Revenge of a Wronged Professor: A Dark and Sinister Tale of Betrayal and Retribution
*Author's note-This belongs to me. This is chapter 2 of the Sweet Revenge trilogy. If you have not read the first, I suggest you do so. I hope you enjoy, and as I've said, this part contains the non consent. I do no condone it, and I do not suggest you go out and do it. All characters are 18+*
Originally on my account of the same name on Literotica.com
'...' thoughts
Chapter 2 - Payback is a Bitch, Ain't it?
It's been almost a year since I was fired and my life practically ended. I used to be a well paid psychology professor at the local university. I was caught blackmailing and fucking one of my students. In a way, she set me up. That little bitch made it worse than it was, I know she was enjoying herself while I was screwing her, then she gets me fired.
About six months ago, while I was pondering my worthless existence I saw her walking with a group of friends. I followed them, and at that moment, a plan formed in my mind.
I would get revenge on the little tease.
Everyday, for the past few months I've been watching her, following her, learning as much about her as I could. Now, I'm ready to get my payback upon Ms. Emily Wolfe.
***
I sit in my car hidden in a dark alley. The chlorophorm and rope ready to be used. This place is desolate, and she's absolutely naive to think she could walk through here safely, but I'm not complaining. I run a hand through my shaggy gray hair sighing, I'm totally bored off my ass, but I wanted to make sure I didn't miss her.
She walks through here to get home after she's finished with her classes. Normally her friends drive her, but this is one of the days she leaves early for work. She heads home to drop off her stuff and showers, then leaves for the clinic, she wants to be nurse.
Then I see her turn the corner and start heading down the street. I smile viciously. I grab the chlorophorm and cloth and get out of the car and follow her. I hurry to get behind her, and just as she gets to the part of the street that the streetlight is broken and completely dark, I wrap my arms around her, one securing her arms the other covering her mouth and nose with the sedative.
Her scream is muffled by the cloth and my hand, she tries to struggle, but I hold firm, my erection poking at her back. Soon she goes limp. I remove the cloth and lay her down in a small bush on the edge of the walk, and hurry back to my car. I put the chlorophorm on the passenger seat and drive to where I left her.
When I get to her I grab the rope, hiding in the bush and I secure her wrists and ankles, then I pick her up and put her in the trunk. As I drive home, I start to laugh maniacally. The thoughts of what I am going to do to her making my erection almost painful. I don't plan to just physically torment her, I am going to torture her mentally as well. Making her body enjoy it, while she doesn't want to will scar her. Revenge is sweet.
I am taking her to a friend's home, seeing as my crappy apartment wouldn't be private enough for my needs, he is away on vacation and asked me to house sit. It works perfectly, it's a secluded little home, no neighbors, no one to worry about. I can do what I wish.
After the drive, which takes little over an hour, I pull into the driveway. I had to stop once about 45 minutes in when I heard her starting to scream and thrash around. I just used more chlorophorm and when about my way without a second thought.
I pull in the garage and pop the trunk. I get out with a spring in my step as I throw her unconscious body over my shoulder and grab the extra rope. I start for the bedroom, as I make my way through the living room I turn on the stereo. It's classical, the speakers softly playing Claire de Lune. I smile. 'Perfect.'
I open the bedroom door and turn on the light. I unceremoniously plop her on the bed. I keep her wrists secured together, but take the excess rope and tie it above her head to the headboard. Then I untie her ankles and tie them separately to opposite corners of the bed. I head to the bathroom that adjoins the bedroom and go to the medicine cabinet, grabbing a pair of scissors.
I come back to her smiling. I saunter over and sit beside her, and start cutting away her clingy little t-shirt. Her breasts spill out, no bra again. I then cut away her shorts revealing a lacy little thong. I quickly get rid of it too, exposing her pussy. When I'm finished I put the scissors away and take a shower. I want to wait for her to wake up before I begin to play.
Half way through my shower I hear a groggy moan, and then she starts screaming. I hear the bed creaking as she starts thrashing. I smile, and start whistling along with Debussy. When I finish, I dry myself off but I don't dress, by this point her screams have become hoarse.
I walk out and see her still struggling, although not as violently as she was. When she sees me her eyes go wide and she splutters. "Mr...Mr. Krauss? What the fuck are you doing? Let me go!" I walk over to her. "I think at this point in our relationship Emily, you can call me Jon." She glares at me. "Well then, go fuck yourself Jon." She says my name sarcastically and I smile. "Good girl." I stroke her face and she tries to bite me. I pull away chuckling.
I point to the kitchen knife I have laying on the nightstand. "You don't want me to use that do you?" Her eyes go even wider. "Then behave Emily." I stroke her face again, and she lays there unmoving.
"Why are you doing this?"
"I would say, "to teach you a lesson," but considering I'm no longer a teacher, I'll call it..payback. Think that sounds suitable, don't you?" I see tears start to stream down her face. "Oh don't cry Emily. You chose this, I'm only here to show you what happens when you fuck someone over."
I walk to THE END
Originally on my account of the same name on Literotica.com
'...' thoughts
Chapter 2 - Payback is a Bitch, Ain't it?
It's been almost a year since I was fired and my life practically ended. I used to be a well paid psychology professor at the local university. I was caught blackmailing and fucking one of my students. In a way, she set me up. That little bitch made it worse than it was, I know she was enjoying herself while I was screwing her, then she gets me fired.
About six months ago, while I was pondering my worthless existence I saw her walking with a group of friends. I followed them, and at that moment, a plan formed in my mind.
I would get revenge on the little tease.
Everyday, for the past few months I've been watching her, following her, learning as much about her as I could. Now, I'm ready to get my payback upon Ms. Emily Wolfe.
***
I sit in my car hidden in a dark alley. The chlorophorm and rope ready to be used. This place is desolate, and she's absolutely naive to think she could walk through here safely, but I'm not complaining. I run a hand through my shaggy gray hair sighing, I'm totally bored off my ass, but I wanted to make sure I didn't miss her.
She walks through here to get home after she's finished with her classes. Normally her friends drive her, but this is one of the days she leaves early for work. She heads home to drop off her stuff and showers, then leaves for the clinic, she wants to be nurse.
Then I see her turn the corner and start heading down the street. I smile viciously. I grab the chlorophorm and cloth and get out of the car and follow her. I hurry to get behind her, and just as she gets to the part of the street that the streetlight is broken and completely dark, I wrap my arms around her, one securing her arms the other covering her mouth and nose with the sedative.
Her scream is muffled by the cloth and my hand, she tries to struggle, but I hold firm, my erection poking at her back. Soon she goes limp. I remove the cloth and lay her down in a small bush on the edge of the walk, and hurry back to my car. I put the chlorophorm on the passenger seat and drive to where I left her.
When I get to her I grab the rope, hiding in the bush and I secure her wrists and ankles, then I pick her up and put her in the trunk. As I drive home, I start to laugh maniacally. The thoughts of what I am going to do to her making my erection almost painful. I don't plan to just physically torment her, I am going to torture her mentally as well. Making her body enjoy it, while she doesn't want to will scar her. Revenge is sweet.
I am taking her to a friend's home, seeing as my crappy apartment wouldn't be private enough for my needs, he is away on vacation and asked me to house sit. It works perfectly, it's a secluded little home, no neighbors, no one to worry about. I can do what I wish.
After the drive, which takes little over an hour, I pull into the driveway. I had to stop once about 45 minutes in when I heard her starting to scream and thrash around. I just used more chlorophorm and when about my way without a second thought.
I pull in the garage and pop the trunk. I get out with a spring in my step as I throw her unconscious body over my shoulder and grab the extra rope. I start for the bedroom, as I make my way through the living room I turn on the stereo. It's classical, the speakers softly playing Claire de Lune. I smile. 'Perfect.'
I open the bedroom door and turn on the light. I unceremoniously plop her on the bed. I keep her wrists secured together, but take the excess rope and tie it above her head to the headboard. Then I untie her ankles and tie them separately to opposite corners of the bed. I head to the bathroom that adjoins the bedroom and go to the medicine cabinet, grabbing a pair of scissors.
I come back to her smiling. I saunter over and sit beside her, and start cutting away her clingy little t-shirt. Her breasts spill out, no bra again. I then cut away her shorts revealing a lacy little thong. I quickly get rid of it too, exposing her pussy. When I'm finished I put the scissors away and take a shower. I want to wait for her to wake up before I begin to play.
Half way through my shower I hear a groggy moan, and then she starts screaming. I hear the bed creaking as she starts thrashing. I smile, and start whistling along with Debussy. When I finish, I dry myself off but I don't dress, by this point her screams have become hoarse.
I walk out and see her still struggling, although not as violently as she was. When she sees me her eyes go wide and she splutters. "Mr...Mr. Krauss? What the fuck are you doing? Let me go!" I walk over to her. "I think at this point in our relationship Emily, you can call me Jon." She glares at me. "Well then, go fuck yourself Jon." She says my name sarcastically and I smile. "Good girl." I stroke her face and she tries to bite me. I pull away chuckling.
I point to the kitchen knife I have laying on the nightstand. "You don't want me to use that do you?" Her eyes go even wider. "Then behave Emily." I stroke her face again, and she lays there unmoving.
"Why are you doing this?"
"I would say, "to teach you a lesson," but considering I'm no longer a teacher, I'll call it..payback. Think that sounds suitable, don't you?" I see tears start to stream down her face. "Oh don't cry Emily. You chose this, I'm only here to show you what happens when you fuck someone over."
I walk to THE END
