A Beastly Vengeance
Slowly drifting off to sleep, I lay there there with eyes half
open, gazing at the naked slumbering form of my wife on the bed
beside me. She was an incredibly pretty lady: dreamy blue eyes,
long reddish blonde hair and a full figure only just bordering on
being slightly overweight. Round and curvy, yet soft and firm -
just perfect.
Bitch! How dare she! I'll show her... Twice now she had cheated
on me, and I was not going to let her get away with a third time.
Our love-making had been intense on my part, due to the knowledge
that it would be our last. For her part, it had been as apathetic
as usual since she had found her new lover. Quietly leaving the
bed, I padded softly to my desk. Everything was where I had left
it.
It didn't take long to prepare my revenge. The idea came to me
quite easily, and as I carried out each step with stealth I
thought back to the first time I had noticed them together.
I had come out of the shower and was about to walk into the
bedroom. From where I stood in the doorway, I could see her
reflection in the mirror, on the bed, naked. Her legs were open
and she was murmuring, with pleasure at our dog lapping away at
her cleft. She was writhing in an excited state, and the dog
didn't seem to be minding it too much either. Walking quietly
away, I went back into the bathroom.
Oh, how I hated her for it. How could she? But yet I felt so
incredibly turned on by it all, and as I worked my frustration out
into the toilet bowl, the humiliation only increased the sensations
of pleasure. And I hated her all the more for it. And here she
was again now, the dog once more between her legs as she lay half
on her side. She was smiling, half awake, much as I had been
earlier.
But something was not right. Suddenly staring up at me in shock,
she inhaled with a start. But this was not the only thing that
was wrong. The dog had his tongue stuck, and was pulling his head
back trying to get it free, causing my wife some considerable pain
in the process. But it was no use - the superglue I had placed
there was simply just too strong.
Shock had given her some coherence, and she looked down, feeling
that something else was not right. There was something stuck in
her rectum. Stuck fast, much like the dog with her clitoris. Had
I sealed up her arse, intending to force feed her laxatives? Was
that what it was? Well, no, and while I had thought about it, I
considered this to be much more fun.
Taking a lighter I struck the flint and applied the flame to the
rocket, watching in amusement as her struggles only fanned the
flame while causing the dog to attempt to painfully back away.
Sweat was breaking out upon her brow, and her chest was glistening
with sweat. Ogling the sight before my eyes, it was a surprise to
us all when the rocket finally went off.
It penetrated deep into her bowel, the fire quickly being
extinguished, but not before it had caused plenty of pain. Blood
began to seep from the wound, followed by a sludgy dark brown trickle, causing a foul stain to the bedclothes. The dog had
jumped so much with fright that his tongue had been ripped free
from her love-bud, which was now stained red with their blood.
Turning my back on them, I left the room and went downstairs,
waiting for her screams to bring the police.