THE MONTE CRISTO FACTOR, a short story by Sun Tzu. Date added: 2012-01-28. Times viewed: 1747.
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THE MONTE CRISTO FACTOR
My name is Edmund Dante’s.
In another life my name was different.
However, you wouldn’t remember it.
I was not someone you would have considered worth remembering back then.
Think back to your high school days; think back to the fat guy in the class who everyone including you poked fun at.
Think back to the small skinny guy with glasses and spots, who everyone including you called zit head, crater face and wimp and loser.
Think back, to the quiet studious guy who only wanted to get on with his schoolwork because; it was the only thing he was any good at.
At sport he had two left feet, couldn’t catch a ball to save his life, got bowled over playing football and being so skinny, weedy, or fat and consequently made a complete jack ass of himself in the gym.
When it came to dating, well what can I say?
No girl in her right mind would go out with him.
Though to be fair some of you ladies did.
I know there were a few kind souls who saw the inner man, rather than just the sad pathetic shell that became the continued brunt of all your jokes, nasty name calling and bullying.
But for the other 99.9% it was to play a joke on him, to humiliate him and have a good long laugh at his expense.
Do you ladies remember me?
The boy, who tried to ask you out, tried to ask you because he genuinely had a thing for you.
The boy, you turned down because he was the class/school geek, because he wasn’t a school sports hero or didn’t have a car or wasn’t considered cool enough or tough enough or didn’t wear the in clothes and fashions.
Maybe, you agreed to go on a date with and would have your friends suddenly appear later in the night just when he thought his dreams were about to come true. You left him with his pants around his ankles wondering why you had done this?
What harm had he done you or anyone else?
But what did it matter he was the Geek! He wasn’t important he was of no consequence just someone you could treat with the utmost contempt and not worry about the consequences.
Do you remember me now?
The boy who, even some teachers would enjoy making fun of because he wasn’t very good at certain subjects.
The boy who developed a stutter from all the continued taunts and humiliation.
The boy who would be jumped by a group of you on the way home and either beaten up or left lying on the ground in only his underclothes.
Did you enjoy dishing all that out?
Did you enjoy making someone who was to all intensive purposes completely harmless deeply unhappy?
Did you enjoy making him so depressed, almost to the point of considering suicide as the only way to end his misery!
DO YOU REMEMBER ME NOW?
WELL I HAVE SOME NEWS FOR YOU!
AND I’M COMING FOR
Revenge is such an emotive concept.
For some it is an avenue best not taken.
For ultimately it can only lead to ones own destruction.
“Those who live by the sword shall perish by the sword."
So the Bible proclaims.
For others it is a means of exorcising the demons that lurk deep within.
Screaming for justice!
Screaming to be avenged!
The very first book I ever read was the Count of Monte Cristo. A classic story of betrayal & revenge. It told how an innocent man who was unjustly imprisoned escaped & using treasure from a map given to him by a fellow prisoner ensured that each bad guy who sent him to that foul prison received his comeuppance in a manner fitting to his past misdeeds.
The greedy banker brought to ruin through his own lust for money.
The respected aristocrat, and military hero who secretly is far from it, is destroyed by scandal.
And the highly respected Magistrate the fountain of justice is exposed as being anything but.
All received their just deserts.
The perfect approach in my quest for vengeance.
The reported disappearance of three high school teachers was broadcast on the evening news. The police were completely baffled as to the women’s whereabouts.
Their whereabouts was no mystery to me.
They were in the cellar of my home.
A specially converted cellar containing four small rooms containing only a bare mattress and an overhead electric light bulb.
Each room completely soundproofed my captives or guests, as I prefer to refer to them would be unaware of anyone else being in close proximity.
My revenge had begun!
It was4pmwhen I entered the school, now almost deserted for the day except for a number of teachers who I knew would be working late.
Christina Walker was one such teacher staying late to mark maths papers from the days tests and my first target.
At 43 Walker was quite an attractive woman her light blonde shoulder length hair still retained it’s colour despite her age. She still preferred her standard mode of dress of a white or cream blouse, navy skirt and thin cardigan and her preference for wearing knee high boots. (Something I’d always found quite sexy)
I watched as she got up from her desk to enter the large book closet and at that point I pounced. The speed of my attack on her made it easy to overpower her without a sound. I simply slapped a large piece of duct tape over her mouth and then wrestled her to the floor pulling her arms behind her and securing them with handcuffs. Keeping her face down and still kicking and protesting. I tied her ankles together and pushed over onto her back so she was face to face with me.
Even now I find it hard to believe that she didn’t recognise me it had only been 5 years since we had last seen each other. But I guess she has had so many faces coming and going in her classes since then, what is one more?
“Be very quiet Walker.” I say in a whisper “Your life is in no danger, I am not going to harm you; and I most definitely am NOT! Going to RAPE you, do you understand?” Her eyes wide open with fear she nodded and stopped struggling for the moment, her breasts heaved from her exertions and I felt stirrings in my lower parts at being in such close proximity to her.
Walker had a quite a nice pair of tits, quite firm and I figured about a 36D. She once caught me staring at them during one of her classes and kept me behind for detention.
When we were alone she would tease me by admonishing me but stood and bent low as she did so I could get a good look at her cleavage. She always had her blouse open just enough without looking too provocative.
I of course could only stare at them and dream of one day making them mine.
That day had now come.
That’s better.” I say quietly pausing for a moment reaching inside my jacket pocket to produce a prepared syringe.
“I said I’m not going to harm you and I’m not.” I paused for a moment savouring my next action.
“I am however…” I paused.
I smiled at this as her eyes widened at the sight of the syringe in my hand. “Nighty NightWalker.”
With that I stabbed the needle into her shoulder injecting the contents. She tried to struggle but it’s too late the chemical freight is already in her bloodstream and her exertions do nothing more than accelerate the inevitable. Slowly her struggles become less vigorous. I sit watching her as the drug saps her strength, her breasts heaving with the exertions that slowly ceased.
Walker is unconscious.
I check to ensure she is completely out then I leave her in the book closet, which I lock behind me as I leave the classroom. No one will find her and she’ll be out cold for at least 6 hours.
Target two is Janet Howarth English teacher. I watch her as she prepares to go home. Her classroom has a large closet attached to it, which is used as a mini library, and study room.
She enters it to replace a tray of books and I follow.
My approach is much the same as with Walker a straight grab and wrestle to over power her slapping the tape over her mouth first. I don’t drag her to the floor, but instead push her up against the wall and pull her arms behind her securing them with handcuffs.
The tape on her mouth mutes any protest. “It’s good to see you again Janet.” I whisper in her ear “I’ve waited a long time for this.” My right hand cups one of her breasts through her sweater and it feels great so firm. Like Walker she also has a very nice pair of tits only slightly bigger and very firm. Now here is a woman who has looked after herself and considering she is in her mid forties she is quite an attractive woman.
Like Walker I’ve long had a thing for Howarth's really nice tits. I feel their firmness and the large nipples beneath, my dick becomes hard in seconds and I’ve no doubt Howarth can feel it against her butt. Her breathing is rapid and she begins to shake.
She jerks suddenly feeling a prick in the back of her arm as I inject the syringe contents.
“You’re going to take a long nap now.” I say as she whimpers behind the gag.
“In a moment you’re going to feel warm flushes, then the room will become dim and then you'll begin to feel very weak and groggy. Your legs will become like jelly and you’ll slip into the darkness”.
"And when you wake up we'll be together." I whisper menacingly in her ear.
It takes somewhat longer for the drug to overcome her as she desperately fights to stay awake. She begins to sway and I catch her as she topples to the ground.
I am impressed by her constitution, she resists the drug for far longer than I expected, finally she is still the drug has done its work.
I leave her lying behind the shelving no one would find her and she wouldn’t come round for a long time.
My final target was Judith Sharp, a 29-year-old science teacher and probably the most obnoxious woman I have ever known.
There was never any argument that she was quite stunning for a teacher.
The problem was she knew it and wore some of the shortest skirts and tightest tops she could get away with.
In short she was a total prick teaser.
Her skirts were along the lines of the Ally Mcbeal type, sometimes you wondered why she even bothered wearing them!
“Hey I’ve got wider belts than that.”
But wear them she did and man did she have admirers.
She worked in the science building, which was just across from where I was; I knew she would be leaving for home in about 20 minutes so moved quickly to take up my position.
She was a creature of habit and always left the building by the same route which took her past a boy’s toilet that was presently being repaired and had a well placed out of order sign on it.
Picking the lock had been child’s play I simply prepared my equipment and waited. She left her classroom some 10 minutes after my arrival.
As she came round the corner I jumped out, slapping the chloroform soaked pad over her mouth and nose and roughly dragged her struggling and kicking form into the toilet the door closing behind us muting her protests and struggles.
For a woman of only 5ft 5in tall she was incredibly strong I pulled her down to the floor locking my legs around hers, smothering her with the rag. She bucked and writhed like a woman possessed I can’t tell you how sexually exciting it was for me. I became hard again, so hard my dick throbbed in my pants I thought I was going to explode.
She kicked and scratched at my arm her eyes wide with fear as I pressed the pad hard.
Finally her struggles ceased and I secured her with rope and a combination cleave tape gag. Tying her in a light hog tie and securing it to a very strong wall pipe.
I stood over her taking in her sexy form. Indeed she was a real looker.
Under her coat Judith wore a thin t shirt with a short skirt and knee high boots.
Even after these years nothing had changed.
Once completed I headed off to get my van I figured I had about 30 minutes before the janitor guy began to lock up the school so I moved quickly scooping up each of my unconscious captive’s and bundling them into the back of my van. As I went to pick up Sharp I saw the janitor hanging around outside the toilet door he paused for a moment then headed off.
When I finally opened the door to the toilet Judith had regained consciousness and though still pretty groggy was trying to work herself free.
“Hello Judith remember me?” I ask her quietly. The look on her face is one of confusion suddenly it changes and she nods her head. “Good because you’re about to learn that being a prick teaser with me is bad for you health.” She stares at me then begins to struggle again mmmpphhing and trying to call out.
“It’s no use no one can hear you, besides they’ve all gone home, it’s just you and me Judith.”
I notice that she has managed to work her wrists loose but not enough to get free. “You’re a feisty one and no mistake I’m going to enjoy you.” Her eyes widen as I produce the syringe and she tries to move away from me but the tight ropes prevent her moving anywhere.
Laughing I inject her struggling form with another prepared syringe and she too heads off into the land of sleep.
Driving out of the school I feel elated a triple kidnapping in broad daylight and in plain view how’s that for daring?
These three women would awake in their new environments and discover what it is to be the captive of a man who has many a score to settle with each one of them.
To Be Cont…
THE MONTE CRISTO FACTOR
It seems incredible to me now just how deep-rooted my thirst for retribution was. A thirst so powerful; that it had compelled me to abduct these three women. But this wasn't the whole story.
Oh No! Not by a long way.
I still had one more to add to my little harem.
But first things first, to make my new guests comfortable; each one was prepared in the manner I was going to deal with them.
Walker began to stir; her senses beginning to awaken from the drug enforced sleep. Her first sensation was the musty smell, damp, and nauseating. She groaned involuntarily as she tried to move, her head pounded, and her mouth, her mouth really ached.
Slowly ever so slowly her vision began to clear. She found she was lying on a hard floor in dimly lit room. Her arms bound tightly behind her back, the rope cutting deeply into her wrists almost cutting off the circulation. More rope pulled her elbows together then wrapped around her chest pushing up he prominent breasts. Her mouth still ached from the large rubber ball that was lodged so tightly inside of it & held in place by a highly constricting leather strap. Saliva ran constantly from the corners of her mouth.
The ropes securing her legs were equally as tight biting into her ankles and thighs.
Walker lay back trying to control her breathing that was beginning to race. This was not the time to hyperventilate she told herself, not now, stay calm. It took a supreme effort to get her breathing under control. As the effects of the drug wore off, Walker found she could move a little more. The room she was in was nothing more than a badly lit over sized closet. There was no furniture to be seen no nothing. Just bare brick walls all around her, a cold hard floor and a pathetic bulb above putting out just enough light to make out the room; and to her right a large thick wooden door.
Janet Howarth awoke to find she was dangling in mid air by her wrists. The ropes securing her wrists were looped over a large hook that was attached to the ceiling. Her arms took her entire body weight.
The robes bit viciously into her wrists and as the drug wore off; the former dull pain began to rise to a wave of throbbing agony that threatened to engulf her.
A thick piece of cloth had been forced into her mouth and tied so tightly that it bit into the corners of her mouth. As her vision cleared Howarth discovered that she was in dark room, almost like medieval dungeon. Dark and foreboding with an atmosphere of malevolence. The room was cold and dank a slight draught caught her form the direction of the large wooden door and it was at that moment that she realised that she was completely naked.
"Prick teasing bitch. Think you're all that do YA?”
Think you're a goer? Think you can handle me Huh?" The voice kept mocking her, over and over it continuing to goad, chastise, and humiliate, threatening to take her.
"Well, I'm gonna see just how hot you are! I'm gonna screw you till you can't take any more! Then I'm gonna screw you some more Bitch!” Judith Sharp had awoken to find herself suspended in mid air by various straps attached to her wrists and ankles and her entire body weight supported by other straps holding her up.
Earphones attached to her continued to pump a constant stream of abuse into her ears after while it would stop. Then It would begin anew, something entered her, between her legs, slowly and gently, then it began to move in and out in and out working her up, making her wet, turning her on.
Sharp tried to fight it, tried to stop her self from becoming aroused, but it was impossible, every time she to tried to relax and screen out the intense arousal she felt. A brief electric shock shot through her.
The shock prevented her from concentrating. It prevented from resisting it prevented her from being anything other than the "Hot turned on bitch that you are." Came the voice once more "Feel me deep within you Prick teaser, this is what you wanted wasn't it? This is what you wanted all the time you wriggled those firm little tits of yours and flashed those smooth thighs. Well, now you've got it."
The dildo continued its work pumping deep within her, forcing her body to acknowledge the intense stimulation. For this science teacher and the fantasy of many a young schoolboy it was just the beginning.
So my guests are settled in and secure it only remains for me to add one more and the fun can begin.
She was the one that was going to pay the most. Of all the women I had a score to settle with Charmaine Porter was top of my list.
All I had to do was acquire her and my revenge would begin.
To Be Cont...
THE MONTE CRISTO FACTOR
Charmaine Porter had been the school sweetheart; the girl who it seemed could do anything. A top grade student, top school gymnast, & one time captain of the school cheerleading team. Prom Queen, most popular girl in the school and above all; the girl every boy wanted to screw (Myself included).
She was by far the most beautiful creature I had ever seen with a body to goGAGAover. One thing that Charmaine had was the most wonderful set of tits that any man could wish for.
Known as Charlie amongst her friends & melons among the guys who just dreamed of getting their hands upon her ample endowed breasts.
Well what can I say? I was young, going through hell with puberty and my Hormones were driving me crazy.
When she left college little 'Miss I can do anything' went on to study for her Masters in Journalism, graduating second in her class and then went on to be a top reporter for The Washington Post.
Oh how wonderful!
Her appearance in town only confirmed my suspicions, that she would be sent by her editor to cover the story. After all this was her town, her former school, and her former teachers who had mysteriously vanished.
I couldn't of planned this better myself.
What a great guy her editor was in sending me my quarry on a plate!
Charmaine began by visiting some of her old friends. Those who had decided to stay in town and raise a family. I guess she thought she could somehow get some background on events.
As expected she opted to stay in the local top class hotel, at Washing Post expense of course.
Charmaine pulled up in her rentedToyota, the car park of the hotel, deserted and silent as one would expect at2am. Having spent a very enjoyable evening with her old school friend Joyce Morrow & having consumed a considerable amount of wine.
I might add at this juncture Joyce Morrow was my first.
That is I lost my virginity to her.
Word at the time was she was as frigid as they come.
The truth was Joyce, went like a fucking piston, when she had the right partner.
She just wanted to be treated with a bit of respect and consideration, rather than just a lay.
I asked her out and we had a great time. I never made a move on her early on, and she appreciated that.
So much so, later on in our dating I was rewarded with the greatest night of my life.
Ah Joyce, if only you knew how happy you made me that night.
Charmaine returned feeling much the worse for wear. I watched as she exited her car, wearing a thin grey sweater that showed off her still prominent breasts. She had put a little weight since school. I guess she'd given up all those energetic past times to concentrate upon her studies.
There was no doubt though she was still a looker, particularly in those tightlevisthat she wore.
Stumbling slightly towards the hotel she never noticed me appear behind her. Aiming the electric tazer gun at her back. I fired, the projectile hitting her square in her shoulder. The electric current did the rest and she subsequently crumpled to the floor without a sound.
I bundled her unconscious form into the trunk of my car jabbed her in the arm with a prepared syringe then drove off into the night.
Now I know you're thinking..
You’re asking yourselves.
Just what grievances have I got against these four women?
What could they possibly have done to me to provoke such drastic and violent action?
Well now that all four of my guests have finally arrived.
I'll tell you…
Firstly,Walker, Of all of them she is probably the one I have the least against.
Her only real crime
Was that of Laziness!
In her Maths classes you either sank or swam. If you swam she considered you were worth the effort to teach.
But WOE BETIDE! He or she who began to falter, to have problems keeping up. They would be relegated to the REMEDIAL class or REM'S as they were so affectionately known.
Once placed in the REM’S, you never returned.
It was the Bermuda Triangle of Maths classes.
The stigma that went with it was also very high not only among schoolmates and other teachers but with parents too.
Thicko maths student, retard and lots of other names that went with it. But most of all you were a REM and that stuck to you it singled you out as the worlds biggest RETARD!
A real LOSER!
All Walker had to do was to spend a little time with those who had problems.
That was after all her job.
Fortunately for me I went and earned enough money doing various jobs to hire a private tutor who helped me figure out the mysteries of Maths. It took a while to get a grip, but I did it, and I will always be grateful to that tutor.
ButWalker? Well she was going to find out what being humiliated was all about. She was from a pretty conservative background almost Victorian in some ways. In fact my research showed that she steadfastly believed in sex only after marriage.
So aside from having her bound, gagged and helpless in her little guest room I figured she needed a little social awakening.
A Welcome to the 21st century as it were.
This was simple to achieve, after such a long period of being bound and gagged. She was in no real shape to put up much of a fight. When I placed her on the exercise bike completely naked I could see she was extremely upset about it.
She got even more upset when I secured her to it by leather straps.
And if that wasn't enough to humiliate her - he surprise I had for her next certainly capped my plan like icing on a cake.
When I started the motor attached to the exercise bike a rubber dildo came through the hole in the seat penetrating deep inside Rayment screwing her like she had never been screwed before faster and faster deeper and deeper.
Well it was working on Sharp really well.
So why shouldn't it with a slight modification I might add. Be used on Walker?
So I left her peddling like a madwoman, and being screwed like there was no tomorrow.
I saw tears run down Walker's face as the dildo worked itself upon her, years of repressed feelings were now being drawn out of her and very soon she would find herself in a position she had never thought possible.
That of a very turned on woman with a sex drive that she never knew existed.
Oh by the way!
Did I mention I was video taping all this?
Janet Howarth English teacher and probably the woman I had the most to settle a score with (Besides Charmaine that is).
It was early fall almost 5 years ago when I found myself arrested by the local police.
Then charged with…
The assault and attempted rape of Janet Howarth.
Let me begin by stating I was completely innocent of the charges.
I openly admit to having had a sneaking attraction to the woman, I guess you could have called it a schoolboy crush. But it never went any further than that.
Howarth was attacked by an individual who attempted to forcibly over power and rape her one evening as she prepared to go home. Fortunately she managed to scream for help and frightened her attacker away.
Afterwards she gave a description of her attacker to the police, who subsequently went out on a search for likely suspects. In a line up Howarth identified me as her assailant and from there it all became one big nightmare.
In this country they say you are innocent until proven guilty in a court of law.
That is such Bullshit! I was pronounced guilty from the very beginning, long before I ever went to court, which I never did.
There just wasn't enough evidence to get a conviction and I was released.
But the damage was done I was labelled a pervert and ran out of town for good.
GEEK, LOSER and most damaging of all PERVERT and RAPIST!
Imagine carrying that kind of load with you all these years.
I never attacked Howarth at all, I still don't know who did; but I have my suspicions maybe one-day I'll find out.
So Howarth you are the character in The Count of Monte Cristo who bore false witness, the respected pillar of the community whom everyone believed and who subsequently destroyed the life of an innocent man.
Well I Edmund Dante's have returned to exact my revenge and revenge it shall be of the most painful and humiliating kind.
Janet Howarth hung from the ceiling, her arms now numb with pain and the weight they bore, her body now covered with goose bumps from the continuous draught that came through under the wooden door. Having been blindfolded by me she hung waiting for what was to follow her heart beating rapidly, the cloth gag still biting deeply into her mouth, saliva dribbling down the edges. She waited, wondered with dread what was to be in store for her.
WHAP! A stinging sensation on her right breast "MMM” she screamed WHAP! On her left breast "MMMMMM" she screamed I waited built up the tension let her hang their not knowing from where the next strike would come. WHAP! WHAP! Right thigh and left buttock. "MMMMMMM” she screamed tried to kick out at her invisible tormentor.
Her ankles were secured to the metal rings embedded in the floor she couldn't kick out more than a few inches.
I had never been drawn to S+M at all I found the idea of beating someone to be quite repugnant, yet as I wondered about fitting punishments for these women and Howarth in particular. I realised just how appropriate it was and I rather enjoyed it too, not in a sexual way you understand, No I'm far more sophisticated than mere S+M could ever hope to meet. But to treat this woman with scorn, with contempt and have her completely in my power.
Now that is a turn on I can tell you. Way above S+M
I continued with leather paddle WHAP! WHAP! Making her wait try to anticipate when she would get the next beating. Then I used the cat and nine tails type across her stomach, back and breasts "Whoosh!" as it struck her body "Whoosh" followed by more "MMMMM" "MMMMMMM" of protest.
After a while I tired of it and moved on to my next little feat.
The force of the water hit Howarth like a boxer’s punch knocking the very air out of her lungs. A good hosing down was called for now from my specially acquired fire hose; it's got quite a kick to it I can tell you. I could tell poor Howarth wasn't too impressed with it.
I could see her become quite breathless, not only from the force of the water but from the fact it was also ice cold, the force continued for some time before it finally ceased and she just slumped dangling unconscious from the ceiling.
More for you later later BITCH!
I sat in my room watching each of my captives on monitors smiling inwardly the best was yet to come!
To be Cont…
THE MONTE CRISTO FACTOR
Sharp continued to be screwed, with out let up, the verbal abuse continuing, "Come on Bitch show me how hot you are.” "I'm gonna make you so sore you're be walking funny for weeks."
ON WENT THE BARRAGE OF ABUSE on and on and on.
She was by now totally exhausted having experienced a number of unexpected orgasms. The truth was weather she liked to admit to herself or not, something deep inside her actually liked being treated in this way. I guess her inner most fantasies have been brought to the surface for her to see in clear "Dante's Vision".
The screwing continued, the shocks she received came on a more regular basis with increased voltage now to ensure she stayed awake.
“No sleeping on the job now Judith!”
It soon became apparent that she was becoming dangerously exhausted so I had to cease for a while to let her rest. I lay Judith in her room bound tightly and administered a sedative to allow her to sleep.
“Enjoy your respite while you may Sharp there is still plenty more to come.”
And now my friends the finale Miss Charmaine Porter… Smart Ass, Prick Teaser, and traitorous bitch!
6 years ago and yet it only seems like yesterday when…
It was close to the summer dance and as with all red blooded males I was looking for a date or should I say hoping for a one. My list of potentials dwindled rapidly and it looked like I was going to end up spending the evening talking to the pot plants.
Imagine though when the girl of my dreams begins to approach me and begins talking. I stammer a lot with nerves and somewhere along the line ask her to be my date. She agrees and I am the happiest guy alive.
I know! I know! You're absolutely right. I should have smelled a rat; I should have seen it as clear as glass that she was setting me up.
Well what can I say I was in love, and love they say is blind.
But God even Stevie Wonder would have seen this coming!
But I didn't I was excited, intoxicated with the thought of having Charmaine Porter as MY date! In being the most envied guy in school and the idea that I might even get laid with her.
Then it happened just after the dance, we were in the back of my old car, kissing , fondling, and acting like teenagers did then and do now.
I was all fumbles, nervous and unsure what to do, but she began to show me. Letting me touch her marvellous breasts, kiss and lick them. God ! I was in heaven I was gonna get laid with Charmaine Porter I was…
Big hands suddenly pulled me from the car, angry voices, kicks, punches rained upon me. More angry voices. "Pervert!" "Geek" "Shit for Brains" "LOSER" My clothes were ripped off me and I was left lying in the mud naked, bruised and battered, my prized car was demolished and my dreams of love up in smoke.
My life was over.
I discovered that, Charmaine Porter had agreed to go along with the set up, she had deliberately led me into a trap like the proverbial lamb to the slaughter.
An event that would leave me scarred for the rest of my life.
So with Miss Porter now tightly bound up in my cellar the question remains what to do with her, what punishment can I devise for her that will equal or even exceed what she had me suffer?
Well how about this?
How about - I take everything she has worked for away from her? How about ensuring she never becomes the top reporter she aspires to be and at the same stroke take care of the other three?
Want to know how I'm going to do that?
Well I'll tell you. I'm going to do a magic act, one that even the great Harry Houdini and David Copperfield would be amazed at.
I'm going to make all four of them Disappear PERMANENTLY!
To be cont…
THE MONTE CRISTO FACTOR
I know what you are thinking.
You’re thinking I’m going eliminate them.
Well let me reassure you.
That, I am not!
Not after having gone to all this time and effort to acquire them.
NO, no, no!
I have far more creative ends for them.
Take Walker for instance, what do you suppose would be the best way of dealing with her?
Well I’ll tell you what I decided.
I decided that the best way was to humiliate her in most public way possible.
So I had a few videos made of her which portrayed her playing sexual bondage games.
This of course was not hard to manufacture, and having been pumped full of muscle relaxant drugs her responses were extremely good.
Ole Walker would definitely give any top class bondage actress a run for her money.
These videos would find their way to the town council and education board of governors.
Walker, respected member of the community.
Regular church goer.
A leading member of the town Christian moral reform group.
As well as a highly regarded teacher
She would be finished.
In this town.
Within the State.
Quite probably for good!
The people of this town are amazingly conservative.
It’s hard to believe it’s the 21st century, but there you have it.
Walker was finished, her good name, personal and professional would be completely demolished.
A fitting end to a very lazy woman.
I filmed her in a motel room, tied naked to the bed, surrounded by empty bottles of drink, some bondage equipment and a few condoms.
Assorted colours and flavours of course!
Needless to say the local tabloids would also get wind of it.
I wonder how that happened!!
Bye, bye, Walker. Bye, bye
Howarth and Sharp I dealt with in a very special way.
I sent them both to be trained by S+M Masters & Mistress's.
I couldn’t believe my luck when I came across a web site that advertised for slaves.
Well I thought!
What better way to deal with two troublesome women.
I arranged for Janet to be sent to Master Landrew a particularly well regarded Master, who just happened to be in the market for a new slave.
I sent Sharp to Mistress Biater, who had a real thing for blondes
Did I mention?
Mistress Biater was also bisexual.
Needless to say what she would do with Sharp.
I figured that since she liked to prick tease, she could do so with a woman who would be only too happy to reciprocate with a strap on dildo.
Janet would find herself under the auspices of Master Landrew. I informed him that she needed to be well trained. He assured me that he would turn her into a first class slave.
By the way did I mention that they both agreed to video tape the training sessions for me?
Now, it’s time.
For the main event!
Charmaine Porter, the one time girl of my dreams.
It is time for you to receive your punishment!
To Be Cont…
THE MONTE CRISTO FACTOR
Ah it is so satisfying when justice is not only done, but also seen to be done.
I sat watching the latest training videos from Master Landrew and Mistress Biater.
I was laughing so much it hurt, just seeing Howarth's face as Master Landrew chained her naked form to his dungeon wall.
She struggled and protested through her large ball gag, only to receive a stinging slap on her right tit from Master Landrews whip. Janets training had begun.
As for Judith, well Mistress Biater was being very creative with her.
Already, she had forced Sharp to crawl around on all fours, had been kept in a small cage at night and made to lick out Mistress Biaters pussy on very regular basis. This had taken some persuading with a riding crop.
To cap it all, Judith was pushed down over a table her wrists tied to the legs, then Mistress Biater had fucked her from behind with a large strap on dildo.
Judging by Judith's reactions, she’d been none too impressed! She screamed through her thick gag.
I switched off the VCR, my sides ached and tears rolled down my face, they had to have been some the funniest things I’d seen in ages. Poetic justice had manifested itself at long last.
I did however face a little dilemma, what would be the most fitting revenge to have Charmaine Porter endure?
I had already decided to end her journalistic career.
Miss I can do anything was finished.
I just needed to deal her in a suitably diabolical way.
I had kept her bound and gagged in her special room.
She lay naked in a joint wrenching hog tie.
Blindfolded and gagged with a thick piece of sheeting that was covered with a few layers of duct tape.
The surge of power I felt just standing watching her as she writhed on the cold floor.
It was fascinating to observe her efforts.
She lay on her side in a effort to lessen the intense pain she was experiencing.
Her large tits heaved, the amazingly large brown nipples seemed to have swollen, I figured it was from the cold.
Her muffled sobs came from behind the gag, feeling a little sorry for her I cut the hog tie and watched as she almost screamed as the tension was released.
She had changed somewhat in over four years but her body was still exquisite. It was then that I decided upon her fate.
Mistress Biater was only too pleased to take Charmaine and train her. She had certainly made a really great job of Judith.
I had Sharp delivered to me for while so I could enjoy her new perspective on life.
So much so I decided she should remain with Mistress Biater indefinitely, in return Mistress Biata agreed to train Charmaine for me.
And boy did she do a thorough job!
Again the training sessions were video taped.
On her return I decided to forward her on to Master Landrew for further training and preparation for her very new master.
I figured it was about time I had my own slave.
Who else could it have been?
Except Judith, but she now belonged to Mistress Biater.
Janet now belonged to Master Landrew I figured he'd earned her.
Mind you I have to admit to borrowing her for a while, just for a test drive you understand.
Don’t worry, you should know that I have an arrangement for Judith to visit Master Landrew and Janet to meet Mistress Biater in the near future.
Have to keep the training going you know.
Oh yes they won’t be getting it easy.
By no means.
So there you have it my very first vengeance targets dealt with.
There are others.
Many, many, many others.
And I will be going after them in due course.
So watch your back for my next target.
It may very well be..
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