Revenge. That's what that little slut deserved, revenge. I was consumed by jealously, fury, and lust for revenge.

Let me back up a bit. My girlfriend and I had been dating a few years, since my junior year in college and her freshman year. When we met, Kim was a shy 18 year old, with a kid's innocent outlook on life, growing up in a conservative Chinese american from a middle class family in the burbs. She had never even kissed a guy before college.

Not that they hadn't tried. She's not a little petite oriental flower. Far from it, Kim's 5'8", with a slim athletic body. Smallish breasts, but an ass to die for. And guys chased her around, but she would have none of it. Kim was kind of a prude back then. Oh how she changed.

But back then, I'm suprised she even gave me the time of day, now that I think about it. I was older, drunk off my ass at a frat party when I met her. Kim looked like she was disgusted with even being there. And when I practically fell on her, she was pretty pissed looking. But we got to talking. I charmed her some, and eventually got her number.

Anyways, we progressed, albeit very slowly. I was messing around with some sorority ho's, but she and I actually started getting serious. Still, it took 2 months of exclusive dating before I got a real, open mouthed kiss, and another 6 months before I finally got her in the sack.

Not that sex with her was all that exciting. She was tight, shy, and embarassed. And, in the three years since then, she'd probably gone down on me twice. It was pretty frustrating, trying to get satisfied with such an uptight chick, but it was more than just a physical relationship. I just laugh now, but at the time, we were both in love.

So, after a year and a half of seeing each other exclusively, and some mediocre sex, I graduated and got a job as a travelling consultant. The next year and a half was tough, because we saw each other like one weekend a month and spent our vacations togther. Sure we talked on the phone, but it wasn't the same.

Now, I'm a pretty trusting guy. And on top of that, Kim's a pretty trustworthy girl. It's actually ironic, because she was always suspicious of me being far away, with my old frat habits from before I met her. But I was always faithful, after we started getting serious.

Betrayal

When Kim told me she met some guy from class who was really nice, I didn't think much of it. Of course, I wondered, but I knew she would never cheat on me.

Being lonely with our separation, she would tell me about spending more and more time with this guy, eating lunch and studying together. They even had dinner and saw a movie together. I know, because Kim told me everything. She was honest and had nothing to hide.

Then one day, she stopped talking about him. I would ask what Kim did last night. Then she would just say she had coffee with John, and stop at that. No details. Very strange.

One Thursday, we made a breakthrough at work, so I decided to take the weekend off and fly back to suprise her with a weekend in the mountains. I made all the arrangements. I would sneak into her apartment, and suprise her, and whisk her away. I thought it would be a nice suprise, since our relationship was getting strained by the distance.

I flew in that Friday night, drove up in my rental car, went around back. I climbed the tree to third floor, where I knew her roomate left the window unlocked. Her roomate always went home for the weekend.

After teetering precariously and sliding the window open, I dropped into her roomate's bedroom and was thankful that the tv was on in the other room. But then I heard the male voice.

I carefully peered through the crack behind the door and looked in. I could see them in profile in the living room. There they were, sitting right next to each other, on the floor, in front of the couch. Okay, they were watching a movie.

At first I was suprised, but I knew it was no big deal. She probably would have told me about renting a movie with him the next time we talked. I could trust her.

But then he put his arm around her, and she didn't even move. I was shocked. What was he thinking? Why did Kim let him do that?

But in one disgusting moment, the realization of what was going on hit me. What had been going on. For months.

I couldn't move. I couldn't even breathe. I wanted to cry, vomit, and scream. But I just stood there, watching.

Then his hand started caressing her shoulder. His other hand actually reach accross her and brushed her breast through her sweater. Her eyes closed and she started to breathe a little heavier.

He leaned over, and either starting blowing in her ear or kissing her neck. I couldn't see from where I was. Whatever it was, she must have liked it, becuase she put her arm around him. He pulled her to him, and I thoguth that she would see me as her face turned straight towards me hiding in the dark behind the door. But her eyes were still closed, and her mouth was open as she panted.

Then I noticed his hand has between her legs, rubbing her cunt through her jeans. Kim moaned lightly, but then she grabbed his hand and moved it away. I could barely hear her say, "No, don't. We can't."

But the son of a bitch didn't stop kissing her. He started rubbing her sweater again. Then his hand went under her sweater. When it found it's mark, she moaned louder and arched her back.

I had never seen her like this. It usually took much longer than this to get her hot, and hours of foreplay before she could ever come. But from the looks of it, she was close.

And I think john boy knew it too. His hand slid down from her sweather and grabbed the crotch of her jeans. Kim unvulated again and her mouth opened in a silent scream. She continued to writh as he undid her jeans and pulled them down with her underwear around her ankles. In all the time it takes to do that, Kim didn't resist or say anything, now that she was worked up.

He got her jeans off and went down on her. She bucked as his head bobed up and down. I didn't know what to make of it. She always had thought that oral sex was dirty. But it didn't look like Kim minded now.

Then he stopped and sat up straight. His hands pushed her head down to his lap. She pulled up his shirt and started licking his stomach. It was clear what he wanted, but it was also clear Kim was reluctant. So he undid his pants and pulled out his little dick and pushed her to it. She slowly took it in her mouth and sucked it like a popsicle.

I was disgusted, shocked, and hurt. Not only was she with another guy, but she was really going to town with him. But suddenly, I noticed that I was getting hard. When he started pushing her head up and down on his dick, I actually gasped with excitment. But they didn't hear, as he pumped her mouth on his pecker.

Kim gagged and broke out of his grip. "No, stop it!" He stopped, but his hand went to her clit. She moaned as he worked her with his fingers. Then he pulled her away from the couch, placing her flat on the floor. He crawled between her legs as she watched and submitted silently. Then he started fucking her.

She must have been hot, because she started moaning out loud. She must have been wet, because I could hear his dick sloshing in and out of her pussy. Then she came. No mistaking it--I would know that sound anywhere. He came right after. I came too. Then it was silent.

They laid there quietly for a while. Then I heard her sobbing softly. Between sobs, her voice. "We have to stop this. It's not right."

Well, that must have pissed him off. He got up, pulled his pants back on, and left. After the door closed behind him, she curled up into a ball and cried like a baby.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if I should go in there and comfort her, kill her, or fuck her silly. So I waited. After a while, she got up and took a shower. That's when I took off.

Revenge.

For the next week, I couldn't eat or sleep or work. I was possessed, consumed. I was hurt, sick, betrayed. But most of all, I wanted revenge. On her. So I planned.

I called her when she wasn't home and left a message, asking for a phone date. That's how I know she'd be home alone, thinking we had something to talk about.

I flew in and drove up again. In her roomate's room, I could see her watching tv, by herself this time. I waited and waited, past the time I was supposed to have called. Kim was restless, waiting for me to call. She actually picked up the phone and called me, and even left me a message. How nice.

Eventually, she got tired of waiting, and went to bed. She turned off the light and I could hear her getting under the covers. It was time.

My gloved hands pulled my ski mask over my head. I crept into her room and could hear her steady breathing. She didn't know I was there till I was on the bed, pinning her down with my body. One leather gloved hand went over her mouth, the other one grabbed her free hand, and the mini light in my mouth blinded her.

She squealed through my hand and struggled to get free, but couldn't move. Then she started thrashing. I let go of both her a mouth and her hand, and slapped her hard accross the face. The smack filled the room, and we were both silent for a second. She was shocked and I was stunned. I had never done that to anyone before, but it felt good. But I stopped.

My hand got the handcuff and slapped it on her wrist. I pulled her arm up over her head and threaded it throught the brass headboard.

"No, please don't. No, no" she whimpered. I didn't say anything, as I pulled her other hand up and clicked the other cuff home. "No, please, please" she started to sob. I slapped her hard again and thrust a raised finger to her lips. She gasped, and was silent.

Then I pulled a black blind fold out and wrapped it around her eyes. Then I stopped to look at my work.

There she was, her arms pinned above her head, blindfolded. She was sobbing quietly, mouthing the words "no, no", without sound. Time to go to work.

I got off her and yanked the covers off. She started to thrash again, but she felt my hand against her cheek, threatening her again. She fell still.

I pulled out the ties and looped them around her ankles. As I threaded one through one corner of the foot the bed, she locked her legs together. Her whole body was on the edge of the bed. I got up and put both hands on the other leg. I yank with all I could, and wrenched her leg wide apart. Then I looped it through the other corner. I pulled it hard, stretching her wide open.

There she was, my lying cheating slut prude girlfriend, who I hated and loved, tied spread eagled, blindfolded, in a tshirt and loose shorts. Her long thin stretched out body was hot. I almost couldn't blame John.

I climbed on the bed. My hands started at her wrists and worked their way down, stopping on her breasts.

"No, please please dont. I'll give you anything you want, but please don't." I slapped her lightly, and she stopped begging,but kept crying.

My hands rubbed her tits, the same ones John felt up. Then the went down her sides, around her hips, around her inner thights, avoiding her groin. Then I grapped her cunt through her shorts, and she gasped. I rubbed it, and she struggled with her bonds to move away from me. I rubbed and rubbed, and she struggled.

Then I stopped, and took out my knife. I put the smooth blade against her face, and she froze at the cold steel. I traced it down her neck, the tip lightly scratching her soft skin. Then I slowly cut her shirt down the front. I pulled it open, exposing her breasts.

I leaned down and licked her nipples. Then I suck her tits, almost inhaling them, as she struggled and cried.

I got my knife back and put my thumb in the waistband of her shorts. The blade cut one leg open, and then the leg of the panties. I put it down and placed my hand on her thigh, slowly moving it up and rubbing her peeking mound. She tried to struggle away again.

I took the knife and held it to her throat. She was perfectly still. Then I finished with teh other leg, and peeled the shorts away. She was gloriously naked in front of me, and I wanted her like I never had before.

I bent down and licked her pussy. It was dry. Then I worked on her clit, just brushing it with the tip of my tongue. She have struggled, have writhed. My fingers then spread her cunt lips, and my tounge probed deeper. I sucked her and worked her.

Man, was I hard. When I couldn't wait anymore, I undid my pants and shoved my rock hard cock into her dry hole. She cried out, and I covered her mouth again. It was rough, she was so dry, but I kept pumping. As I got settled in, she started to lube up a bit. Each pump when deeper, until I was buried to the hilt, and each thrust made her grunt through my glove.

I was fucking and fucking, breathing on her, as she laid there, with her face turned away from mine. My gloved hands mauled her tits, grabbed her ass, rubbed her clit. I fucked and fucked. Then I pulled out and moved my dripping cock up to her face.

"No", she cried, and I jammed it into her mouth before she could close it. Her teeth were shut and locked tight. I put my hand around her throat and slowly squeezed, until she understood.

I slid my wet cock into her mouth, a little deeper. Her lips closed around me as I filled her, probing deeper and deeper into her throat. Each time, she would gag, and I would pull out and slowly go back in. Pretty soon, she learned, and was deep throating me.

I pumped faster and faster, one hand on her throat, the other holding her head. Then I grabbed her head with both hands and held it still, as I felt my wad coming up. She knew it too and started to resist. I spoke for the first time, "Take it bitch. Take it. Swallow my cum, you cheating whore"

She stopped struggling as recognized my voice. But then my balls exploded, sending my jism into her throat. She gagged, struggled, and swalled. I kept her head still and my groin mashed up against her face, as prick pulsed in her mouth.

Then I pulled out and collaped on top of her.

She whispered "Mike? Mike? Is that you? What are you doing? Why are you doing this to me?"

"Shut up, you whore" I spat out. She was quiet, and then she started to cry as she understood.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Shut up, you bitch lying cunt." I pulled out a sock and jammed it in her mouth. Then I undid her legs and flipped her onto her stomach, and tied her back down.

Punishment

With a pillow wedged under her hips, her ass was lifted high in the air. I left her like that while I got a drink from the fridge. When I came back, I was ready for the next round.

She tried to talk to me through the gag, but I wasn't ready to hear any of her bullshit. I tested the riding crop in the air, and the woosh made her silent.

The cool leather lightly caressed the back of her thigh, before I lifted it and cracked it against her ass. She screamed through the gag. Then the whip came down again and again, leaving red lines accross her ass and thighs. She writhed and cried and struggled. All my fury came out as I whipped her.

Then I noticed she was bucking. I paused and reached between her legs and rubbed her cunt. She was soaking wet, dripping. I continued whipping her and she kept moaning. Then I climbed up and fucked her from behind, driving her deep. I had never even fucked her this way, but she was hot. After a couple strokes, her pussy clamped down on my rod as she came and came. I kept fucking and she kept coming.

I reached around and grabbed her clit. It was soaked and slippery. Then I shoved my wet thumb into her asshole, and her entire body tensed and she screamed more. I fucked and fucked, with my cock and my thumb in her ass, punishing her for all she was worth. Her entire body shuddered as she had a massive orgasm, squeezing my cock and my hand, as I shot my load into her cunt.

Resolution

I collapsed onto her, and we both were exhausted. I removed her gag, and she immediately cried "Mike, oh MIke, I'm so sorry."

I had just raped my own girlfriend, and brutally at that, and I felt like shit. All the emotion and rage and lust came pouring out, and I started crying. We both lied there bawling.

I undid her bonds and we lied there next to each other, hurt, betrayed, violated. We must have laid there for hours, both awake, not knowing who did worse to thte other.

But then she moved closer. Tentatively, she touched me with her arm. We moved closer, and held each other, and slept, making some sort of peace.

I awoke, to my amazement, with her mouth around my cock. She wasn't very good, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. I reached over and felt her pussy, and it was wet.

I pulled her over, and clearly she didn't know what was going on. She might not have been innocent, but she was still inexperienced, as I put her knees around my head. I reached up and licked her wet slit, and we sucked and licked each other.

he rest of the night and weekend, she fucked and sucked and did all kinds of decadent acts, renting pornos and calling phone sex lines. I had never seen her come like that before, but I sure have a lot since then.

In that wierd way, she was transformed into a different sexual being. Everything was forgiven in that raw sexual sharing. Years later, we're still together. We live in the same city now, but I still don't see her all the time. And even if she is hot to trot now, I do trust her again. Strange how things turn out.

The End