Revenge - Someone Must Pay!

by murrayphillips

Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, ft/ft, Teenagers, NonConsensual, Rape, Heterosexual, Fiction, Horror, Revenge, Rough, Sadistic, Torture, Snuff, First, Anal Sex, Spitting, Caution, Violent, .

Desc: Horror Sex Story: A vicious little tale with absolutely no redeeming features! Sex-a-plenty along with torture and more. Slightly cathartic for the writer. Pure fiction and I hope no one ever tries to emulate it. If you are offended by nasty vicious events then don't read it!

What the... !

I heard the sirens long before I reached the corner. "Shit" I thought to myself "Someone's got a heap of trouble!" An ambulance screamed past followed by a police car and a Fire and Rescue command vehicle.

I turned the corner and ran straight up the back of a large red fire engine. Everything went black and some time later I heard a voice asking if I was alright. Groggily I looked up to see a medic from the ambulance peering into the interior of my now crumpled BMW. Through the airbags, I mumbled that I thought I was okay and soon the Fire and Rescue guys were cutting me out of my car. As they placed me onto the stretcher I saw that the house that was burning was mine. All that was left were burning beams and roof rafters as the roof had now collapsed down. I tried to get off the stretcher but everything went black again and I went down.

The next time I woke, I was in hospital. A nurse was attending to all manner of gadgets and tubes while in the corner of the room a rather sombre man sat looking out the window at the failing light of the day now almost past. I asked him who he was and he replied gently that he was Detective Inspector John Carmichael from the city homicide squad.

"Homicide squad?" I croaked "Why, homicide? Who's dead? Where are Suzy and Jess?"

"I'm sorry, Mr Carboy" he said sadly "I am afraid they are both dead! They were both killed in the blaze that destroyed your home" He went on "Are you aware of anyone who bore you a grudge? The fire was deliberately lit and we found signs that both your daughter and wife were restrained at the time of the fire."

"No ... At least I don't think so..." I replied hoarsely, "Where are they?"

"We have taken them away for forensic testing" the inspector replied "You don't need to see the bodies as we have already positively identified both bodies from dental records." "If you do become aware of any threats or grudges, please contact me" He handed me a plain business card we his nation and telephone number. He left quietly.

The nurse came back and I asked her how long I would be in the hospital. She told me that I had a severe concussion and that I would probably be in for a couple of days while they monitored me.

The time dragged! I wracked my already hurting brain to find some reason for this monstrosity. Who would want my beautiful Suzy dead? We had been married for 16 happy years and at 39 she was still as gorgeous and beautiful as she was when I married her. Why our beautiful daughter Jess? She was only 14 and the spitting image of her mother, gorgeous, vivacious and so alive. But not anymore. They were both gone, taken, but by whom?

By the third day, I was due to be released. The doctor told me to take it easy and to see my local GP in a week just to be sure. I thanked him and left. I haled a cab and got the driver to take me to the remains of my home. Like my house, I was gutted when I arrived. The brick walls had fallen in and the roof and floors were gone. I walked slowly towards the gate in the still standing fence. My neighbour, dear old Mrs Collins came up and hugged me, weeping. "We're are all so sorry, Jim" she sobbed, "Suzy and Jess were just the nicest girls we all knew." I hugged her back and let her go. I saw the remains of my BMW still there and on impulse rang the dealers and asked them to come and pick it up and assess the damage. Walked up the path towards were the front door used to be. A uniformed policeman stopped me. "I am sorry sir" he said "But you can't proceed, it is a crime scene and also it is highly unsafe."

"But it was my house" I cried "And my wife and daughter died here"

"Oh!" he exclaimed "I am so sorry Mr Carboy. I didn't know. The inspector is still around so if you wait here I'll get him for you"

A few minutes later Inspector Carmichael appeared. "Terrible, terrible business" he mumbled "We found handcuffs and other restraints. Bad, very very bad..."

"Anything survive?" I asked

He pulled a small ziplock bag from his pocket. "A few piece of jewellery survived" he said "They have been damaged but you may have them..."

I thanked him and looked at the items - Suzy's wedding and engagement rings, Jess's locket and a few other items, all that remained of my family. I turned to the inspector with tears in my eyes. "Would it be alright if I accessed my shed?" I had a double 6m by 6m shed in the back yard that had been untouched by the fire.

"No problem" the inspector replied.

I thanked him and turned and walked away from the dreadful sight. I walked the 2 kilometres to the local motel that was in the area. At reception I asked for a room and told the young girl that I didn't know how long I would be staying but at least a few weeks. I asked if she had a room the overlooked the lake. The same lake that we, Suzy, Jess and I used to walk around often.

The girl was about to say that there weren't any rooms available with lake views but then recognised me. "Oh, Mr Carboy, I am so terribly sorry about your wife and daughter. I am sure we can find a room to suit you"

She showed me to a room at the end of the complex with a wonderful view of the lake. The room wasn't fancy, but it was comfortable. I thanked her and took the key. I lay down on the bed and sleep overtook me. I awoke hours later to find it was dark. I left the room and locking the door went to the small restaurant attached to the motel. I really didn't feel like eating, but I knew I need something in my stomach if I was to function. I ate a small steak and the accompanying salad drank my coffee and left. Walking past my room I soon found the track that circled the lake and followed it around to the back of my house. I jumped the fence and went around to the door of the shed. Noiselessly I opened the door and shutting it behind me I placed and old towel at the bottom of the door and placed an old blanket up against the window. I didn't want anyone to know I was there let alone know what I was about to do. I opened the old cupboard and switched on the computer that was in it. I knew that the hard disk would contain all of the footage from the 5 security cameras that I had installed in the house. At least they would show the footage up until they burned or melted!

While the computer booted and the camera footage was loading I reflected on the fact that I ran a successful electronic and computer security company and that the cameras were just a normal part of my business.

The footage was ready. I knew the fire had started around 3:30pm just after Suzy had returned home after picking Jess up from school. I started the footage at 3:00pm. Suzy and Jess weren't home yet but there were people moving around the up and down stairs of my house. As yet I couldn't distinguish who they were. I heard a man's voice shout "Lookout Bev, they're here!" I saw the door open and Suzy and Jess enter. The were laughing at some joke as the shut the door behind them. The man's voice told them to get into the lounge room. Flicking to the lounge room camera I saw a man with a Glock automatic waving it at Suzy and Jess.

A woman's voice then said "Get them up stairs, George" George? George who? George and Bev? George and Bev who? Of course George and Bev Bailey! I knew them! Now it came flooding back! Nine months ago they had employed me to set up and electronic surveillance system to protect their proprietary manufacturing processes. I had specified and designed an excellent system, but George had wanted to use a particular brand of camera as he had a share in the company that distributed them. As it turned out there was a shortage of that brand and the system was delayed in installation by 3 months. In that time George and Bev's business had been compromised by hackers and that had lost everything. "But" I mused "It wasn't my fault. I advised George about the brand of camera he wanted as I had heard there were supply difficulties, but he had insisted on his brand!" Obviously in his own mind it was all my fault...

I went back to the camera footage and switched to the upstairs main bedroom. Bev had Suzy and Jess tied to chairs in the centre of the room and was screaming at them. "Your fucking husband and father lost us our business" she yelled "He ruined us. We have nothing now, not a fucking thing. Now it is his turn to lose something."

She pulled out a large knife and cut the clothes from both Suzy and Jess leaving the naked and tied to the chairs. She took out handcuffs and handcuffed them to the chairs as well. She went over to Jess and grabbed one of her little tits. With an evil grin she sliced Jess's nipple off and then sliced the other nipple off. She took both nipples over to Suzy and jammed them into her mouth and forced her to chew them and eventually swallow them. Blood was pouring from Jess's tiny breasts and she was crying. Bev went over to her and backhanded her sharply across the face and told her to shut the fuck up. She went back to Suzy and hacked her clit out with her knife. Blood spurted everywhere and Bev took the clit to Jess and rammed it into her mouth and held it closed while she tried to swallow it. Both Jess and Suzy were crying hysterically now. With an evil grin she turned to Jess and said "Ill bet you still a virgin you little slut, aren't you?" Jess nodded. Be to the knife and rammed it up to the hilt into Jess's vagina. "Well" Bev drawled "I don't think you are a fucking virgin anymore, slut" Jess just screamed in agony.

I heard George telling Bev to get her arse downstairs as the place was going up soon. She walked over to Suzy and calmly cut both of her 38C breasts off. She grabbed a huge jar of vaseline and started smearing it all over Jess and Suzy. "Fucking hell" I thought as I watched "That stuff will burn like hell"

She grabbed a 5 litre can of fuel and started sloshing around the room making sure to soak the carpet under Suzy and Jess. She lit a match and tossed it into the fuel soaked carpet as she walked out of the room. I watched transfixed as the flames licked around my two beautiful girls. They screamed and screamed until they were hoarse as the vaseline burnt on their skin. It seemed to go on forever until mercifully the cameras melted and stopped recording.

I went over to the sink in my shed and threw up everything from my stomach and more. It seemed like hours before I felt I could move. I took the hard drive from the computer and carefully left the shed, locking the door. I made my way back to the motel and collapsed on the bed.


I woke the next morning with the sun streaming through the windows. I can't say I had had a restful night's sleep as it had been punctuated with nightmares about my two girls and the suffering that those evil bastards had put them through. I ordered breakfast and sat down with the motel notepaper and pen and started making a list of what I would require. They were going to pay! I knew who they were and where they lived. George and Bev Bailey! And their teenaged daughter Belinda. Bev was in he late 30s and a typical trophy wife - long blond her down to her waist, natural D cup tits and a body that would have pleased an 18 year old. George was in his 50s, and Belinda was the spitting image of her mother! A 14 year old super-model with budding B/C cup tits and long slim legs. Revenge would be sweet!

Getting into their house would be no problem as I had setup the security system some 12 months ago, before the fiasco at George's business. The system would be easy for me to access and as a bonus, they had a large below-floor room which had been converted to a theatre room and was, as far as I could tell, completely sound proof.

I left the motel and walked along the main street until I found a car rental agency. I rented a nondescript white small sedan using a false set of identification that I had had made some years ago when I had done some work for a outlaw bikie gang. I didn't want them finding me if anything went wrong!! I drive to my local bank and asked to be taken to my safety deposit box. I showed the clerk Suzy's and Jess's mangled jewellery and said I needed to keep the safe as it was all I had left of my girls. He understood and offered his sympathy and took me to the safety box area and left. I did indeed place the jewellery in the box, but I also took the $10,000 in cash that the bikies had given me for the job. I closed up the box and returned it to the clerk and left the bank.

Getting back into my rental car, I drove 200km into the next state and found a large hardware store. I bought a number of items including a large hammer drill, bits, concrete anchor bolts and heavy rope. I stashed them into the boot of the car and left. Driving a further 50 or 60 kms, I stopped at a local chemist shop and again purchased a number of items. I turned around and taking a different route drove 150 km to a small gold-mining town where I new there were still lots of individual miners. I found the mining supply company and posing as a miner bought a small quantity of low-grade explosives.

I had what I required now. I drove back to my home town and unloaded the gear I had bought into my shed, making sure I securely locked the door. I then returned the car to the rental agency. Before I did though, I hacked the car's computer and reset the speedometer to show that I had only travelled 120 kms.

Lights, camera, action...

The following night I went back to the shell of my house and to m shed. I retrieved everything that I had bought and jammed it all into a duffle bag I had brought with me. Using the track around the edge of the lake I went back to the motel and slept. I awoke the next morning about 8am and seeing that I had time my hands, had a leisurely breakfast before waling to the nearest train station. I caught the next train that went closest to George and Bev's house and after alighting from the train took a completely circuitous route to their house. It was lunch time by the time I arrived at their front door. I was pretty sure I hadn't been seen by anybody. Using my lock picking tools I quickly opened the door and went straight for the security and alarm panel. I quickly entered the manual override code that I had built in to the system and disabled it.

I found the downstairs theatre room and it was a beauty! Almost 8 metres by 6 metres and from what I could tell completely soundproofed. I went to work with my tools and within an hour had what I needed assembled. I laid out the rest of my stuff and went back upstairs to the kitchen and raided their fridge. I fixed myself a nice ham and cheese sandwich and topped it off with some of George's imported beer. I toasted old George for his good taste. Looking at my watch I notice that it had gone 3pm which meant that Belinda would be home soon. Sure enough 15 minutes later the door opened and in walked Belinda. She was a stunner! Fourteen years old long blonde hair and large B/ small C cup tits that were straining at the buttons of her school blouse. I put the Glock to her head and marched her down to the Theatre room where I secured her to two rings I had fastened into the concrete floor. I went back upstairs.

About and hour and a half later, George came home. "Hello, old mate!" I sneered at him. I pointed the gun at him and ordered down to join Belinda. I shackled him to a chair by the ankles and with his hands behind the back of the chair.

I forced him to drink some water and swallow some tablets I gave him.

"What the fuck is going on?" he snarled

"Wait" I replied " and you'll see!"

I heard the door again and went back up stairs to confront Bev. Just like her daughter Belinda, she was a stunner too. Long blonde hair, a body that an 18 year old would die for and D cup tits. I marched her down stairs to join the others. When we got to the Theatre room I shackled her to some ring bolts that I had set into the concrete wall of the room.

"What's this all about" she shrieked

"Shut the fuck up" I told her and added a hefty slap across the face to emphasise it.

I started up the DVD player. "Watch, Belinda" I said "Watch what your sick parents did to my family"

"You deserved it" Belinda spat back "You destroyed mummy and daddy's business"

"Watch, bitch" I told her and slapped her for good measure.

The screen showed Jess and Suzy bound in the chairs on the top floor of our house. Belinda watched in horror as her mother cut off Jess's nipples and fed them to Suzy. She threw up all over the carpet when she saw Bev feed Suzy's clit into Jess's mouth. When she fainted as Bev sliced off Suzy's tits and rammed the knife up Jess's cunt, I slapped her hard across both cheeks.

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