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Five years in prison is a lot of time to spend thinking about things, and that’s what Harry did. Slowly but surely the underlying pattern of the events that had led to his imprisonment emerged: the destruction of his business, the divorce, and finally that fateful day when the cops searched his basement and found the cache of drugs. Drugs! Drugs that Harry hadn’t even known existed. Yes, Harry thought about all of that, and the pattern he saw involved
his old business companion, Jimmy, and Harry’s now ex-wife, Diana.

Harry knew that now Diana and Jimmy had gotten married, and that together they operated the business that used to be Harry’s. They had succeeded – after all, Harry had done all the hard work – and were now one of the wealthiest couples in town. At first, his thoughts made Harry quite sad, and why not? His best friend and the woman he had loved had conspired against him, robbing him of everything he had. But as the prison years ground along he
became angry. Very, very angry.

And that’s when his plan began to take shape.

Now, five years later, here was Harry was sitting comfortably on Jimmy’s couch. It had been his own couch, since Diana had acquired his old house along with all the furniture as part of the divorce. Right now, Diana was on her knees in front of him, tightly tied, doing the only useful thing (from Harry’s perspective) she ever had done with her lips and mouth. He smiled and tugged at Diana’s hair. “Faster, bitch. Put some effort into it,” he said.

On the floor next to the couch, Jimmy tried to struggle against the tight hogtie Harry had placed him in. His eyes, deperate above his gagged mouth, followed Diana’s lips as she worked on Harry’s rod. “Ain’t she good at this?” asked Harry, looking at his old friend. “I bet you got a lot of this treatment while you worked those ‘extra hours’ with her in my store – oh, sorry, my bad; it’s your store now.”

Jimmy’s reply consisted only of some muffled sounds, and Diana moaned around Harry’s penis when she heard the sounds.

“Hey, don’t look so sad,” said Harry, smiling again at his ex-business partner. “I’m not gonna kill you, if that’s what you’re thinking. I just want my rightful share of this good life you two have. I think it’s only fair to say that without me you wouldn’t be doing as well as you are.” Harry caressed Diana’s hair as she steadily pumped her head, increasing his pleasure. He knew he would soon come.

“When we have this little business finished,” Harry continued speaking to Jimmy, his words interrupted with his own gasps of pleasure, “me and Diana, here, are going to go for a ride. You, Jimmyboy, will quietly wait here until morning, when I will return and untie those ropes. Then we’ll go online, and you will provide the passwords that will allow me to transfer my share of your profits to a specific bank account I have. If you don’t cause any trouble, then maybe I’ll let you know where Diana is. And we can all go our separate ways and enjoy our lives.”

Jimmy made some angry noises, while Diana looked at him with desperation in her eyes as she sucked. Harry suddenly felt the oncoming surge, and he grabbed Diana’s hair, pushed himself deep into her throat, and then came.

And came! While Diana coughed and gagged and tried to swallow the load of five years’ lust and anger, Harry again looked down at Jimmy, lying nearby in his tight hogtie.

“But if were you, Jimmyboy, I would be careful with this little bitch, here. She may find herself some nice-looking kid working in the shop, and before you even realize it you’ll have ended up in same situation as I did.”

Diana had finally worked Harry’s bodily fluids down her throat and began to protest, but Harry didn’t give her time. A brief moment later, and Diana’s angry voice was muffled by a huge ballgag, leaving only her eyes to convey the hate and anger she felt that moment.

“Well, I think we’re done here,” said Harry finally. He rose from the sofa, lifted Diana up into his arms, and walked out of the house, carrying the bound woman to his van. Jimmy’s muffled screams came from behind him, until they were silenced by the closing door.

Revenge sure was sweet!

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dannysuling.deviantart.com/ kindly edited my story and fixed the grammar, making the strory even better. Thanks!

Five years in prison is a lot of time to spend thinking about things, and that’s what Harry did. Slowly but surely the underlying pattern of the events that had led to his imprisonment emerged: the destruction of his business, the divorce, and finally that fateful day when the cops searched his basement and found the cache of drugs. Drugs! Drugs that Harry hadn’t even known existed. Yes, Harry thought about all of that, and the pattern he saw involved
his old business companion, Jimmy, and Harry’s now ex-wife, Diana.

Harry knew that now Diana and Jimmy had gotten married, and that together they operated the business that used to be Harry’s. They had succeeded – after all, Harry had done all the hard work – and were now one of the wealthiest couples in town. At first, his thoughts made Harry quite sad, and why not? His best friend and the woman he had loved had conspired against him, robbing him of everything he had. But as the prison years ground along he
became angry. Very, very angry.

And that’s when his plan began to take shape.

Now, five years later, here was Harry was sitting comfortably on Jimmy’s couch. It had been his own couch, since Diana had acquired his old house along with all the furniture as part of the divorce. Right now, Diana was on her knees in front of him, tightly tied, doing the only useful thing (from Harry’s perspective) she ever had done with her lips and mouth. He smiled and tugged at Diana’s hair. “Faster, bitch. Put some effort into it,” he said.

On the floor next to the couch, Jimmy tried to struggle against the tight hogtie Harry had placed him in. His eyes, deperate above his gagged mouth, followed Diana’s lips as she worked on Harry’s rod. “Ain’t she good at this?” asked Harry, looking at his old friend. “I bet you got a lot of this treatment while you worked those ‘extra hours’ with her in my store – oh, sorry, my bad; it’s your store now.”

Jimmy’s reply consisted only of some muffled sounds, and Diana moaned around Harry’s penis when she heard the sounds.

“Hey, don’t look so sad,” said Harry, smiling again at his ex-business partner. “I’m not gonna kill you, if that’s what you’re thinking. I just want my rightful share of this good life you two have. I think it’s only fair to say that without me you wouldn’t be doing as well as you are.” Harry caressed Diana’s hair as she steadily pumped her head, increasing his pleasure. He knew he would soon come.

“When we have this little business finished,” Harry continued speaking to Jimmy, his words interrupted with his own gasps of pleasure, “me and Diana, here, are going to go for a ride. You, Jimmyboy, will quietly wait here until morning, when I will return and untie those ropes. Then we’ll go online, and you will provide the passwords that will allow me to transfer my share of your profits to a specific bank account I have. If you don’t cause any trouble, then maybe I’ll let you know where Diana is. And we can all go our separate ways and enjoy our lives.”

Jimmy made some angry noises, while Diana looked at him with desperation in her eyes as she sucked. Harry suddenly felt the oncoming surge, and he grabbed Diana’s hair, pushed himself deep into her throat, and then came.

And came! While Diana coughed and gagged and tried to swallow the load of five years’ lust and anger, Harry again looked down at Jimmy, lying nearby in his tight hogtie.

“But if were you, Jimmyboy, I would be careful with this little bitch, here. She may find herself some nice-looking kid working in the shop, and before you even realize it you’ll have ended up in same situation as I did.”

Diana had finally worked Harry’s bodily fluids down her throat and began to protest, but Harry didn’t give her time. A brief moment later, and Diana’s angry voice was muffled by a huge ballgag, leaving only her eyes to convey the hate and anger she felt that moment.

“Well, I think we’re done here,” said Harry finally. He rose from the sofa, lifted Diana up into his arms, and walked out of the house, carrying the bound woman to his van. Jimmy’s muffled screams came from behind him, until they were silenced by the closing door.

Revenge sure was sweet!