What goes around Comes around. part 2
The last part of this series. Enjoy. If you want to see the other parts, they're in my stories.
I walked out of Racheal's bedroom, my head practically swimming. A million or so different thoughts were flooding my mind. Thoughts of what could happen if we failed, thoughts of what could happen if we suceeded, thoughts of what could happen if the plan fell apart... Our plan was essentially an ambush. We were going to wait for Natalie to enter the room, and then we were going to surprise her, tie her up, and get started with the revenge. Not the most elaborate plan, but a good enough one to convince Racheal to help me. She seemed very interested in the prospect of revenge, especially after I told her my plan. I think she viewed the posibility of getting to do whatever she wanted to Natalie as too good of a thing to pass up. Setting down on the couch, I focused on the clock. It read 8:30. Time was seeming like it was flying by. Leaning back, I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind. When Natalie finally did get home, I didn't want doubts clouding my focus. A few minutes passed by. The deathly quietness of the apartment was creepy. It was almost too quiet. A kind of quiet that would have made someone's mind go 'Oh Shit! What was that!' at the smallest noise. I could hear my heartbeat, almost in time with the ticking of the clock. I had just gotten used to the silence when I heard the handle of the door turn, and opened my eyes in time to see Natalie walk in. "Enjoying ourself, are we?" she asked, "Come here, boy." I didn't want to, but blowing our cover at this point would have been suicidal. Racheal was counting on me to convince Natalie that there was nothing wrong. Getting up from the couch, I nervously walked over to where Natalie was standing. "Open your legs." Natalie sounded impatient. Boy was she in for a surprise. I reluctantly spread my legs apart, knowing full well what was coming next. Natalie was going to go through her usual habit of inspecting the living room, kicking my balls each time she found something not done the way she liked, which was usually several times each inspection. Expecting this, I was caught off guard when I was kicked out of nowhere. Clutching my balls and crying out in pain, I dropped to the floor. That had been a hard kick, fully smashing my balls into my pelvis. Maybe Natalie wasn't doing things the usual way tonight. A minor flaw only, I hoped. "Pathetic as usual," Natalie said with a sigh. "Wait here for me, I'll be back in a bit. Once I get packed, you're coming with me." This kinda scared me. It put the need for sucess with our plan a few notches up the priority scale. Natalie walked down the hall, over to Racheal's room. Not even bothering to knock, she opened the door and barged right in. I heard a cry, and knew it was show time. Getting to my feet as fast as I could manage, I hobbled, (I was in pain), down the hall as fast as I could. Upon arriving at the bedroom door, I could she that Racheal had gotten one of Natalie's hands into a pair of handcuffs. I rushed over to help with the second hand. Even though it was two against one in our favor, Getting Natalie's other hand into the handcuffs was much easier said than done. She kept kicking, biting, and clawing at anything in her reach. At one point, Racheal was able to hold Natalie's arms behind her back, giving me a chance to force the other hand into the cuffs. Accomplishing this caused Natalie to start cursing profusely, and end going so far as to threaten us. But Racheal didn't seem to worried. Picking up Natalie, she threw her onto the bed, onto her stomach. After getting her legs handcuffed to the legs of the bed, we stood back for a second to admire our handiwork. "You two are so DEAD when I get free!" Natalie sounded pissed. Tough luck for you bitch, I thought. "Who said you're getting free?" Racheal asked, her voice in the curious tone. Apparantly she was thinking the same thing as me. We quickly got around to phase two, Preparation. I was tasked with getting a ball gag into Natalie's mouth while Racheal pulled out a knife and started to cut the clothes of the bitch. In no time at all, we had Natalie stripped completely naked with her tail bound to her back, exposing her ass completely. I smiled. We were actually going through with it. I was getting my revenge. Not against the person I had originally planned it for, but it was revenge nonetheless. We started with a belt. "This is for all the times you used this on me." Racheal whispered into our captive's ear. I stood back as the wolfess raised her arm and brought it down with great force onto Natalie's rear. I wasn't sure which was louder, the smack from the belt or the muffled scream that followed. Racheal raised her arm again, and brought it crashing down on the helpless ass before her. The process was repeated at least twenty times. I had lost track, being more interested in watching Natalie's face as the belt was brought down on her, again and again. She was really trying to tough it out, calming down after the first hit and then doing her best to hide the ignore the pain that she was clearly feeling. "Ok Spencer, help me flip this bitch over. There's at least one more part I want to spank." Not wanting to get on the bad side of the lady with the belt, I quickly grabbed the keys and went to work on Natalie's leg cuffs. She must have known what Racheal meant by "One more part", because she was doing her best to fight us and break free. It didn't take too long for us to get her flipped over and get her legs recuffed. A look of pure terror crossed over Natalie's face as Racheal set her sights on the exposed cunt infront of her. "This is for all the times you tortured me, " Racheal said, "It's finally my turn." No sooner had Racheal said this than she brought the belt down with a loud smack, dead center on Natalie's exposed cunt, causing a scream to be heard from behind the gag. Racheal went to work, bringing the belt down upon Natalie, too many times for me to count. I winced as I watched the wolfess work. This looked painful. After what I had guessed was at least thirty times, Racheal stopped, and tossed the belt to the side. Walking over to the nightstand beside her bed, the wolfess picked a few things up. One of them was the pink strap-on that I gotten to meet the night I was kidnapped. The other was a wooden spoon. I had no idea what that was for. "Come hold her open, " Racheal commanded, "I'm not done with her yet." I obeyed, more out of curiosity than anything else. 'What was she going to do with the spoon?' I wondered. Crossing over to Natalie and holding her slit open, I quickly found out. Grasping it firmly in one hand, Racheal smacked it down upon Natalie's exposed clit. Another scream was issued forth from behind the ball gag. I couldn't even begin to imagine what that felt like. After a good ten or so smacks, Racheal seemed to get bored with that, tossing the spoon to the side in disgust. Putting on the strap-on, the wolfess positioned herself directly infront of her captive's abused slit. "Ok Spencer, do you want any part of this?" Racheal asked me. "Sure." I grinned, this revenge was going well. "What can I have?" "You can have her mouth, I know you've been wanting it." Needing no further invite, I quickly took off my pants and climbed ontop of Natalie, sitting on her chest. After I removed the gag from her mouth, Natalie left it open, eyes closed, wordless. Maybe she was accepting the fact that she had no control, I thought. I moved a little closer to her face and waited. Looking back at Racheal, who had just begun to fuck the bitch, I was given a thumbs up. Turning back to face her, I saw that Natalie's eyes had opened. I moved even closer to her face so she could begin sucking my cock. Which she did. It felt good, having the bitch suck on me. I was given the awkward thought however, of wondering wheither or not the feeling was coming from the knowledge that we had complete control. I decided that the control part was definately helping the pleasure, and was starting to understand why Racheal had taken so much pleasure in torturing me all those nights ago. It felt good to be the dominant one. So distracted was I, in thinking about this, that I was caught completely by surprise when Natalie started to suck on my balls. I didn't object, because it still felt pretty good. Another stupid mistake by me. Leaning back a bit and closing my eyes, I was brought back to reality when I felt teeth clench down upon my poor nuts. I cried out louder than I had in a long while. This was the worst torture the poor things had gone through in a while. Natalie was really trying to make me pay, with all of the tugging she was doing with her head, trying one last time to castrate me. My screams brought me aid from my new favorite person. The wolfess apparantly bit down on Natalie's clit, causing the panther to lose her grip on me. I was able to pull myself free, falling off the bed in the process. I was in tears, clutching myself. Racheal was immediately beside me, instructing me to move my hands. I did, and the wolfess gingerly placed her hand on my ball sack. After a few moments of throbbing pain, I was told that they were still intact, which amazed me. I had been getting really lucky with that kind of thing. The wolfess picked me up and carried me out into the living room, and placed me on the couch, telling me that I should stay out there and rest. I saw no reason to object, she was more than capable of handling the job by herself. I heard her disappear back into her room, closing the door behind her. I slowly drifted off to sleep, my hands still shielding myself, as the symphony of muffled cries and growls from the next room lulled me to sleep better than any lullaby could do. I later found out that the cries were from Racheal going anal on Natalie, which served the bitch right.
- * * I awoke the next day not on the couch, but on Racheal's bed, lying in its owner's arms. "Good morning sunshine, " came a sweet sounding voice that I hadn't heard in years, "How did you sleep?" "Fine, " I replied, " I slept just fine." "Before you ask, No, we don't have to worry about Natalie anymore. I set things straight with her last night. We won't be seeing her here again." "That's good." I said with a yawn. "How are you feeling?" she asked me. "Better than I was last night, thankfully." Which was true, I was in nowhere near as much pain as I had been in when I fell asleep. The throbbing was reduced to a dull ache. I looked at the wolfess holding me. Her pink hair was in her face, but it wasn't in her eyes, which no longer looked threatening. I was lying on top of her, my head resting just above her breasts, which I noticed again for the first time in a while. I had been so busy hating Racheal that I had forgoten the perfect bust that was attatched to her chest. I started to stare, watching how they were gently rising and falling each time she took a breath, how her nipples were sticking out under her shirt, how they bounced as their owner sat up, laying me down on the bed beside her. "Don't tell me you've regained your staring problem." Racheal said with a laugh, which I was happily able to note didn't have a hint of cruelty in it. "Um..." "Here," Racheal said, taking off her shirt, revealing the hard pink points sticking out of each breast, "Let me help you out. But only if you promise to help me with my problem." "What's that," I asked, not bothering to hide the suspicion in my voice. "I haven't had a good fucking in ages." was all she said. I smiled, remembering how I would have killed to hear her say that three years ago, even when she kidnapped me. What a strange world this is, I thought as Racheal started to take off the rest of her clothes.