Chapter 2: Revenge On The Queen & Her Minions!

While I had not gone out of way to take my revenge, now that my man who happened to have served with the object of my distain’s fiancé in the Navy and still flew as buddies in the National Guard. I mean, they both drove shiny, very fast, Corvettes. They were mirror images. Unfortunately, I didn’t think my hubbie would take lightly my getting revenge on his bud’s pretty fiancé and that stinks.

However, on the other hand I was pretty sure Elizabeth Newman College former big sis to me wanted her sorority rump roast and down-right buggery she, herself had fucked me in the ass when she had unbelievably strapped a latex panty with a place to insert a dildo. But, because Elizabeth Newman Pom-Pom girl darling honey-pot didn’t want to be seen in a Raleigh Adult Book Store, she, saved face and had settled for a sawed off broom stick.

Then while I was held down in the bucket she screwed it into the opening and pushed the dildo up my asshole in one deep painful plunge. The air in my hole was rapidly displaced and I had humiliated myself. I farted and what made things worse, they laughed at my humiliation. As far as I could tell, all her sorority minions had been fine with the proceedings and in my mind that meant all were just as guilty of the heinous crime done after my chapter paddling and deserved the same ‘sweet revenge as Elizabeth who had done he dirty deed.’

My angst had never settled. I think that keeping it hidden the fact Elizabeth had punished me. Her hazing of me added more to my revenge motive and I wanted it to dynamic. My paddling like those other little sisters if reviewed may have been a bruising experience but nothing of merit in the seventies.

It wouldn’t take a telepath to see my rage, if I wasn’t careful. And, since I had one delicious chance to get even, I had no need to give tell-tell clues to any of those involved in the wedding party. Those included my husband as one of the groomsman; the groom’s brother was the best man, younger and Navy cadet.

And, then there was Elizabeth, the sweet as pie to the world bride and her sisters for life from the sorority minions now her bridesmaids.

It was pretty grim, sad that I was in charge of the bachelorette party and it was Elizabeth’s wish that a night in the fun house would make for an excellent party environment. I got it. Well I had gotten it and a hot bottom I expected was the main reason I was okay with the events to come.

After all in her sweet, soft voice she has asked my husband for the fun house focused events. She was marrying my husband’s buddy, both National Guard Fighter Pilots who flew there silver up into the blue skies ... They had gone to flight school together in the Air Force. Now, still flying one weekend a month they were bonded together and even had matching Corvettes, favorite of pilots. As a couple we ran a small run-down theme park which we were in the process of renovating into our dream thrill park.

This, was commonly known in seventies lingo as a burn! A payback prank that would spread their cheeks as they sank farther down as the water level surface their butts were floating atop lowered them by agonizing inch down on the dildos strap- attached to a seat on the bottom which queen bee, Elizabeth and her mean minions could see through the crystal clear blue water all the time until the water was gone and they were totally anally anus fully breached, their assholes opened to the max as they sat, plum in the fun house.

The fun house provided the vehicle, the bachelorette party, the opportunity and me the brains to seek out and carry horror and mayhem on all the female members in the wedding party.

Now that’s revenge! I would use the theme park’s Fun House to get at all the ‘pain maidens’ as I used to call them to my other female mousy friends who would never stand up to them. I would get revenge for all the forgotten back in high school and the cherry on top would be the big bride finale. I would go farther than they ever dared to tread with us, nerds of science. Their behavior demanded a comeuppance and I would feed it up their asses!

I would make it my mission to get each and every one of those girls while in the fun house before they returned to the outside and the safety of their male dates, the fact they also made up the majority part of the wedding party was icing on the cake. My goal was for them to have so much terror and sheer torture directed at their bottoms that they would leave the fun house so frazzled and scared shitless they would put up an act and keep the pranks played on them inside between themselves.

My whole world as far as I was concerned would be coming down on top of me, if just one girl told of the sexual oriented pranks all which featured getting back at their ‘bitch’s butts’ while making their asses and bottom holes, so sore they would be sorry they ever dared to mess with me! And, as far my husband to be was concerned their cute panty show butts went in the fun house and came out the rear exit barely sore. When in fact the young adult women were one and all left in a state if excruciating pain in both their asses and tender smaller holes.

The pitch, she gave me is it would only be among friends so it would get out of hand and cost us an arm and leg. I should have said no at that instant on principle alone, but I was sure my husband would be angry with me if I didn’t go along with the theme park idea. However, if my husband was going to make me in the end accommodate the wedding party including my sworn enemy and her maidens of pain than perhaps I could plant some pranks along the way for the little missy’s and a ‘burn’ that would be hurt and embarrassing if she told on herself.

Revenge for all the teasing, pranks and cruelty led by their queen bee, Elizabeth. I remembered how when I was in her town at the apartment condo right across the street when Laura Ann phoned and she said she didn’t even want to see me.

It was obvious to me as soon as I had the obligatory luncheon for the bride and her bridesmaids which I was hosting thanks to my hubbie’s spanking which changed my mind.

Honor, Elizabeth, he told me. Honor her, my behind. Even now after all these years it was crystal clear, the still pretty with shiny long brown hair not surprisingly was still the queen bee. It was as if we were all once again back at the college AZD sorority chapter house. I believed there was good in all persons, so I was surprised out of my wits, there was not a, I’m sorry much less an apology from any one on the then young adults that took part in the heinous anal act. So, I was still quite peeved at Elizabeth Newman College queen bee and her followers.

Since I saw or felt not a bit of attrition on ant of their part. I want lie I was not in the forgiving mood. There were still bottled up feelings of pain and hurt-filled memories brand boiled just below the surface. The fact was seeing those who cruelly raped me served as a reminder, and all the shit I went through to be who knew of the past abuse both mental and physical, would tell me to get over it, move on. After all we were about to be married! But, what we are talking about her is fate.

No, if payback was going to be had, it wasn’t going to come from help from my man.

I started by coming up with a hypothesis which stated, I could get each and every one of them especially, Elizabeth who had actually done the dirty deed. And, most important, carry it out by myself with no outside help of any kind.

As I laid out my plans, I realized some kind of restraint system was going to be needed to allow me to successfully keep three females at bay. Now, to do this I would need to ‘divide, separate and isolate each one.

However, my desire to exert my insertion revenge and experience it together made my task that much challenging and harder.

Now our paths had once again crossed and though it had been rather risky, I had taken the opportunity to even things up ... Yes, I said up! Up their sorry, shitty friend butts! I know I took a real chance and I should have turned the other cheek. But, I got even and in my book after all these years hurting their rears which was a ‘real’ hole in one.

Well, I was creative and through some gimmicks/ designed to trap and trick my pretty prey, I had rained down revenge on the bride, Elizabeth, the queen and her minion bridesmaids. Why not, they were relaxed and still full of themselves. I had planned spite and malice and their bare assholes were in for a hard time with a lasting soreness and a flushed red radiating heat the evil bitches were destined to feel every time they walked, sat or even moved for the rest of the night and tomorrow at the wedding. A comeuppance all served up by little old me!

This is where the science in me came in handy. Before I had gotten married I was considered, a robotic genius. I was regarded as an innovator in the field. That accolade gave me the advantage of a surprise set up for Elizabeth and the girls.

My plan for vengeance counted on my ability to not only program the robots to do the necessary task. I had the know-how as well as the passion to design inside the fun house all of the elements needed to exact my revenge. First I had to design, build and check out all of my changes which would make my plan a success. All done by me!

So, I programmed them to carry out my task no matter how heinous task it may seem. I had replaced their original function- program, so the movements and computer driven commands which I would control that for my idea to work needed to be performed to bring off my revenge.