Revenge - Chapter 39 – Part 3 of 3

Revenge

By Karen Singer

Chapter 39 – Part 3 of 3

Steve was more than frustrated.  He was hurt, angry, and still sick over having been forced to have sex with not just one, but two stupid guys.  Totally…miserable!  And to make matters worse, those two guys had cum in his backside, and now it was leaking out into his panties.  He could feel how wet and sticky his backside was.  Yuck!  And now he needed to pee so bad it was starting to hurt. 

He pulled hard on his bound hands, but all it did was to hurt his wrists.  He pulled this way and that, trying to break his own bedframe.  But his efforts did nothing but hurt him as the unyielding metal handcuffs cut into his wrists and refused to give.  Where was that witch Diane?  What was she doing?  When was she coming back?  And what the heck was her problem in the first place?  She didn’t have any reason to be angry at him.  He was the one with all the reason to be angry.  And he was certainly that!

An hour and a half later, he was so desperate to pee that he was going from laying on the bed to standing next to it, to dancing around in the tiny space he could move in.   He heard the door finally opening.  “Diane?  Is that you?”  No answer.  But a moment later he was relieved to see Diane walk into his bedroom.  He wasn’t surprised to see the suitcase she was dragging behind her.  He was surprised however at her outfit.  All red leather, right down to her red high heeled boots.  Sexy!  But not his style.  “Please undo me,” he said desperately.  “I’ve got to pee something fierce!”

Diane stopped and just looked at him.

“Hurry!” Steve urged.

Diane shook her head.  “Forget it.  Wet yourself.”

“What?”

Diane ignored him and dragged her suitcase further into the room.

“Diane…” Steve pleaded.  “I’ve got to pee!”

“You said that already,” she told him.  “Don’t let me stop you.”

“Damn you!  It’s not funny.”

“I’m not laughing.”

“Diane…let me go.”

“Like hell!” 

“But I’ve got to pee.  Bad!”

“Then wet yourself.”  She smiled then.  “In fact, I think I’d rather like to see that.”

“You what?”

“I’m waiting….”

“No!”

Diane shook her head.  “Then don’t.  I don’t care.  But you’re not getting loose.”

“Why?”

“’Cause I’m mad at you.”

“But it’s not my fault!  I hated it more than you did!”

“I don’t care,” she replied nonchalantly.  “I’m still mad at you.”

“But that doesn’t make sense!  Now please let me go.”

“No way.  And I don’t care if it makes sense to you or not.  I’m mad and that’s all that matters.”

“But I’ve got to pee!”

“And I’m still waiting to see you wet yourself.”

“No!”

She shrugged.  “Suit yourself.”

She left him alone in the bedroom, but she was back a minute later, dragging one of his kitchen chairs behind her.  She set the chair back a bit from him where she could sit and watch him.  Before sitting down though, she went over to him.

“Finally!” Steve exclaimed, fully expecting her to turn him loose.

But Diane didn’t go near his bound hands.  Instead, she unfastened his skirt, and pulled it off him.  Leaving his panties, garter belt, and stockings fully exposed.  “Huh!” she grunted.  “Did you know the back of your panties are wet?” she asked.  “What the heck did you do?”

“I’m leaking,” Steve replied.

“Leaking?  Leaking what?”

But Steve refused to answer that.  “Just undo my hands…please!”

“No way,” she said as she walked back to her suitcase.  She opened it, and hunted around a bit. She finally pulled out a small bottle of red nail polish and another bottle of clear coat.  She sat in the chair and started painting her nails. 

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“But you can’t do this to me!”

“Who says I can’t?  Seems to me, I already am.”

“Diaaanne…  Please let me go!”

“No.  I’m waiting to see you wet yourself.”

“If I do, will you finally let me go?”

“Like hell!  No way!”

“Why not?”

“‘Cause I’m mad at you…and I want to see you wet yourself.”

“No!” he exclaimed rather desperately.

“That’s fine,” she replied as she went back to painting her nails.  “I’m not going anywhere for the rest of the weekend, and right now, I’m doing my nails.”  She looked up at him.  “Do you have any idea how long it takes me to do my nails?  Trust me, a long time!  Two coats of polish and then a clear coat.  And don’t forget how long this stuff takes to dry in-between coats.  So don’t worry, I’ve got plenty to keep me occupied while I wait.”

“But you said you’re not going to release me if I wet myself.”

“That’s right.”

“Why?”

“You ask the same stupid questions over and over again.  ‘Cause I’m mad at you.  That’s why.”

“Damn you!” Steve cursed as he tried once again to pull himself loose.  It was a futile struggle and he quickly gave up. 

Diane sat doing her nails as she watched him bouncing around.  Sometimes he’d lay on the bed for a minute, but it never lasted long and he was soon back on his feet moving around trying to keep from wetting himself.  She knew that eventually he would have no way to avoid it. 

She was just starting her second coat of red polish when she heard him say, “Damn you!”

She looked up quickly and saw him still fidgeting, but a moment later, she saw a wet spot on the front of his panties growing quickly.  Pee spurted out slightly from the thin material, but most of it literally ran down his legs.  She smiled.  “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Damn you,” Steve said again.

Diane went back to her nail polish.

“How much longer am I going to have to stay like this?”

“I just started my second coat and my nails are all wet.  I’m not going to mess them up!”

To Steve, it was an eternity before he saw her finally get up and head toward him.  He expected her to release him, but instead, she simply turned his body a bit and closely examined his now soaked and miserable wet panty. 

“Yep!” she exclaimed.  “Nice and wet.” 

“You’re not going to release me?”

“Hell no,” she replied as she moved away and grabbed her purse.  “I’ll be back in a little while.”

“Where are you going?”

“Out!”

Steve couldn’t believe it.  Talk about an evil witch.  And now his panties were soaked, along with his legs from the pee.  And that didn’t count the cum that had leaked out of his backside earlier.  Double yuck! 

It was nearly half an hour before he heard his door opening again, and before long, Diane was back with a large bag in her hands.  She dropped the bag on the bedroom floor.  As she headed toward him, Steve was hopeful that she would finally release him, but instead he watched as she pulled the blankets completely down on his bed.

Diane went to his bathroom where she grabbed several towels.  She brought them back to the bedroom and spread them out on his bed to protect it. 

“Lay down,” she ordered.

“Lay down?”

“We’ve got to get your hearing checked.”  She went over to her suitcase, hunted through it, and pulled out a riding crop.  She brought it back to him and swung it as hard as she could across the wet panty covering his backside.

“Ow!” he yelled as he tried to get away from her, which was impossible since he was stuck where he was.

She hit him again.  “I said, lay down!”  One more time she swatted him as hard as she could.  But he was moving by then, laying down on his bed with his hands still bound to the headboard. 

Diane stripped his clothes off of him completely.  She even went so far as to cut his blouse off with a pair of scissors.  She went to the bathroom and got a wet washcloth that she used to clean him up.  Then she went back to her suitcase and brought out a spreader bar.  Before long, Steve’s ankles were spread four feet apart.  Only then did Diane find the bag she had gotten at the sex store earlier.  From it, she pulled a package that she opened right on the bed, but between his stretched legs where he couldn’t see what she was doing.  She began fitting the pieces to his penis.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked, fully alarmed.

“God your stupid!” Diane exclaimed as she continued fitting the chastity device over his completely flaccid penis.

“Why?”

“Same answer!” she replied.  “‘Cause I’m mad at you.”  She clicked the lock shut, fully securing the chastity device.  “That’s one problem taken care of, she said more to herself than to him.  “Now for the next.”  She went to the large bag she had just brought in, and from it, pulled an adult sized diaper.  Carrying it over to the bed, she began diapering him.

 “Now what are you doing?”

“If you can’t figure it out, then you’re too stupid for me to tell you!” Diane replied as she continued fastening him firmly into the diaper.  “This way, you don’t have to worry about getting up during the night.  You can just pee right where you are in bed.”

“Why?”

“Stupid idiot,” Diane muttered.  When she was done, she went back to her toy box and pulled out a ball gag.  Steve tried to keep his mouth shut so Diane couldn’t put it in his mouth.

“It’s either this,” she said, “or I shove your wet panties in your mouth and tape them there for the rest of the night.”

Steve reluctantly opened his mouth, and a minute later, the ball gag was firmly fastened to his head.

“That should keep you quiet so I can sleep!” she told him.

She walked out to his living room and turned off the light.  She came back to his bedroom and stripped naked.  She pulled the covers up over him and turned off the bedroom light.  Then she crawled into bed next to him.  She crawled over until her naked body was completely on top of his, and began planting kisses all around his face.  “You smell nice,” she told him.  “I like your perfume.”

Steve refused to answer…not that he really could with that gag in his mouth. 

Slowly, she began rubbing her naked body over his, up and down, again and again, eventually putting most of the pressure on her wet crotch as she rubbed it against his diapered crotch.  “Does that feel good?” she asked in the dark of the room.

“Steve made a noise behind his gag, but it wasn’t any kind of intelligible answer.  Actually, it did…and it didn’t feel good to Steve.  Her body certainly felt good against his, but what didn’t feel good was that dumb chastity device she had stuck on him.  He was already growing hard…or trying to, and the damn thing was really starting to hurt.  “Uh…uh….uh!” he protested as the pain increased.

Diane stopped and smiled.  “What’s the matter?” she asked.  “Is that little toy covering your penis keeping you from really enjoying yourself?”

Steve nodded.   “Uh…uh….”

Diane leaned close next to his ear.  “You’ve already had all the sex you’re going to get this weekend.  The rest of the pleasure is going to be all mine!”

Steve didn’t sleep hardly at all that night.  Between being bound the way he was, having a sleeping woman draped half over his body, and later, having to pee again, sleep wasn’t something he was managing very well. 

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Susan checked her email late that night before she went to bed.  Nothing.  Two hours later, still worried, she got out of bed and checked again.  Still no word from Karen.  She was now truly worried.  Tonight had been all Karen’s idea.  Something Karen had wanted to experience.  And since Susan had created Karen as a female entity, part of that creation process had included her finding men attractive.  But so far, for as much sex as Karen had experienced in her young life, she had never had sex with a man.  That was what tonight was supposed to be all about. 

The problem was, there was also too much potential for something horrible to go wrong.  And there was absolutely nothing Susan could do about it if something bad did happen.

Worried, Susan went back to bed.  She would just have to hope and check for an email in the morning.

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Diane rolled over, rubbing her eyes in the morning light and stretching a bit to get the kinks out.  She pulled herself up to Steve’s face and kissed him.  She saw his eyes fly open.  “Morning,” she said softly, then giggled.  Her hand went to the crotch of his diaper.   “Nice and wet.  Good!  Enjoy it.”

“Uuuuuuuh!” Steve grunted angrily, wanting to be released.  He hadn’t slept hardly at all, and just then, he was desperate to move.  What little about him that he could move he couldn’t move far enough to matter.

Diane giggled again and got out of bed.  “Be right back,” she said.

It was a little while before she returned.  When she did, she had two bowls of cereal in her hands.  “Did you know you don’t have much food in this place?” she said.  She saw him roll his eyes.  “Not even milk for the cereal.  So I guess we’re both stuck eating it dry.  At least you had coffee.  I’ll get you some as soon as it’s finished making.”

She pulled the blankets completely off of him, then she released his legs from the bar that held them so far apart.  “Can you sit up?” she asked.

Steve managed to sit on the edge of the bed, even though his arm were still pulled and held to the headboard.  Diane reached around to the back of his head and unbuckled the ball gag that had been in his mouth all night.  “Uhhhh!” Steve groaned as the gag was finally removed.  He worked his jaw a bit.  “Damn that thing hurts.  And so do my arms…and everything else on my body.

Diane giggled.  “Fun, isn’t it?”

“Hell no!” Steve replied emphatically.  “Now get me out of here!  Let me loose.  And I’ve got to pee again!”

Diane giggled again.  “You’re not getting loose, which means you’re not getting to the bathroom.  That’s what the diaper is for, remember?”

“But I don’t want…”

“I don’t care!  You’re not getting loose until I leave!”

“And when will that be?”

Diane shrugged.  “Maybe tonight sometime.  Maybe…not!”  She giggled again.  She grabbed one of the cereal bowls and stuck the only spoon she had brought with her into the dry cereal.  “Here,” she said, “have some breakfast.”  She stuck the spoon into his mouth.  When the spoon was empty, she stuck it into the bowl of cereal again and ate some herself. 

“So why won’t you let me go?” Steve asked as they ate.

“I told you already, ‘cause I’m mad at you.”

“Still?  But Diane, you know I couldn’t help anything that happened yesterday!”

Diane shrugged.  “I know.  And basically, I don’t care.  And besides, this is fun.”

“Not for me!”

Diane giggled again.  “Give it time.  I’m sure that it will be.”

Steve didn’t see it that way at all.

Diane kept him there, bound to his bed, all day long.  Every so often, she brought out different toys to bind him in different ways, but none of them involved removing his hands from being handcuffed around his headboard.  He was forced to use his diaper all day, and Diane only changed him when she thought he was wet enough.  But for Steve the worst part of all of it, was the damn chastity device she had stuck on him.  Diane not only played with a number of her bondage toys with him, but she also played with a strap on dildo that she fastened around his hips…and she rode an endless number of times while all he got was pain from the frustratingly small chastity device – inside of his all too often wet diaper. 

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Susan was going crazy.  She checked her email an endless number of times during the day, but still no word from Karen.  What had gone wrong?  What had happened to her…to her and Steve?  Something horrible must have happened.  She should have never let Karen do it.  Never!  It was too risky!  Like a frightened mother, she paced her home trying to figure out what to do.  But there was nothing she could do.  Nothing at all.

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It was nearly eleven o’clock at night when Diane brought out a length of rope from her suitcase.  She then packed all her other toys away and closed it up.  She was all dressed to leave.  The only thing left now was to take care of Steve.  She tied his legs with the rope firmly.  He would be able to untie himself, but it would take him a few minutes. 

She leaned over him and kissed his lips.  “Till next time,” she whispered.  Then she reached up and finally unlocked his handcuffs.  “Good night,” she said with a small giggle.  She grabbed her suitcase and headed for the door.

“Diane!” Steve yelled after her as he sat up and started trying to untie his legs.  “What about this crazy thing you’ve got on my cock?”

“Have fun!” Diane yelled back.  She was giggling loudly as she hurried out the door.  She was a mile away before Steve got his legs untied. 

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Susan was sick.  Totally sick!  But finally seeing the email from Karen late Sunday night filled her with relief.  She had been so worried! 

She read the short email and grunted.  Diane again!  Diane had kept Steve captured all this time…literally tied to his own bed.  Karen promised more details tomorrow, but right then, she was sore and very tired. 

Susan was very relieved that Karen was okay.  But the one thing that Karen had never mentioned in the short email, was what had happened in her quest to have sex with a man.  Did she?  Susan had no way of knowing.  Hopefully, Karen would let her know tomorrow. 

But tomorrow was also the day that Ruth had said she was going to court to sue the company for sexual discrimination.  And Susan needed to make a decision regarding Steve – by tomorrow so she could tell Karen what to do. 

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.  As difficult and worry-filled as the weekend had been, Susan was now worried about tomorrow – and what she would decide to tell Karen.  Steve’s entire future was at stake.  And consequently, so was Karen’s.