Master P.C: The Revenge
Copyright© 2025 by VeX_1138
Chapter 44
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 44 - Beaten nearly to death, an average teenage boy is mysteriously given access to a program he can use to manipulate any human--including himself--physically, mentally, or emotionally. While he is nearly recovered from his beating, Jack plots his revenge against those who nearly killed him, those who helped them get away with it, and also decides to have some fun along the way. Please read the 'Foreword' for more information on the codes.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Teenagers Coercion Consensual Mind Control Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Cheating Cuckold Wimp Husband Incest Cousins MaleDom Group Sex Orgy Interracial Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Body Modification Size Revenge Slow Violence
Jessica entered Casa Edwards at 7:45pm on Friday night. The project she’d been assisting on at the lab had been completed. The professors in charge of the project had taken all the lab assistants, interns, and everyone else who’d poured hours of work into the project this week out to a local college bar where they served great pizza and pretty good beer.
Jessica was the only one not old enough to join the others in alcohol, but enjoyed the free pizza. She was trying to save every bit of money this summer so she’d have a bit more of a cushion once school started. Though they texted each other every day and spoke on the phone at least three times a week, Jessica didn’t talk to her sister about her steady diet of Ramen noodles and PB and J sandwiches.
They’d talked about how Jessica was spending money before and Alyssa couldn’t understand. Their father wasn’t just a vice president of an oil company and earning high six-figures every year, he also came from money--old European money. They each had a trust fund. Each of the Johansson children had trust funds with seven zeros in them. They could each buy ten houses and still have money left over.
“I don’t want to use my trust fund,” Jessica said.
“Ok, then why don’t you take Daddy’s offer? He said he’d give you money for a nicer apartment, sis,” Alyssa said, bewildered by her sister’s behavior.
“I want to do it on my own, Lyss.”
Round and round they went. Alyssa liked nice things. Jessica was indifferent. If it was functional, why would you pay extra for ‘nicer’. Jessica’s practicality was something she got from her mother. Janice and Elizabeth, his aunt and mother respectively, had grown up in relative poverty. Relative to other US Citizens, not the rest of the world. And because of that, it was hard for either of them sometimes to buy impractical niceties when the cheap practical variety would do.
Jessica looked forward to her two meals a week at the Edwards household with her uncle, aunt, and cousin not only because it meant a healthy balanced meal and family for company, but she also brought along her laundry, started it in their washer with their laundry soap on Tuesday, and her Aunt Elizabeth would put finish it and it would be folded in her basket for her to take home with her on Thursday. But this week had been so hectic with extra overtime hours, she wasn’t able to stick to her schedule.
So when she showed up on Friday evening at 7:45pm, she wanted only two things: to do her laundry and to lay on their couch and watch something stupid on Netflix. She wasn’t even counting on seeing her cousin. In fact, Jessica had seen how much improved Jack had been and even marveled at how much he’d grown with his current growth spurt. She actually hoped she’d find him gone from the house--maybe taking that girl across the street on a proper date.
What she found was definitely not on the agenda for the evening. It wasn’t even on the list of possibilities.
When Jessica used her key and walked into the Edwards house, she turned for the laundry room first, starting a load of laundry immediately. She heard the music playing and assumed Jack was sitting out on the patio--maybe even sneaking a bit of Uncle Jackson’s expensive hooch, which Jessica knew Jack wasn’t supposed to drink without him.
So after starting the laundry, she walked out towards the pool. The pool and patio lights were off, but Jessica could see dim light on the other side of the French doors, but nothing else, so she walked right through and then faltered.
Soft romantic jazz music was playing through a JBL digital speaker with a phone sitting next to it on the table. There were a half dozen candles lighting the patio area, most of them set up to surround the outdoor daybed that sat in the corner tucked between the exterior wall of the garage that extended into the back yard and the wall of windows that Jessica had just come through.
On the daybed Jessica first saw Jack, naked as the day he was born, on his wide-spread knees, pumping an obscenely huge cock into a young woman laying on her back, with her legs together and straight up, held by one of Jack’s hands and leaning against one of his shoulders. At first, neither Jack nor his paramour noticed Jessica’s entrance to the patio, and Jessica, stunned, didn’t notice that the girl being fucked wasn’t the girl from across the street.
Jessica’s eyes were mostly drawn to the hairless teenage pussy being crammed full of the largest cock Jessica had ever seen outside of porn, yet still bigger than most porn cock.
Jessica didn’t give the girl a second glance until she heard her gasp. It was Alyssa who first noticed Jessica, and then a second later, Jessica noticed Alyssa. But something froze inside her. Something snapped. For a frozen moment, neither sister did anything.
And then Jessica puked.
Jack definitely heard that and stopped fucking Alyssa to turn and see who it was vomiting all over the patio stones. Seeing Jessica, Jack knew deep down, this was very bad.
In his mind, he went through several scenarios, but none of them were a ‘good solution’.
Alyssa jumped up, also completely naked, and grabbed the red and black far-too-short babydoll negligee that she’d come out onto the patio wearing only twenty minutes ago. Wrapping it quickly around herself, not really hiding anything, but giving herself a sort of ‘thin armor’, she hurried over to her sister and held her, gathering her hair and keeping it from getting vomit in it.
Jessica emptied her stomach in a few short seconds. Jack wasn’t sure what to do, but then he quickly ran into the house and got a washcloth and a glass of water from the kitchen. When he returned, he found Alyssa, still basically naked, her arms around Jessica, while they sat on a chaise lounge--not the daybed.
Jessica was sobbing. Alyssa kept saying, “It’s okay, Lyss. I can explain.”
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