Page 56 of Retribution
“Fuck you, man! We’re sick of you folk taking our women!”
I kick him in the stomach, and he doubles over with a grunt. “Stand up, fucker. Come on, fight me for her then. You want her? Take her from me.”
“If he thinks he can take me from you,” Rebecca says with a laugh. She comes up alongside me, one of the smaller chains wrapped around her fist, a knife in the other.
Tossing her a grin, I turn back to Rapist Cunt, watching dispassionately as he uses the wall to help him stand up. Pushing himself off of it, he launches at me, but I step aside at the last second, tripping him. He crashes to the floor and I haul him up, frog-marching him to the adjoining kitchen. The breakfast bar is perfect for my needs, and after dazing him with another punch, I haul him up onto it. Rebecca brings the box through, dumping it on the counter beside me.
We make quick work affixing him to the countertop, and then pause for a moment, taking in the sight.
“Did you have something in mind?” she asks me, one brow raised.
“Indeed I do. We’re not killing him.”
Surprise crosses her face as her brows lower. “We’re not?”
“Nope,” I reply, popping the p. “I have something better in mind. Not to the death, but to the pain.”
“Uh, Trey? What does that even mean?”
Rapist Cunt starts thrashing, trying to get out of his binds. “Fuck both of you! You’re crazy!” he shouts.
Ignoring him, I answer Rebecca’s question. “Death is too easy. Racist rapist fuckers like him deserve a long life. So, we’re going to let him have it.”
Still looking confused, she looks down at the man that dared to lay a finger on her. She traces the bruise on her cheek, then runs her fingertips over her throat, briefly hovering over the handprint-shaped bruise blooming over it.
“First,” I state, “I need the bone saw.”
Rebecca rummages through the box, holding it up. “This?” she asks, and hands it to me when I nod.
“Oh, Rebecca? Can you plug in the iron?” Fuck, I hope the electricity is still working. As she does that, I wave the saw in Rapist Cunt’s face. He watches me with widened eyes, terror evident in them.
“What are you going to do with that?” he stutters out, feet thrusting against the ropes.
“You thought you could put your hands on my girl. That you had the right to punch and choke her, touch her breasts. I’m sure you learned in kindergarten to keep your hands to yourself. You should have listened to your teacher, asshole. You’ll never touch another woman again.”
Rebecca’s eyes ignite with excitement, and she holds his arm steady as I lower the saw to his wrist. Could this woman be any more perfect for me?
Rapist Cunt’s back tries to arch, fighting against our grip. Hopping up on top of him, I hold him down with my legs, then bring the saw down. His screams tear through the house, no one left in the neighborhood to hear them. When his hand clatters to the floor, I jump down, grabbing the hot iron. Thank fuck they haven’t switched off the electricity yet. Rebecca continues to hold his arm steady as I press the scalding iron to the stump, cauterizing it to stop the bleeding. The scent of blood and burning flesh mix with his wails, swirling around me in a macabre symphony that calls forth the beast within.
We do the same to the next hand, even though he’s passed out. Setting the iron on the counter, I sweep Rebecca into my arms, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as I devour it. Desire mixed with bloodlust and violence rampages through me, and I need to be inside her. Backing her into a wall, so reminiscent of our first time together, I open my pants just enough to pull my cock out.
Rebecca kisses me back fiercely, moaning against my lips as I move her panties to the side. She’s not fully wet yet, but I can’t wait, and push myself into her, groaning at how tight she is.
“Fuck!” she calls out, before hungrily attacking my mouth again. Our teeth clink together, tongues swirling as I pump into her, her legs tight around my hips. This is going to be fast; I can’t hold back.
Seeing her in that alley with another man’s marks on her speaks to something primal in me. I need to take her, fill her with my seed, mark her as mine. It may be ridiculous, crazy even, but I need it.
Coming with a shout, I bury myself deep inside her warmth, filling her. Her arms are wrapped around my neck, her breathing ragged as she tries to catch her breath. If she thinks I’m going to let her go unsatisfied, she has another think coming.
Setting her down on her feet, I drop to my knees, staring up at her in adoration. She watches me with hooded eyes, chest heaving under my shirt that she looks so delectable in. Maybe I should make her wear my clothes all the time.
Setting my mouth on her, she gasps, tossing her head against the wall as I eat every inch of her pussy. My cum drips from her and I lap it up, cleaning myself from her as I suck on her clit. Her hands slap against the wall when I thrust two fingers in, making sure I hit that spot just right. Her walls clench around me, and she comes with a deep grunt, eyes closing as the ecstasy runs through her.
Standing, I draw her close, kissing her deeply, letting her taste our mixed desire on my tongue. Allowing our breaths to settle for a moment, I step back, straightening her clothes and tucking my cock back into my pants.
A loud groan sounds from Rapist Cunt, and Rebecca and I walk back over to him, hand in hand.
“What’s next?” she asks, getting back in the mood for revenge.
