My Ex-Girlfriend's Revenge

I’ll be the first to admit, I’m not exactly a nice guy. So don’t cry for me, Argentina. But even guys like me should only be subjected to so much.

I dated Candace in college, and my not-nice-guy days were in full effect back then. She’d been a virgin when we first started going out, and even though she’d wanted to save herself for marriage, I talked her into popping her cherry.

And that’s no big deal—I mean, how many guys have talked girls into doing it before they were ready? But it didn’t stop there. Once I got her to start fucking me, I branched out, first with titty-fucking, then with blowjobs (I made her swallow), and then I made her take it in the ass. A few times I even fucked her in the ass, then stuck my cock in her mouth to swallow my cum. When she started to complain about those things, I dumped her, and moved on to the next girl who would lick up my cum off the floor. Not exactly world-class citizen stuff there.

I haven’t seen Candace since we graduated six years ago. But I get a constant reminder of her in my co-worker Jill, who was Candace’s roommate in college and is still close friends with her. Jill works in the accounting department of our company, and though I don’t have to interact with the number-crunchers that often, I still see her in the hallway and the office kitchen all the time, and her scowl reminds me what she’s thought of me since our senior year.

So I was surprised to get an email from Jill one Friday afternoon with the subject line “Truce?” She asked if she could come by and I told her I was always happy to talk.

When she stopped by my office, the first things I noticed about Jill was her skirt. It was well above the knee, and just barely acceptable by office standards. I’d never been a big fan of Jill’s personality—to be honest, she’d been a straight-up cunt—but I had to admit that she had great legs, nice tits, and a pretty face.

“Devon,” she said.

“Jill. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I know I haven’t exactly been friendly this last year. What do you say I make it up to you?”

“Sounds good to me,” I said, suspicious of her motives.

“You remember my parents’ place over in Oakdale? We had that party there junior year.”

I certainly remembered it. I’d dragged Candace into a bathroom and made her take a cum shot up her tight little ass before I’d take her home.

“My parents are in Europe for the month,” she continued, “and I’m watching the house for them. You want to come by tonight and have a drink?”

Not what I’d been expecting, but even given our past, I wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to tap that hot little ass she was carrying around underneath that skirt. I told her I’d love to, and would meet her there after work.

That evening, I found the house with little trouble, guided by my throbbing cock. She led me into a sunken living room, and invited me to take a seat on the sofa while she fixed us martinis. We made small talk while she made the drinks, and toasted to new beginnings when she brought out our glasses.

“I have to confess,” she said, “I brought you here with bad motives.”

“Bad motives?” I asked. “Do tell.”

“Well,” she said, “I admit that I was never crazy about the way you treated Candace back in school.”

“That was a long time ago. Things change.”

“Yes. Well… I also wanted to show you this.”

She pulled out a manila envelope and dropped it on the coffee table in front of us.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Take a look.”

I opened the envelope, and felt myself flash red. She had bank records, check requests, reimbursement forms—the works.

“Twenty-five thousand dollars,” she said. “Those records are the start to finish of your embezzlement from the company. And I’ve scanned them all and put them in an email file to Joe Spencer, which will automatically send on Monday morning at nine a.m.”

I say in stunned silence, flipping through the pages. It was all true—I’d diverted the money into a bogus vendor account I’d set up, and diverted the funds from there into my own account. She definitely had the goods on me.

“Unless,” she said, “you’re prepared to do exactly what I say.”

“What the fuck, Jill? I mean . . . what the fuck!”

“The time has come, Devon, for a little payback. Candace!”

From the kitchen, Candace emerged. I hadn’t seen her in six years, and she still looked great. She’d gone back to her natural brunette, and wore tight-fitting jeans with a pink top that accentuated the perky tits that I’d fucked countless times in college.

I fidgeted in my seat. “What did you have in mind?” I asked. “Wash Candace’s car for a month?”

Jill stood up and walked over to me. She pulled a hand back and slapped me sharply across the face. “You don’t seem to realize what we’re talking about,” she said. “Twenty-five thousand dollars makes this a felony. That means real jail time. That means incarceration in a federal prison. Getting down on your knees and sucking off violent criminals,” she said. “You’re not going to get off with a couple of weekend car washes, you little prick.”

I could see she was serious, and there was no doubt she had me by the balls. “What do you want?” I asked.

“Is anyone expecting you this weekend?” she said. “Any appointments, engagements, places you have to be?”

I ran through my mental calendar. I’d set aside the weekend for sleeping in and watching porn—which now struck me as pathetic. Other than meeting up with a couple buddies for drinks later, I hadn’t planned anything. “No,” I said.

“Good,” she said. “Then your weekend belongs to us.”

“Are we going to make him strip down?” Candace said. It was the first time she had spoken, and the sound of her voice was sobering—they meant business.

“In due time,” Jill said. “First thing’s first.” She walked to the front door. “Get over here,” she commanded. I walked to her side. “Go back down three blocks to the little business district. You know it?” she asked. I nodded. “Go to Ling’s Nails & Wax, and ask Ling for the Full Special. Tell her that Jill told you to report there.”

“Ling?” I said.

“She’ll know what it means. When you’re done, return here immediately.”

I walked out and got into my car. For a minute, I considered just driving—driving until I didn’t know where I was. Jill had the dirt on me, but she could only reach me so far. If I just left . . . . No. I’d spent too much time here, invested too much in the company to leave now. Yeah, I’d taken that money, but I wasn’t about to let some bitch from the accounting department cheat me out of all the hard work I’d done, just because she’d caught me in a little lie. I’d go through with what she wanted, even if that meant a little humiliation.

When I got to Ling’s, there were two women sitting in the waiting room. I went to the counter, where the receptionist checked in customers.

“Ling?” I asked the Asian woman at the register.

“You come for wax or nail?” she said in a thick accent.

“The, uh, Full Special,” I said.

“Oh, Full Special! Very special!” The two thirty-something women sitting in the waiting room looked up, and I averted my eyes to the floor. “Full wax!” she said.

“Full wax?” I asked. I didn’t know what was in store for me.

“Yes, full! Armpit, chest.”

“Oh. Okay,” I said. This didn’t sound that bad.

“You want cock and ball?”

“Cock and – ? The Full Special. Whatever.”

“Yes, cock and ball! And anus!” One of the women customers smirked and looked down into her magazine.

“Ah,” I said.

“Feet too,” said Ling.

“Yes, of course feet,” I said. In for a penny, I thou
ght . . . .

Ling led me into one of the waxing rooms and told me to strip. It was clear that Jill and Candace wanted me humiliated, but if it was just going to be Ling and me, no big deal. I took off all my cloth
es and laid down on the waxing table, and Ling proceeded to strip most of the hair off my body below my neck. She started with my chest, then did my armpits. Pretty soon, I was throwing my legs up over my head and she was applying hot wax to my asshole. After a half hour, I was as bare as a schoolgirl. The only saving grace was that I wasn’t a real hairy guy in the first place, or it would have been one hell of an ordeal.

I returned to Jill’s parents house to find Jill and Candace enjoying a cocktail on the front porch. “He returns,” Jill said, and led me inside. “Strip down and let us inspect Ling’s handiwork.” I complied, and took off my clothes. Candace had seen me naked plenty of times, of course, but this was the first time I’d showed off my body to Jill.

“Very nice,” she said, seeing my bare scrotum, cock, and chest. “Ling is the best.” She retreated to the next room and opened a closet. “Now put this on.” She held a French maid’s uniform—extra large—on a hanger.

“What?” I said.

“Look,” Jill responded. “You’re going to do exactly what we say. If you’re not on board for that, go home now, and the email goes out Monday morning. If you want even a chance that I’ll reconsider sending it to Spencer, stop questioning my orders, and do exactly what I tell you.”

She had a point. I took the maid’s uniform from her and put it on as they watched, smiles glued to their faces. The skirt barely covered me at all, and my limp dick hung down below it. Jill and Candace snickered. “You look good, Dev,” Candace said.

“Fuck you,” I told her.

“What?!?” Jill said, genuinely indignant. “You do not talk to her that way. Your days of treating my friend like dirt are over! Get over here and get on your knees.”

I walked over to them and got down on my knees.

“Kiss her foot,” Jill said. Candace stuck out one foot, clad in a black leather boot, and I bent down and kissed it. “That’s right, you little bitch,” Jill said. “Now lick it.” I did what she told me, licking Candace’s boot. Candace tensed up for just a moment, but then she put her hand on my head and gently grabbed my hair, and I could tell she was enjoying it.

“Candace always told me,” Jill continued, “that the real problem with you was that she didn’t know how to control you. You just keep licking that boot and we’ll see what we can do about that.” Jill walked up the stairs, leaving Candace and me alone. As commanded, I kept my face near the floor and continued licking Candace’s right boot.

“Now lick this,” Candace said. She turned around and propped one boot on its toe, showing me the underside.

“Candy—”

“Lick it!”

I could tell she was really enjoying this, and as she ordered, I licked the smooth bottom of her boot.

Jill walked back down the stairs and came up behind me. “Hands behind your back,” she said. I put my hands together on the small of my back and felt cold steel as she clicked a pair of handcuffs in place over my wrists. “That should keep you in check. Now get up.”
I struggled to my feet, hands useless behind my back. “Candace told me about all the pervy things you used to make her do,” Jill said. “But she did say that at least you were good with your tongue. Get over here and kneel.”

Jill sat on the couch and motioned for me to get down in front of her. I knelt on the carpet as she hiked up her skirt and spread her taut legs, revealing a soft, pink, shaven pussy. “Show me what you can do.”

She was right about one thing—I know how to lick pussy. I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit, then moved down and gently slid my tongue into her cunt, feeling along her insides for her g-spot. I glanced up and saw that Jill’s eyes were half-closed and her mouth open. She let out a soft moan. I moved back to her clit and worked my tongue in circles around it. Behind me, I could hear a vibrator click on as Candace went to work on herself, watching me service her friend.

After a few more minutes of working hard on Jill’s clit, her muscles went tight and her back arched, and she let out one loud scream. My mouth filled with the cunt juice that gushed out of her as she came.

Jill came to, and planted her foot squarely on my chest, pushing me backwards. I toppled over on my side and could see that Candace indeed was working the vibrator on her clit. “Crawl over here,” Jill said, as she stood up and walked over to Candace. I frog-legged over to where Candace was sitting on the opposite couch. “I know about all the nasty things you did to Candace’s ass. And now you’re going to apologize.”

“I—” I said. “I’m sorry, Candace.”

“Not to her,” Jill replied. “You’re going to apologize to her ass. Candace?”

Still working her twat with the vibrator, Candace rolled over so that her knees were on the edge of the couch and she was facing away from me.

“Kiss her ass,” Jill said. I crawled in closer and started planting kisses all over Candace’s round ass. Her crack was wet from the juices that had dripped down as she diddled herself, and her asshole was glistening. After a minute of kissing her ass, Jill said, “Kiss her asshole, you piece of shit.” I dove in and kisses the tight little butthole that I’d fucked those years before. “Lick it,” Jill commanded, still sitting on the arm of the sofa next to us and appearing to enjoy my subjugation. I lapped at Candace’s little brown-eye, tasting the juice that had run down between her legs. Jill got up, came around behind me, and planted a firm slap on my ass. Candace kept running the vibrator over her twat, and between that and my tongue on her hole, she started to gyrate and press her ass against my face.

Jill slapped my ass again. “Stick your tongue up her ass!” I followed her order and pushed my hard little tongue past her sphincter and into her ass. Candace let out a shudder and, after a moment of my tongue-boning her ass, she let out a familiar cry as she came. I slid my tongue back out of her ass and kneeled before her. Despite being forced to do everything I’d done over the last few hours, I was horny as hell and my hairless prick was rock hard. I prayed that they’d at least jerk me off so I could get a nut.

No such luck. Behind me, Candace tossed the cushions off the couch where I’d eaten her out and unfolded a sofa bed. From a drawer, she pulled out a set of ropes and ankle cuffs. “Stand up,” she said, and guided me to stand with my back to the foot of the sofa bed. I stood, and she cuffed my ankles together. She then tied one of the ropes to each cuff on both my feet and hands. “Sit,” she commanded, and I sat on the foot of the bed. She ran the lines around the metal frame of the bed on its four corners, then reached around behind me and unlinked my handcuffs so that each cuff still bound my wrist but the two cuffs were no longer hooked together. As my hands came free, she pulled the ropes that attached to each handcuff and I was pulled backwards onto my back, with my arms spread apart and strapped down to each corner of the bed. She did the same with my ankle cuffs, spreading my legs and pinning my feet against the corners of the foot of the bed.

Jill and Candace turned off the lights as they headed to the stairs. “Sleep well, prick,” Jill said. “We’ll have more work for you to do tomorrow.”

I woke up in the morning when Jill threw a glass of cold water in my face. “Rise and shine,” she said. Despite the cuffs, I’d actually slept well, though I woke up with the same blue balls I’d had the night before and the same raging hard-on.

Jill undid the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, and I stood up to stretch. “This way,” she said.

I followed Jill up the stairs into the bathroom. “Piss,” she said, and I stood in front of her and let loose a long stream into the toilet. “Now get on your hands and knees,” she said. I kneeled down as
she pulled something from a drawer. “Ever get an enema?” she asked.

“No,” I said.

“First time for eve
rything.” She filled the enema bag with water and hung it on the shower curtain bar. She spit on my asshole, and slid the enema tube up my butt. It was a strange sensation—like taking a shit in reverse. She uncorked the tube to the bag, and I could feel the water start to fill my bowels. Jill pulled an electronic timer from another drawer and set it on the counter. “Ten minutes,” she said, and I heard a beep. “You don’t let anything out of that ass for ten minutes.” She walked out, and the water from the enema bag continued to fill me. At first it was a pleasant fullness, but it soon stretched me wide open, and I was afraid I’d burst. I looked up at the bag hanging from the shower curtain bar and saw that it had entirely emptied. I tried to hold as still as possible, and after what seemed like an eternity, the timer went off. I pulled the tube from my asshole and jumped onto the toilet, where the water—and everything else that had been up my ass—came cascading out. After a couple minutes, I wiped and flushed. Jill walked back in and commanded that I shower, which I did. When I got out, she gave me a pair of pink crotchless panties to wear, and I slid them on.

I came back downstairs to find Jill and Candace dressed. Jill looked at me. “My mother told me I had to clean the kitchen floor while she was gone, and I haven’t done that yet. You’re going to do that while we go out.”

I followed her into the kitchen, where she handed me a broom. “You get ten minutes to sweep, and then you clean the floor.”

“Sweep and mop?” I asked.

Jill looked mischievously at Candace. “Sweep yes, mop no. You’re going to clean it with your tongue. So I suggest you do a good job sweeping.” Jill had set up a video camera on the counter to record my cleaning efforts. “I’ll check the tape when we get back. Now go!”

I furiously started sweeping the kitchen, getting out as much of the dirt and grime as I could. After ten minutes, another timer that Jill had set on the counter went off, and after a moment’s pause, I got down on my hands and knees and started to lick the floor clean.

You’ve probably never licked a floor clean, but I can tell you that it takes a long time. I took the risk of helping myself to several glasses of water as I went along, hoping that Jill wouldn’t punish me for it. I was just finishing several hours later when Jill and Candace returned.

“Good boy,” Jill said. “You’re such a good little bitch. The floor looks so clean!” My dick hung limply from the panties she’d made me put on. They each held shopping bags from a trip to the local mall. “Thanks for letting us use your credit card for this stuff, by the way.” She held up my Visa, which she’d obviously grabbed from my wallet.

“We’ve got a friend coming over a little later, but right now, we’re going to give you a treat. Follow me,” she said. Candace just watched as I followed Jill out the kitchen and to a door leading downstairs. We emerged into a basement rec room with a big screen TV. Candace clicked the TV remote and a hardcore porno came on—a naked girl was lying on her side on a bed with red satin sheets, rubbing her clit while a muscular guy behind her pumped his cock in and out of her ass.

“Sit down,” Jill ordered, and I dropped onto the couch. The moaning girl getting her ass reemed started making my cock hard. Jill had brought down the cuffs and rope from the night before and she strapped me down to the couch with my legs and arms spread apart, so again I couldn’t reach my cock or rub up against anything. “Enjoy,” she said, and headed back upstairs.

The porno seemed endless, and without being able to reach my throbbing cock, it was little pleasure to watch. A parade of girls took it in the ass and in the mouth, and got huge loads of cum delivered onto their faces and into their open mouths. At one point, one of the girls turned tails on the guy and fucked his ass with a strap-on. The highlight for me was a gorgeous brunette who took it in the ass and then titty-fucked a guy until he shot his wad all over her face. She flinched as the first shot of his load squirted out of his cock and caught her right in the eye. I bucked into the air as she licked the cum off his dick, trying to find something to rub up against myself, but to no avail.

Several hours later, Jill came back down and retrieved me. “Our friend is here,” she said. I figured that one more girl to eat out wouldn’t be any big deal. She cuffed my hands behind my back and led me back upstairs.

“Devon,” Jill said, as she led me back into the living room, “meet Ryan.” If I thought I’d been humiliated before, I had no idea. There I was, standing handcuffed in the middle of the living room wearing pink panties with some dude watching me.

“Nice,” Ryan said. And with that, it hit me—the voice, the haircut, the clothes—Ryan was gay. It wasn’t another girl I was going to have to service—it was something else.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said.

“It’s your call,” Jill said. She walked to the front door and opened it. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought a little old lady with a walker on the sidewalk saw me standing there before I took a step to the side. “It’s up to you, Devon,” Jill continued. “You knew the deal—you can either do what we tell you, or the files go to Spencer.”

I looked back over at Ryan. He was sitting on the couch, eyeing my ass. “What are you going to make me do?” I asked them.

“You’re either in or you’re out,” Jill said. “What I’m going to make you do is whatever the fuck I want to.”

My shoulders slumped, and I quietly nodded. Jill closed the door and came back over to where I was standing. “So, Ryan,” she said, “what should we make him do?”

“Let me see his ass. Bend him over,” Ryan said.

To emphasize the order, Jill smacked my ass, and I faced away from Ryan and bent over, my ass exposed to him.

“Very nice,” Ryan said. “You weren’t kidding about him. Take off his panties.”

Jill slid the panties down my legs and I stepped out of them, still bent over.

“Did you do what I asked you?” Jill asked Ryan.

“Yep. I haven’t jerked off for a week. My balls are nice and full of cum for this little slut.”

Candace was sitting to the side, enjoying every minute of it. From a bag, Jill pulled out a collar and leash, and attached it around my neck. Ryan stood up and started to strip down.

“Devon,” Jill said, “I’m going to give you your one and only choice of the weekend.” Ryan slid off his boxers to reveal the biggest cock I’d ever seen outside my porn collection. “Ryan here has been dying to pop that little cherry ass of yours, but I told him that I’d let you choose whether you were going to take it in your ass or in your mouth. So . . . what do you think?

I looked at his huge cock, growing bigger by the second as it grew erect.

“My ass or my mouth?” I asked.

“But there’s one thing,” Jill said. “If you take it in the ass, he’s going to pull out and come in your mouth. Up to you.”

I eyed Ryan’s cock again as he sat back down on the sofa. “I’ll be real gentle on your ass,” he said. “You might even like it.”

I doubted that. This guy had certainly been cornholed plenty of times, but my ass was exit-only, and I wasn’t about to change that, even if it meant blowing his huge cock.

“I’ll blow him,” I said. Ryan looked momentarily disappointed, but he fingered his cock and it somehow got even bigger and harder than before.

“Then get over here, bitch,” he said.

I walked over and knelt down in front of him, my hands still uselessly cuffed behind me. “Suck it, you little cunt,” he said.

I opened my mouth and wrapped it around the head of his massive cock. Over to the side, Candace took out her vibrator and started to go to work on her pussy. I hadn
‘t seen her do it, but her jeans were down around her ankles and her wet cunt was engorged and shining.

“Oh, I forgot to mention on
e thing,” Jill said from behind me. She walked to the closet and opened it, taking something out. Ryan’s cock pumping in and out of my mouth, I glanced sideways at what Jill had pulled out. “Whichever hole Ryan takes, I’m taking the other.” She had stepped into a huge black strap-on dildo, and was tightening the harness around her waist.

I continued to blow Ryan’s massive cock, which he pumped hard in and out of my mouth. Jill came over and knelt behind me, and I could feel her squirt a bottle of lube on my bare asshole. She guided the head of the strap-on to my tight little hole, and was starting to lean into it. I opened up easier than I would have thought, and she pumped the strap-on all the way into my ass. There I was—like so many pornos I’d jerked off to—one cock in my mouth and one in my ass. As I took it both ways, I just thanked God that Jill had left the video camera in the kitchen and wasn’t filming this.

Jill continued to fuck my ass, and Ryan was taking his time with my blowjob. A couple times, I could tell he was close to blowing his load, but he would pull his cock out of my mouth and make me lick his balls. Like me, he had waxed, or maybe shaved, so his balls and cock were smooth and tight. I did as he told me, with Jill still pounding away on my virgin ass. Candace sat next to us and came over and over again, working the vibrator on her clit and up into her pussy.

Ryan finally grabbed his own legs and hoisted them up. “Lick my ass,” he said. I tongued his bald asshole, my humiliation complete. Thinking over the last 24 hours, I had gotten off two girls with my tongue, licked my ex-girlfriend’s asshole, taken a strap-on in the ass from a hot co-worker, and sucked a guy’s dick, licked his balls, and now licked his ass. It really couldn’t get any worse.

After at least a half hour of blowing Ryan, he finally left his cock in my mouth long enough that I made him come. His hot, gooey spunk flowed into my mouth in what seemed like buckets. “Swallow it!” Jill commanded, and I sucked it down my throat. After I’d slurped up all of Ryan’s cum, Jill pulled out the strap-on, and my holes were finally vacant again. The taste of Ryan’s cum lingered in my mouth.

As she watched me swallow another man’s cum, Candace came for the fifth time. After Jill and Ryan pulled out, Jill cryptically asked Candace if she was “ready.” Candace nodded, and Jill hoisted me to my feet. Ryan started getting dressed as Jill and Candace led me up the stairs. We reached the top of the stairs, and they led me to the master bathroom. Once there, they uncuffed my hands and ordered me to get into the big soaking tub. I lay on my back, and Jill grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs into the air, so that my cock was hanging directly over my face.

“You’ve been wanting to shoot your wad ever since you walked in the door last night, haven’t you?” she asked.

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Well now’s your chance,” she said, and started stroking my cock, which was just inches above my face. “Candace?”

Candace took off her jeans and panties and climbed onto the rim of the soaker tub. She balanced one leg on each side of me so that her gaping pussy was just above my legs. “Do it,” Jill said to Candace.

Candace unleashed a violent stream of piss all over my legs, my balls, and my cock. It dripped down onto my stomach to my chest, and then ran around my neck before it reached the tub below me. At the same time, Jill increased her stroking of my cock until I finally unleashed the last day and a half’s worth of cum—all over my own face. She jacked me off until there was nothing more to spurt out, and I was utterly spent.

Candace climbed down off the tub and Jill released my cock, wiping the cum that had ended up on her hand all over my leg. They stood over me, as I was covered in Candace’s piss and my own cum. They smiled.

After a minute, Jill reached for the handheld showerhead and turned it on, the water temperature just barely above freezing. As I lay in the tub, she hosed down my face and body, washing away everything that had just been sprayed on me.

They let me go home that night, though I think they’d originally planned to humiliate me more. Even for them, the last two days had been enough to satisfy their vengeance. I spent the next day completely terrified that Jill wouldn’t make it to work in time to erase her email to Joe Spencer, but Monday morning rolled around and I got no unusual calls and nothing out of the ordinary happened. By the time five o’clock rolled around, I figured that Jill had kept her word and it was over with.

But the truth—just between you and me—is that I hadn’t embezzled $25,000. It was more like a half million. And with Jill in the accounting department, it was just a matter of time before she found the rest. Or maybe she already had, and she was going to stretch this torture over a weekend every month for the next couple years. There was no way I could tell. But there was one thing I knew for certain: You don’t buy silence—you only rent it. And I figured that sooner or later I’d be back there with Jill and Candace, doing whatever they told me to do.