body would compare to her own? And she felt a strange excitement at the thought of seeing her naked, but told herself it was due to the alcohol. But the thought of the humiliation it would cause Juliet swung it.
So with her inhibitions conquered, Peppa set about bringing her nemesis down. She rolled her onto her side and, leaving Juliet's face covered, fetched a pair of scissors and began cutting away her clothes. She worked to the accompaniment of muffled protests, and her own increasing arousal, until Juliet was naked.
Peppa stood up a little unsteadily and studied Juliet's naked form; the full breasts, the flat belly, the slim waist, and perfect bottom. She thought of the beautiful face and the long straight blonde, almost white, hair beneath the coat and resented the woman's beauty. She then thought about her own rather ordinary body and how unfair life was.
"Well fuck you, Miss Juliet fucking Simpson, I'm as good as you and you are no better than a slut," she said aloud, then giggled as she realised what she had just implied. She tipped the wine bottle to her mouth, only to find it empty.
"Who drank all the wine?" she asked, as she shook the bottle and then giggled some more.