Perverts 'R' Us

Payback - Part 2

By Dwight ( nc, ws, mild scat, voy )

This is a work of fiction! Be warned that it does contain graphic depictions of forced sex and degradation. If this is not something you are comfortable reading, please stop now. I in no way advocate rape or any other forced, non-consensual sex act, or the physical abuse of women. This was written as a cathartic way of relieving some of my pain after a particularly nasty break-up, and should be read as the work of fantasy it is. This is my first attempt at writing something like this and would appreciate any comments you may have.

I gave her about a week to let the park incident sink in, and then I called her again. I told her I had picked up tickets to see one of her favorite bands, and that I wanted her to go with me. She said no, so I had to remind her of the pictures and what she said.

"I'm yours. I'll do anything you want. Please"

That's what she had said, standing in the parking lot, naked, covered in piss and cum. At first she tried do deny it. She claimed she had been caught up in the moment and didn't realize what she was saying. This went on for a few minutes, and then in a breathy voice she asked, "When and where?" She was mine!

We met at the mall before the concert. She wore exactly what I had told her to on the phone, tight white t-shirt, no bra, hip-hugger jeans, high-heeled boots, and her hair pulled back into a pony tail. Her cute, baby-fat belly peaked out between the t-shirt and jeans. The shirt itself showed, in detail, her large chest, nipples standing at attention.

We got into the car and I said, "You're mine. You will do what I say, when I say. Do you understand?"

She nodded. I told her to strip naked. Once she had, I told her I wanted to see her get herself off. The concert was still a few hours away, and we were still in the parking lot, with shoppers walking to and from their cars. She looked worried and started to question me. SMACK! I slapped her across the face.

"What I say, when I say!"

Slowly she began to finger herself. I pulled out the Polaroid again. CLICK.

"Finger your ass."

CLICK. I noticed a few people walking by with shocked expressions, stunned by what they were seeing. They hadn't seen anything yet.

"Fist yourself. I want to see you put your hand in your pussy. I know it'll fit, mine did."

Soon her slender wrist was disappearing into her dripping cunt. CLICK. A couple of teenage mall-rats had stopped and were watching the show. I told her to give them a big smile and blow them a kiss. When it looked like she was about to cum, I spotted the mall security truck heading our way. I told her to stop, she hadn't earned a chance to cum, yet. We pulled away just before the flashing yellow lights pulled in behind us, and headed for the concert.

The band, a small local group we had seen a few times while we were dating, was playing a small club in the city. I had met the bouncer a few times so he didn't mind me bringing the camera in. We wouldn't be taking pictures of the band, anyway. The band came out and started rocking the joint. There was a pretty good crowd. After about a half hour or so, I took my "date" to the bathroom.

"You are a filthy whore! Tonight you're going to be everyone's toilet! Keep your clothes on for now, no one's fucking you but me. You're mine, remember? Now, get on your knees between the urinals and stay there until I say otherwise."

CLICK. She did as I said and it wasn't long before the first guy came in. When he saw her, his jaw dropped. Then he looked at me.

"Go ahead open your mouth for the guy, slut."

He was pretty nervous, heck I would have been too, but eventually he got it out and let it flow. CLICK. After he was done, it didn't take long for word to spread around the club. Soon we had a line of guys waiting to piss all over her face. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.

She knelt there mouth open, piss from who knows how many different guys running down her chin. Her white t-shirt was quickly turning yellow. It clung to her tits, allowing her dark nipples to show through the cotton. Her wet hair was clinging to her cheeks. CLICK. A couple of the guys started jacking off. I told them no one fucks her, but they can cum all over her if they wanted. They did. CLICK. She was kneeling there, letting herself get drenched in piss and cum while I took pictures. The men's room door suddenly swung open and some chick came racing in. She was complaining about the line in the ladies room. Then she saw our line, then my piss-soaked slut.

"Geezus!" she said, "That is so fucking hot, no wonder there's a line in here."

She stood there staring for a few minutes as guy after guy pissed or came all over my "date".

"I thought you came in here to use the can." I said, "Why not use her? Everyone else has."

Concert girl looked at me hesitantly, and then started to unzip her jeans. All the guys started chanting "PISS ON HER, PISS ON HER!" Concert girl finished taking off her pants and walked over to my slut. The problem was she couldn't get into a position where she could let it go comfortably. So I came up with a solution.

I told my slut to walk over toward the sink and lean head first into the trash can. She was a piece of garbage after all. Then I helped Concert girl up onto the sink, and helped her balance as she squatted into position. CLICK. The guys started chanting again. Concert girl started pissing away on my slut in the trash.

The guys started jacking off even harder now and cumming all over the ass of her jeans, which was all you could see peaking out of the trash can. CLICK. CLICK. Concert girl whispered to me that she had to do something else, but that she wasn't comfortable doing it here in front of everyone.

I told my whore to get her head out of the can. As she started to stand up - BRRAAAPPPP!!! Concert girl farted right in her face, and then ran for one of the stalls. The guys loved it I told them to go ahead and do the same if they had too. They didn't need much encouragement.

Soon they were forcing their asses into her face and gassing her. CLICK. They laughed and cheered, and the more they did, the redder my slut's face got until finally she was in tears. She had had enough for tonight and I signaled my bouncer friend to help get us out of there. We got out of the club and headed to the car. Everyone was asking when we'd be coming back, but they didn't get an answer.

Near the car, I spotted a homeless guy begging for change. I offered him a $20 if he'd piss on my slut. He didn't say a word, just pushed her to her knees and started pissing all over her. CLICK. He aimed his stream at her mouth, then her tits, then soaked the crotch of her pants. I told her we wanted to see her piss herself, so she started going. CLICK. You could see the hot piss seep through her pants and collect in a puddle at her knees. The homeless guy laughed and said his friends would never believe this. I gave him the $20 and sent him on his way.

"Get out of those clothes. You're not riding in my car like that."

She stood there and stripped naked. I got a couple towels I had brought along out of the trunk and told her to clean herself up. We got into the car, and I started driving without saying another word to her.

Eventually I pulled up to a motel. I checked us in and then took her to our room. I told her to get showered and brush her teeth. When she came back out of the bathroom, she looked shocked. I had dimmed the lights, lit candles around the room, and placed a rose on the pillow. I took her gently by the hand and led her to the bed. I kissed her softly on the forehead, then the cheek, then her lips.

We laid down next to each other and began gently caressing one another's bodies. Tender kisses up and down backs, tongues probing the soft wet insides of mouths. I looked deep into her eyes and smiled. She returned the look. I rolled her onto her back and pulled myself on top of her. I began kissing her neck and shoulders. She writhed on the bed in ecstasy.

So softly, so gently I pushed my hard cock into her wet slit, and began to make love to her. Truly make love. We held each other tightly and closely as we each began to build towards orgasm, kissing more and more passionately. I felt her contracting around me as her own climax began. This just quickened my own pace until I began pumping my seed deep into her. She moaned and began to kiss and lick my neck as her orgasm totally took her. We laid in each other's embrace for a long time, her head cradled against my chest.

"I love you." she whispered. Then she drifted off to sleep. I got up, careful not to wake her, and gathered my things. As I quietly left the room I placed this note on the nightstand.

"Dear J,

Long ago you broke my heart. You lied to me, cheated on me and made me feel as though I was not deserving of someone like you. Now I realize just what type of person you are. You don't care about anyone but yourself. You didn't care about me when you left me, and you obviously don't care about your new man. I know that because it didn't take much to get you to allow me to do the things to you I've done.

I want you to remember tonight - the candles, the rose, the lovemaking. Those are the things you could have had. But don't forget the bathroom, either. All you are to me now is a whore, you are garbage. Your man will be receiving copies of the pictures, because as much as I hate to say it, he doesn't deserve what you've done either. Think about that when you wake up alone.

Payback's a bitch!"