I've been looking up naughty pictures on the internet. I've never done that before. It's hard work, I have to say. How the hell do you deal with all these pop-ups? A couple of times I just had to ctrl-alt-del to shut down because I was locked into a never-ending spiral of pop-up pages.

But I found some nifty pictures to go with my story. They're kinda cute, in a kinky way. And kinky cute is a very nice way, I'm coming to think 3; ;-)

Now back to my story. I'm looking forward to this, in a perverse sort of way 3;

Revenge, part two, by Molly Hadley

Molly peered round the bedroom door, half afraid, half excited. She knew her captive was nicely tied up and not in a position to offer any resistance, but even so the knowledge of who it was fired trepidation through her body. McCabe himself, the lunatic MD of the company, a man not given to lucidity or normality, was tied to her bed, butt naked. It was exciting but terrifying.

She drew herself to her full five feet seven and a half inches, sucked in her stomach and projected her luscious breasts in front of her, then strode into the room. A bog-eyed monster leered at her from the bed, straining at his ropes, blubbery fat cascading all around him like it was a living entity wrapping itself to his body. Jesus, thought Molly, what a sight. Fancy fucking that, fancy even having to go near that.

Suddenly she realised she was too repulsed to do anything with him. The mere prospect of touching him, even with a whip, made her queasy. Certainly, there was no way she was going to climb on top of him the way she had with Terry: not even a delicious arse lick could be worth that.

Her lightning brain snapped into action and a huge smile settled over her delightful face. "Perfect," she said, her voice warm and husky. She turned on her heels and rushed back to the first bedroom, where the pathetic form of Rod still swung helplessly from the ceiling.

"Hello Rodders, old chum," she said breezily, slapping his arse and sending him in an uncontrolled spin. "Sorry mate, I bet that hurts a bit." Rod's eyes confirmed her thought and she steadied him as best she could, grabbing the first thing that came to hand - his still erect cock.

"You've done very well, little man. Kept that cock nice and stiff for Madam Molly. Just as well, because I have a use for it soon. Would you like that?" She thrust her face in front of him, her expression confrontational, with just a hint, she thought, of joviality. "I'm going to take your gag out now, okay?" He nodded and she pulled her panties from his mouth. "Clever boy, no noise now, okay?"

"No."

"Okay, Roddie baby, here's the deal. I'll let you down now, okay? On one condition. You do exactly what I tell you. And if not, the photos I have of you will be posted on the internet tomorrow. [Have you heard this line in blackmail somewhere else?? Well, I never said my story was original - always write from life, they say 3; Anyway, back to the story 3;] And we wouldn't want that, would we?"

"No."

I untied him and quickly fixed a lead around his neck. Dragging him impatiently, I hurried through to the third bedroom. Both Rod and McCabe started when they saw one another. Rod let out a pathetic whelp and McCabe started thrashing about on the bed. It was a most amusing reaction.

"Geoff, you know Rod from accounts, don't you? He's your blow jobber for the evening." Rod screamed and tried to bolt, but a quick jerk of the lead brought him to his knees and I dug my high heels into his shoulder, sending him crashing to the floor. McCabe was straining fit to burst, eyes popping and complexion a dangerous shade of red. I kicked Rod and forced him towards the bed.

"Come on, Rodders, up we get. You know you're going to do this, so just get on with it. That's the best policy, believe me. I know from experience. On you get. Otherwise, just think - those pictures, all over the world by tomorrow morning. Everyone in the office downloading them and printing them off, hanging them on the walls. You'll never live it down, will you? Come along, little man."

Rod had tears in his eyes and defeat on his face. He crawled along the carpet to the bed like a condemned man on his way to the scaffold. His face was white, his eyes glazed, hands trembling. McCabe was still straining against his restraints, but I can tie a mean knot and there was no way he was getting out of this. I was amused to see that, despite his evident alarm about the situation, his cock was already half erect. Men, eh? What can you say?

I grabbed Rod by the hair and drew him towards his boss, forcing him closer and closer to the fat, chubby cock dangling beneath a mountain of hair-covered blubber. It was a revolting sight, and in Rod's position I'm sure I'd have barfed all over it by now, but Rod was made of sterner stuff. He gulped once, twice, then bobbed his head tentatively towards the hideous dick, chickening out at the last moment and backing away again. I offered my encouragement with a swat from my whip and he finally realised he had no escape.

Closing his eyes, he bent forward and pressed his mouth to the dick. McCabe was struggling like fury, contorting his body around the bed.

"Grab it," I ordered. "Grab his dick. Hold it in place. Rod did and McCabe struggled against his gag to shout his rage. "Now, mouth, in," I said, illogically, but he understood the sense of my words and bowed his head once more, sliding the fat, greasy cock into his mouth. Their faces were a delight of contrasts - naked fury and sheer disgust.

"Now, suck that thing. Make it come." I whipped his ass merrily to encourage him and watched with growing delight as the pathetic wretch bobbed his head up and down on his boss's cock, sliding it in and out of his mouth. "Wank it hard now, and suck, suck, suck. He is your boss after all, better make it good or you'll be fired in the morning."

I noticed a curious thing after a while: McCabe stopped bucking against his restraints and Rod needed no prodding to continue what he was doing. Damn me, I thought, they're starting to enjoy themselves. They continued for some minutes until I could tell from McCabe's posture that he was getting close to coming.

"Nearly there, Rodders," I shouted. "Keep that mouth firmly over his cock, now. You've got a big load coming, I think." No sooner had I said that than McCabe's gargantuan body began to pulse, his blubber shivering and wobbling around him and his legs tensed. I could hear his cries through his gag and watched in delight as Rod hoovered up his boss's come.

"Super job," I said, patting him on the head. "You're going to get your reward now, honey. You get to fuck him."

In unison, they gagged and screamed their refusal. It was going to be a fun evening.

Hmmm, what kind of misandrist am I? LOL Have to say, I went off that story in the second part, though it still afforded some satisfaction in its writing. I'll tell you what's strange, though. I couldn't see what "Molly" was getting out of that story. Being in a position of dominance like that, I couldn't see how she got her kicks. She was going to get what she wanted anyway, so where was the excitement for her? Whereas for Rod, there was the tension of not knowing how far he was going to be made to go, or how far he would go.

I guess that's why I'm medusa and not str8guy 3; LOL

Anyway, it passed the time, and I have some juicy pictures to look at later 3;