A Son’s Revenge – Part 3

The lift chimed, and its doors opened onto a gorgeous penthouse, welcoming me with a huge indoor swimming pool. Mayank uncle was sitting on a reclining chair with a view of the great Himalayas, a glass of whisky in his hand.

He saw me and jumped out of his chair in sheer joy.

“Rahul, my man!” he screamed as he threw his hands around me and pulled me into a tight hug.

I hated his tight hugs since childhood. Rishi was my college friend, but he was also my school friend. My childhood friend. We lived across the street way back before his mother passed away from illness. Mayank’s uncle had never discriminated between us.

Some would say he loved me more than he did Rishi. He always used to say he had two sons. This strong of a bond, and yet it has been 5 years since I’ve spoken to him or Rishi. But that is a story for a different time.

I smiled awkwardly at him. Mayank uncle was well-built, his roots deep into the Maratha legacy. He was 6’3, muscular, with a thick moustache across his face, of which he was weirdly proud.

“Why are you so awkward, Rahul?” He looked at me.

“I’m not awkward, uncle. I’m just tired.” I said, trying to hide my anxiety.

“This is no time to be tired. You have a lot of work to do tonight.” He smiled and gestured to one of the guys standing there to bring me a chair and a glass.

He gestured for me to have a seat. “Coke or soda, sir?” A waiter smiled at me, standing with an ice bucket.

“Soda,” I said

“Rishi didn’t tell me much, so I guess you didn’t tell him much.” He clinked my glass with his and sighed.

Despite the awkwardness, Mayank uncle and I share a bond. It was never-ending.

“You still smoke.” He said, fiddling his pockets for the pack. “Of course, I know. Who do you take me for?” he added after seeing the confusion on my face.

“I would also take a pack of those if you have extra,” I said hesitantly.

He chuckled and gestured for the guy to bring me one. He finally found the pack he had and lit one cigarette. “So, how’s the shitty job in that city?” he took a drag and passed it to me.

‘It’s okay, I guess.”

“Okay?” He fake laughed. “I offered you great and you declined my offer, chose the okay. I never figured out how your mind worked, really.”

I stayed quiet, taking drag after drag.

“I was quite happy when you reached out to Rishi. I wanted to talk to you. To make the same offer again.” He stood up and pulled another cigarette from the box.

“I’m getting old, Rahul.” He lit the cigarette. “I need someone to manage the finances of my company. I’m losing money here. All these MBA graduates, they are idiots.” He screamed into the valley in front of us.

“You are the best accountant I know. The only one I could trust with my money.

“Uncle….” I started. He raised his hand to stop me.

“Give it a thought, Rahul. Sleep on it.” He said, lowering his hands. “The things you asked for are here. I hope you succeed in whatever your plan is.” He smiled and raised his glass as one of his men handed me a black bag. I put down the glass and said my goodbyes.

The elevator door opened, and I smiled at Mayank uncle as the door closed. I pressed the button to the 4th floor. My room with Mom was on the sixth floor. I looked at the watch. It was almost 10. The lift chimed once again as it opened on the 4th-floor lobby.

I moved along the corridor to find the last room, labelled 403. I pressed the bell. Rajiv’s wife opened the door. Divya Gautam was a tall woman in her late 40s with a slightly dusky skin tone. She was wearing a black saree. All dolled up, she was probably going out.

From the details that I had received, she was thick. A height of 5’8 with 34 DD boobs. A plump bubble butt and a bit chubby. I had seen her pictures before in the file but the pictures couldn’t do her justice. She was obviously way younger than Rajiv, and she maintained herself well.

“Hi, Maam! I am Rahul, and I work for Rajiv sir,” I introduced myself. She looked confused, so I went on.

“I’m sorry to disturb you so late but he wanted to get some signatures on one of his offshore accounts.” She was startled at the mention of offshore. Confusion was all over her face.

“I manage his accounts, Maam. I know.” I smiled to calm down her nerves.

She mouthed okay and opened the door completely. I followed her into the room, checking out her ass the whole time.

“Where are the files?” She turned around suddenly, catching me staring at her ass.

“Oh yes. The files.” I cleared my throat. “They’re in this pen drive.” I extended it to her.

She plugged it into her laptop. I saw the chair across from the bed and took a seat there. I pulled out the pack of cigarettes and pulled one out. I searched for a lighter in my pockets as I saw dread cover her face. Then confusion, followed by anger.

“Who the fuck are you? What is this?” She shouted, trying to pull out the USB drive.

She threw the USB on the floor and stepped on it, trying to break it.

“Maam! Calm down! Shouting isn’t going to get you anywhere.” I said, finally getting my hands on a lighter.

“Get out of my room right now. I’m going to call my husband.” She shouted again.

“I can do that.” I nodded. “But if I put my foot out of that room, all those nudes that your daughter has sent out to his so-called boyfriend will be all over the internet. She’ll be a global slut tomorrow morning. I don’t think we want that for our Rhea, do we?”

I finally lit my cigarette and took a drag while Divya’s eyes filled with tears.

“What do you want?” She mouthed and started sobbing.

“Sit down, Divya and stop crying,” I ordered, and she sat down on the edge of the bed.

“My name is Rahul. I work for your husband. I am here to teach him a lesson. Your husband put his foot through the wrong hole,” I said in a serious tone.

“Now. Where is our little Rhea?” I took another drag as Divya sobbed on the bed. The bell dinged once again. “I guess she’s here.” I smiled.

“Please don’t do this.” She held my hand as I got up to open the door.

“A little late for that, don’t you think?” I laughed.

I opened the door. Rhea was standing there typing on her phone. She was wearing a stark yellow tank top and blue baggy jeans. She was almost the same height as her mom. At 20, she looked a lot similar to her.

She had a bit whitish tone to her skin with 32C boobs and pink nipples pointing to the front, from the nudes I had seen. She had a butterfly tattoo on her huge ass, which was the highlight of her body. She had an ass bigger than her thick mother despite the fact that she was not fat.

“Who are you? Where is my mom?” She inquired, looking up from the phone.

“I work for your father. She is inside,” I gestured for her to come in, a smile plastered on my face.

She entered the room. I locked the door behind her after hanging the “Do not disturb card” on the door handle. She saw her mother sitting on the bed, her cheeks wet from tears rolling. Confusion rolled on Rhea’s face. She looked at me and then at her mother. I took a seat again on the chair.

“What is going on?” She asked, her eyes moving from her mother to me. Divya stayed silent, so I spoke up.

“Well, Rhea, your mother just stepped on the pen drive, so I have to see if I brought backup,” I told her, going through my phone. “Yes, I did.”

I flipped my phone towards Rhea to show her the picture of a girl kneeling in front of a mirror naked with her tongue out, her face hidden with the phone used to take the photo. Her hair was all over the place, her nipples erect and pointing out of her small but firm white tits.

A trimmed bush covered her pussy and giving a contrast against her milky legs. Rhea’s face turned white. Divya was looking at the floor, her fists gripping her saree to ease out the nervousness of this devastating situation. I flipped my phone back and locked it, keeping it on the side table beside my chair.

Suddenly, Rhea stood up, trying to reach for my phone. But I kicked the table out of her way, making it fall sideways and her toppling on the floor. I stood up angrily as she groaned from the pain of falling face-first on the floor. I picked up my phone. Divya was too startled to react.

Both her hands went to her mouth as she screamed at her daughter falling. I kept the phone in my pocket and grabbed Rhea by her hair, pulling her up from the floor. She cried from the pain, trying to get on her feet and break free from my hold. I threw her on the bed.

Divya caught her mother-daughter hugging and crying together on the edge of the bed.

“Since you both are so stupid that you don’t understand, I’ll mellow it down for you,” I shouted angrily. They stopped sobbing and looked at me with their teary eyes.

“Here’s the thing. I entered the room at 10:00. Before entering, I sent my friend a video update of me outside your door. It’s 10:20 now.” I looked at my watch. “Which means you both have exactly 10 minutes.” They looked at me in shock and confusion.

“We can keep arguing and break things if you want. But if he doesn’t receive updates from me every half hour, he is instructed to post all the evidence that he has on the internet. Your family will become a penniless slut-house tomorrow morning.” I sat down again and controlled my temper.

“You have to decide. You can do what I say, or I can walk out of this door.” I looked at both of them for an answer.

“…what you say?” I heard a faint whisper.

“Loud and clear, please” I ordered.

“I’ll do what you say.” Divya moved her head up and faced me, her mascara all over her cheeks from the crying.

“Good girl.” I smiled. “But I expect a group answer.” I folded my legs and leaned back on the chair.

“Please.” She begged with her eyes. “Leave her alone. Use me in whatever way you want” She folded her hands.

Before I could speak, Rhea cleared her throat. “I’ll obey whatever you say,” She spoke up, her voice still faint.

“Rhea baby, no!” Divya held her wrist.

“Mom, please. We don’t have any option.” She looked at her mother, a single tear rolling on her left cheek.

“As much as I would want to see mother-daughter bonding over adversity,” I clapped to get their attention. “Sadly, we are running out of time.” I pointed to my watch.

“What do you want?” Divya looked at me, a slight anger behind her eyes.

I pulled the black bag Mayank uncle handed me from below my chair and opened the zip. I pulled out a DSLR camera, two leather leashes and two black dog collars with spikes. I put them one by one on the table. Both the women looked at me in dread. I folded my legs again and smiled.

“It’s 10:23.” I looked at my watch again. “I will give you an extension of 5 minutes since you are fucking dumb. Which means you have 12 minutes.” I pulled out another cigarette and lit it up.

“Both of you.” I looked at them. “Take your clothes off, put the collar on your necks, attach the leash to it. You will then kneel on the floor and take your tongue out, with your hands on the front like a dog standing on two legs.”

Shock struck on both of their faces and Divya started looking on the floor nervously, holding her saree tightly at the waist. I took another drag and made eye contact with Rhea, who was thinking it through. I looked at her, then looked at the watch, smiling.

A decision was made as Rhea stood up. Divya was surprised and held her daughter’s hand, shaking her head sideways telling her to stop. But Rhea had made up her mind. I could see it.

Rhea shook her hand free from her mother’s grasp. She reluctantly held her tank top, pulling it up to reveal her sexy navel and toned waist.

“Wait.” I held up my left hand. “I wanna see Divya here naked first.” I took another drag.

“Rhea,” I ordered. “Get your mother naked first.”

Divya pleaded with her eyes, shaking her head, but it was no use. She stood up hesitantly, crossing her hands over her chest. Rhea unclipped her pallu from her blouse and unwrapped her saree, revealing a black petticoat and grey blouse. Divya had a bit of belly fat, but it only added to her overall figure.

“Go on,” I said, my dick semi-hard from the kick I was getting. Rhea slowly unhooked her blouse from behind, hook after hook. In a swift motion, it came off, revealing her navy blue bra. Rhea went on and undid the knot on her petticoat and it fell on the floor.

Divya was now standing in a navy blue bra and panty set. I received the correct information. She was a thick goddess. Her smooth thick thighs led to a darker shade of her pussy. Her dusky tone glistened at her navel going up to her huge boobs. Her figure was gorgeous.

The long legs paired perfectly with her round tits, waiting to be released. Rhea did the honours and unhooked her mother’s bra, revealing her gorgeous pair. Her tits were not saggy but firm. They had a perfect volume and got darker at the tip, forming her black nipples.

The tits looked as if sucked properly, they might release some milk, and I was in every mood to find out. Rhea finally pulled down her panties, revealing her shaved pussy. I was surprised to find out that she shaved her pussy. I did not expect this in older women.

“Now, your turn,” I gestured to Rhea. Divya stood there, hiding her tits with one hand and hiding her pussy with another. Rhea pulled at the hem of her tank top and lifted it again. She took it off and revealed her cute tits. She was not wearing a bra. Given the slut she is, I had somewhat expected it.

She struggled with the button of her jeans for a while, her small tits dangling with every shake. She finally got it and got out of her jeans and panty. Her pussy was trimmed, but it was still hairy, especially in front of Divya’s shaved one. I grabbed the collars and leash and threw them at Rhea.

They tied the collar around their neck and attached the leash to it. I got up and threw my cigarette in one corner of the room. I grabbed my camera and switched it on. They kneeled on the floor in front of me and pulled out their tongue reluctantly.

Their hands came ahead, and they both sat there like dogs. I laughed at the scene I was watching unfold in front of me.

“I will now press record on this camera.” I looked at their tear-filled eyes looking at me. “You will say your name in the camera, followed by I’m Rahul’s bitch.” Shock again filled the room, but there was no other way.

“My name…” Rhea cleared her throat. “My name is Rhea, and I’m Rahul’s bitch.”

“My name is Divya, and I’m Rahul’s bitch.” Divya looked into the camera. I stopped recording and sent the recording to Rishi on the other side.

“Now that we have another half an hour time extension, we should discuss the ground rules.” I sat down once again.

I had turned off the heater, so the room was cold, and the floor was freezing. Both of them were shivering, their nipples erect from the cold.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” I ordered loudly, and they looked up. “Rule Number 1 is that you won’t speak or moan or make any sounds without my permission. Nod if you understand.” They nodded in unison.

“Rule Number 2 is anything I tell you to do. You do it with a happy face and without hesitation. If I hear another sob or see another tear or sense even a bit of hesitation in this room, you know what is at stake. Nod if you understand.” They nodded again.

“Rule Number 3 is you will only address me as Master when you’re allowed to speak. This will be in a situation when you need permission for bathroom breaks. Nod if you understand.” They nodded again.

“Good girls.” I smiled and pulled out my bag again. I pulled out a small tripod, two vibrators and duct tape. I fixed my camera on the tripod and aimed it at the naked bitches, sitting with their tongues out.

“Let’s play a game, shall we?” I got up from my chair. I went up to Divya and looked down on her sexy, thick body, shivering from the cold. I touched her face, gently rubbing her cheeks. I slowly moved my hand, feeling her neck and collarbone. I gently squeezed her boobs and pinched her nipples hard.

She tried hard not to moan or cry from the pain, but she couldn’t. A groan left her mouth. I looked down at her in anger and slapped her so hard my hand was printed on her cheek. Tears flowed from her eyes, but she couldn’t do or say anything.

“You are learning, Divya, but you need to be trained,” I smirked at her, holding her ponytail in my left hand.

“Anyways, this game I was talking about. It is simple. Whoever cums first, loses.” I smiled and turned towards the table. I picked up the vibrators and duct tape from the table and turned around.

“Both of you, take your leash in your mouth and crawl here.” I gestured to the centre of the room. They both obeyed, crawling along the room like dogs. Rhea passed in front of me. I couldn’t stop myself from slapping her huge ass. It jiggled from the spank, and redness covered her milky booty.

It was hell for them. Mascara was all over Rhea’s face from the crying. I kept the vibrator between Rhea’s hands and tied them up with duct tape. I did the same with Divya’s hands. I pulled out two nipple clamps from my pocket. They were attached with a small string.

I slapped Divya’s tits and pulled her nipple. A silent cry left her mouth. I clamped her nipple on one end of the string and moved to Rhea. Her nipples were already pointing out from her small tits, so it was no effort. I attached the clamp on the other end of the string to Rhea’s nipples.

After repeating the same, mother and daughter were now joined from the nipples with a small string. The farther they pulled, the more it would hurt their nipples. They understood it. I moved the vibrator in Rhea’s hands to Divya’s pussy and the one in Divya’s hands to Rhea’s pussy.

The bitches were now close together with their hands tied and on each other’s pussies. I turned the vibrators on and sat back. I turned on the recording in my camera and lit a cigarette.

“Oh yes. I forgot. You can moan and cry and make whatever sound for the duration of this game. The one who loses will get a creampie from me.” I smiled and leaned back, lighting my cigarette.

Dread filled Divya’s eyes, and the vibrators started doing their job. Rhea was moaning loudly, trying to pull back, but the nipple clamps were tight. Divya was breathing heavily and groaning.

“Baby, don’t…” Divya moaned from the pleasure. “Don’t move like this…” Divya took a breath. “You are going to cum.” She looked at her daughter, whose face had turned all red from the stimulation. I was having fun, watching them fight to cum.

Divya started moving her hips on the vibrator Rhea was holding, trying to cum before her daughter. I started laughing over her movements.

“Look, Rhea. What a pig your mother is. The slut is trying to cum.” I laughed again and took a drag.

Divya groaned and squirted all over the floor. Rhea followed after a minute. Both of them were squirters and it made the floor all wet. I pressed stop on the camera and sent it to Rishi. I got up and put my cigarette in the ashtray.

“You lost Divya.” I grinned at Divya, who was still attached to her daughter. “Please.” She begged, her voice frail from the forced orgasm. “Let us go.”

“Come on now! We are just getting started.” I moved towards them and turned off the vibrators. I pulled the first nipple clamp in one go. Both of them cried in pain, tears rolling down their cheeks. I pulled the second one, and the cries followed.

The nipples were red and probably sore. I pinched Rhea’s pink nipples, and she cried in pain. I then slapped Divya’s tits, who was now sitting and breathing in her cum. Her dusky tits were going up and down, and black nipples were erect.

“I have to pee,” I said, pulling my t-shirt above my head, followed by my pants and underwear. I was standing in the room butt-naked, my dick hard from all the show. “Since the game is over, we are back to the rules. You remember the rules, right?” They nodded.

“Good,” I said and grabbed Rhea by her hair, pulling her up to me. She cried in pain, trying to get on her feet. I grabbed her small tits and squeezed them, slapping them gently. I left her hair, and she fell to the ground. I grabbed her leash and moved towards the washroom, pulling her with me.

She crawled slowly, trying to keep up with my pace, choking in between from the collar. I stopped in front of the commode. She sat on her knees on the washroom floor. “Sit with your legs parted,” I ordered. “ And spread your pussy lips.” She obeyed.

She took the support of the wall and parted her legs. Using her hands, she spread her pussy lips to reveal the pink interior. She was a virgin from the looks of it. Her hole was tight and wet from the orgasm before. I pissed on her pussy, smoke rising from my warm piss hitting her cold body.

I moved up to her tits and finally to her face. “Open your mouth,” I said. She did, and I pissed in her mouth. The peeing ended, and I pushed my dick inside her mouth, starting to mouth fuck her. The last drops I dropped inside her mouth.

She was dripping wet in my piss, her eyes watery from the mouth fucking and deep throat.

To be continued.