Message-ID: <25164asstr$963367812@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: karen black X-Original-Message-ID: <8kg2e1$7ma$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Tue Jul 11 21:09:38 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} REVENGE by Karen Black Chapter 4 Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2000 22:10:12 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, IceAltar Revenge By Karen Black Chapter FOUR Warning: This fictional story is intended for mature adults over the age of 18. If you do not meet these criteria, then go elsewhere. This story is fiction, but deals with adult subject matter. If such offends you then you should stop here. If you begin to read and start to feel offended then stop reading at that point. Author's note: This is a multi-chapter story about a couple's revenge on another couple. It involves control, deception, sexual games, humiliation, domination, incest, nc and cons sex. If I get feedback that you like the direction of the story, I'll submit more. Let me know, either by posting at this site, or email: karrenblack@my-deja.com Chapter FOUR After Derk's eyes adjusted to the low lighting in the Parker's entertainment room, he let out a low whistle of appreciation. "Holy shit," he muttered, "This place is huge." "But still cozy, don't you think," interjected Gina playfully. When we bought our house after the stock splits, we really thought a lot about what we wanted in an adult entertainment room. And this is it." Soft music filled the room. It had the richness and power of an expensive system driving it. Ben noticed Derk was looking for the speakers. "You won't find them," he said with a laugh. "I've got the latest in hidden satellite speakers and subwoofers. Sounds good, huh?" Derk nodded in agreement. His eyes wandered about the room. He could certainly hear conversation, but he couldn't quite make out the detail of the shadowy shapes occupying various love seats and couches. He finally focused on a slightly brighter area of the room to his left. "That's the stage, where we have `performances,' if you will," volunteered Ben. "Totally state of the art. The whole stage is only raised a foot from our level - that's to create intimacy for the viewers sitting in our couches---but the subfloor under the stage is actually a basement filled with goodies." Derk strained to see the end of the room, which was lit only by soft pools of spot lighting. "This room is about sixty feet long by forty feet wide," Ben offered. "The stage is about twenty by thirty." Ben saw the surprised look on Derk's face. "Yeah, the stage looks like its only fifteen feet deep, but it goes back another fifteen behind the curtain." Derk motioned to the doors at each end of the stage. "Oh, those go to dressing rooms and storage downstairs." "Dressing rooms?" Derk laughed for the first time. "We aim to please our performers," Ben said, smiling amiably. "Let me show you some of the features of the stage. You interested?" "Well, sure," said Derk, starting to enjoy the VIP treatment. "What's that in the center of the stage?" Derk was looking at what appeared to be a glass opening in the floor of the stage, about the size of a car window. "That," said Ben, with a bit of pride in his voice, "is my baby. Designed it myself. One-half inch reinforced glass, optically pure. And under it is a remote controlled video camera. Totally high-end digital, near film quality and with a power zoom and macro zoom." Ben saw the quizzical look on Derk's face. "Here, let me give you a demo. I don't the other folks will mind; I gave them a demo earlier." Ben walked across the stage and went behind the curtain. When he came back out, he was carrying a small leather covered bench of some sort. A foot square glass insert was on end of the bench. Ben placed it over the floor camera and then looked across the room for someone. "Candi," he called out, "could you come over here and help me with a little demo?" "Sure," a soft female voice answered. A shapely young teenage blonde came over to the stage. Derk found himself gulping to repress a weak croaking noise in his throat. Besides having a California athletic body build, she was only wearing a Victoria Secret style bikini bra and thong panties. "Candi," said Ben, "This is Derk Gavin, VP of Finance at our company. Derk, this is Candi Bond. She's married to Chad Bond who works in our shipping department. Newlyweds, right?" "Yep," she said, flashing a wide friendly smile with dazzling white teeth. "Would you mind sitting down here over here to help me with the demo?" Ben pointed to the glass insert. "Sure, guys," she said. She sat down, and smirked slightly in a slight mocking of men guys with their toys. "Now spread those glorious legs just slightly, Candi," Ben said. "OK. Now, with this controller, we'll brink down the wide screen TV." Derk's mouth dropped a bit as he watched a platform glide silently down from the ceiling and stop about two feet off of the floor. It held a five-foot wide, flat screen TV. "Hi definition, state of the art," said Ben, matter of factly. Now, we activate camera one from below, and voila!" Candi's glorious ass appeared on the giant TV screen in crystal clear detail and perfect color. The image filled half the screen. Candi looked over her shoulder and giggled. "That isn't the best part," said Ben. "Here, take the controller and toggle the rocker switch that says `zoom'. It's touch sensitive, so the harder you press, the faster it zooms." Derk pressed the toggle switch lightly and watched in amazement as Candi's ass cheeks slowly filled the screen. Even before zooming, Derek could see that Candi's pussy wasn't shaved and she was a true blonde. But the zoom continued to drill into her secret place until he could see the individual hairs of her thatch poking out from the thong covering. He could even see the goose bumps on her skin." "Incredible, huh," said Ben. "Now switch on camera 2." Derk switched on camera 2 and watched a section of the glass floor panel rise up to reveal a second camera aimed at the bench, but from a slightly angled position. Now the room could see the red thong of Candi's panties running like a scarlet highway right over the top of Candi's delicate pink anal flower. Derk felt his cock thickening uncontrollably at the sight of the young woman's asshole. It filled a third of the screen and was utter perfection. "Now, Candi," Ben said, pleasantly, "Would you mind?" He motioned with his fingers, as if tugging on something. Candi smiled indulgently, as if she knew what Ben was after. She pulled aside the front of her thong until her golden thatch sprang forth. "If you'll do the honors, Derk," said Ben, pointing to the controller in Derk's hand. "I think Candi has something special that will showcase the systems abilities." Derk readjusted the camera until it was aimed at the blonde's pussy. Then he slowly zoomed in until the folds of her pussy filled the screen. Derk swallowed hard. In the middle of the teenager's pussy lips was the largest clit he had ever seen in his life. Even in a relaxed state, it protruded from the clitoral hood like the tip of a glistening pink finger. Derk ached to touch and suck on it. Ben winked at Candi. "That'll be all, dear." Candi readjusted her thong as if she was in the privacy of her bedroom, gave a sweet inviting smile to Derk, and left the stage without fanfare. Ben deliberately goaded Derk, ignoring the lewd invasion of the woman's pussy he had just conducted. "The system is something, isn't it?" Derk looked at Ben in consternation and finally said, "Uh.yeah." "There's another controller," said Ben, "that moves a camera from above the stage, and a camera aimed at the front of the stage." "You must see some interesting performances," said Derk with a note of envy. "Now you are getting the idea," said Ben. "I hope you stick around to see one of them. If you will excuse me for a minute, I have to check with Gina to make sure everything is going okay." Ben walked over to the bar where Gina was talking with Carol. "Can I see you for a second, hon?" They walked behind the bar, out of earshot from Carol. "How's it going with Derk?" asked Gina. "Fine," said Ben. "I think my little demo with Candi made quite an impression on him. "I bet," said Gina. "What a hot little body, huh?" "Yeah," said Ben. still mesmerized by the thought of the blonde teenager's pussy displayed on the big screen TV. "You'd like to fuck her, wouldn't you?" said Gina, without any trace of jealousy in her voice. "Well, ..no. I mean," stammered Ben, groping for a way out of the trap. Gina reached over and stroked his swollen cock through the fabric of his briefs. "That isn't what your cock says," she teased. "And you know what? I don't mind. We always just screwed each other at these swingers nights while we watched the other couples. But I always kind of envied the couples who switched with others. Didn't you?" "Yeah," acknowledged Ben, hesitantly, "but I didn't know you felt the same way." "Well now you know," she said with a laugh. "Ever since you agreed to let me screw Derk if I let you screw Carol, I've been horny as hell. I kind of like the idea of seeing you screw other women. I think it would be a turn on---as long as I'm there directing traffic. What do you think?" "I think I'm a very lucky guy," said Ben, smiling broadly. "Smart answer," said Gina, returning his smile. She looked out over the room with the assembled couples. "We've really put together our ultimate fantasy, haven't we?" "God, yeah," agreed Ben. "Amazing what money can do. Ever since we had that run-up in stock.." "Aren't you glad I made you exercise a few stock options, now?" "Are you kidding?" said Ben, "We timed it perfect. What do we have now, eighty-five million?" "Eighty-eight," said Gina, as if she had counted it yesterday. "And almost all of it safe and secure in an offshore account." She smiled wickedly. "Well, so I learned a few things while tracking Derk's activities. You didn't seem to mind?" "What was that company in Anita that we supposedly invested millions in? Intermesh?" "Doesn't matter, hon," said Gina. "It lost millions, remember?" "Millions that are in our offshore account," Ben said, smiling. "Someone's got to have it, dear. Might as well be us. But you know, we are going to spend almost a million of it before this is all over, hon. Just think of it as an investment. We're going to get more than just tonight out of it." "I'd settle just for tonight. It's going to be worth every cent. I can't wait to see Dirk squirm when he finds out we and his little slut know about his latest fraud maneuvers with Puerto Rico." "Oh, Carol doesn't know about how we set Derk up," said Gina quickly. "And we don't want to tell her, either?" "Why the hell not?" said Ben, a little upset. "Because," said Gina devilishly, "We don't want them partnering up in their misery. We want them working against each other, honey. He'll know we have the goods on him, but not on Carol. And Carol will know we have the goods on her, but not on him." She paused and gave Ben a sly smile. "It'll make things much more interesting, don't you think?" Ben laughed appreciatively. "I do love the way you think." "Hmmm..glad you appreciate my talents." She looked at her watch. "Hey, we've got to get the show on the road. Can you check on our special guests and make sure they are squared away for a while?" "You got them all to come over?" Gina cocked her head in mock reprobation. "You are talking to the master, here. Or did you forget?" Ben gave Gina a deep bow with a subservient flourish of his hand, as if excusing himself before an Indian Raja. "Save it for after your fuck with Carol," she laughed. "Why do I have the feeling you are going to make me pay and pay for this evening you have orchestrated?" Ben said good-naturedly. "Because you are," she answered, equally as good-natured. "There is a price for everything, hon. A price for everything." Ben looked at her a little quizzically, suddenly not so sure what she meant. "Now, get going," she said, "I've got to make a few introductions and explain the rules for the evening." Gina stepped onto the stage and looked out into the darkness. She clicked a controller and brought the house lights up slowly until all the couples emerged from the shadows and could be seen. "Hey," she said "I've got a few introductions to make before we begin tonight's festivities. I'm sure you've noticed a new couple." Gina motioned to the Gavins to come up on the stage. When Carol stepped from the dim lights of the main room onto the brightly-lit stage, Gina heard several appreciative murmurs from the guys in the room. Gina liked the person she became when she was on stage. Her confidence came to the forefront, shattering the shell of her more demur public persona. She wasn't afraid of being unabashed in her comments. "Yeah, guys," said Gina, nodding toward Carol, "She's something else, isn't she?" Carol blushed as she heard several whistles from the men. She was a truly stunning woman for her age. Clad only in white silk bra and panties, her breasts thrust out in the firm cone shape of a young teenager. "Mmm," Gina growled in male-like approval, "those babies have to be...what...C's?" Carol took the bait. Her face transformed in an instant from embarrassment to indignation. She flashed Gina a murderous look and said, "C....plus". "Oh," said Gina in mock contrition, "Of course. I see that, now. Plus. Definitely." When two of the men yelled their approval of her generous package, a thin smile wavered on Carol's lips until she caught herself. "And this is Derk," said Gina, nodding toward Carol's tall husband. "Uhhh...Derk didn't really dress appropriately for tonight, ladies." Gina walked behind Derk and pulled on the sides of his boxer briefs until his half erect cock was clearly outlined by the fabric. Now it was time for a soft murmur of approval from the women in the audience. Gina laughed. "I think you've gotten the OK from the ladies, Derk." She turned to the audience. "Now for some introductions. No big formalities, here. If you'll just each stand up and introduce yourselves to the Gavins. Tom, would you start?" A tall, sandy-haired man in his mid fifties stood up. "I'm Tom Marek and I'm in engineering. I think I met you a couple of times at a Christmas party, Derk. This is my wife, Rachel." The comely and tall redhead that stood up appeared to be a few years younger than her husband. Her large breasts were capped with thick nipples that pushed liked thumbs against the flimsy fabric of her bra. "Hi," she said cheerfully. "I think you met Candi, Derk," said Gina, trying to contain any hint of smirkiness in her voice. "Can you get your handsome husband to stand up, hon?" A young man, every bit as blonde haired as his wife, stood up. He was an athletic six footer, lean and well built. "I'm Chad Bond," he said. "I work in the plant on final assembly." "And Hugh?" called out Gina. The shortest man in the group stood up. He was stocky, in his mid thirties and had brown wavy hair. "I'm Hugh Lorne. I'm in customer service. And this is my wife, Cathy." Cathy was on the small side as well, barely over five feet tall. She had an angelic face and wore her brown hair in a saucy short bob. Her bra didn't have much to cover, but her breasts were firm. She had the body of a gymnast. She said, "Hello," accompanied with a sweeping wave of her hand. "Okay, then," said Gina, thanking the Gavins with a nod of her head as they returned to their seats, "as soon as my guy gets back from his errand, we'll explain the rules for the evening." Gina looked at her watch and then shaded her eyes with her hands, as if looking for him in the audience. "Where is that guy, anyway?" she said in mock irritation. "Better do a woman count," suggested Tom. Everyone laughed. Gina put on her best look of chagrin, as if she really didn't know where her husband was. But she knew exactly where he was. And right about now, he was in for a surprise. 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