Who's The Cuckold Now?
By CounterCounterCulture
A sleazy porn producer gets his comeuppance


WARNING: This story contains violence, sex, and politically incorrect
political references. If you are offended by any or all of these things,
please stand warned.

* * *

"Some large men to see you, ma'am."

Cara looked up upon hearing the voice of her secretary. "I don't have an
appointment with any large men..."

The door to Cara's office suddenly swung open and two large men in business
suits walked right in. They positioned themselves one on each side of her
desk.

"Can I help you? Do I know you?" she asked.

"No, you don't know us. But we know you," said the first man.

"And you can help us by coming with us," added the second man.

"Sorry, I'm working," said Cara. "Now if there's nothing else, please ask my
secretary to show you out."

"Oh, I think you'll find that this is a little more important than work," said
the first man, showing her a picture. She gasped as she looked at it. Her
husband, Aaron, was tied up and a gun was pointed at his head.

"What the hell have you done to him?" she demanded.

"Nothing. Yet. But if you don't come with us, that'll be a different story.
Now let's go. Quietly and calmly. No funny stuff," said the second man.

Cara sighed as she stood up, hoping her man would be okay.

* * *

After a thirty-minute ride in a black Lexus, with one of the big men driving
and the other guarding Cara in the back seat, the vehicle pulled up in front
of a tall office building. The men herded her inside. Although there were many
people there, no one paid them any attention or seemed to think there was
anything unusual going on.

The three of them rode the elevator up to the penthouse. Cara's eyes widened
as the elevator doors opened. The room was set up as a porn set, with various
cameras trained on a king-size bed covered with flower petals. And across the
room, tied up and guarded by two more goons, was...

"Aaron!" she cried, starting to run towards her husband. One of the men
guarding her grabbed her and held her back.

"Cara!" he cried out in response. He glared at the goons. "Whatever sick shit
you fuckers are up to, leave her out of it!"

"Quiet," said one thug, pulling out a gun and pointing it at Aaron. "You'll
find out what this is all about soon enough."

Cara gulped with fear, but tried not to let it show. What was in store for her
and her husband?

* * *

Tim Goldstein Jr. sat alone in his large office, brooding. He had always been
a small (in many ways), bitter, insecure, and jealous excuse for a man. In
high school, he had been extremely envious of taller, more athletic, better
looking boys and the girls they had gotten. Though no one ever really bullied
him, he had convinced himself that he was a poor, oppressed, saintly victim of
bullying, deserving of sympathy and so much more. This was quite ironic as
thanks to his rich father his upbringing actually had been very privileged.

Timothy Goldstein Sr. had been a cold, calculating, and ambitious businessman.
However, he had also been intelligent, reasonable, and capable of recognizing
and rewarding loyalty. Tim Jr., along with inheriting his father's business
empire after the old man had died, had inherited every one of his father's
negative traits, but absolutely none of his positive ones. Tim Jr. preferred
to let his subordinates do the real work of managing the empire while he
concentrated on his obsession.

Ever since high school, when he had found himself again and again without a
girl while jocks seemed to score on a near continuous basis, he had been oddly
fascinated by cuckold porn. He would get erections watching the humiliated
cuckold weakling male get made a fool of by his hot, feminine wife and her
hot, masculine lover(s). And in real life, he would find himself getting an
erection watching a big, muscular jock make out with a slim, athletic
cheerleader, while he was reduced to loverless loser. That fact filled him
with hate, hate towards himself and hate towards the whole world. Even after
inheriting his father's wealth and using it to get a hot gold-digger to marry
him, his bitterness did not decrease. Tim Jr. knew that his wife had only
married him for his money and didn't really love him. He had his marriage and
his millions of dollars, but he could never have the one thing he wanted most
of all - a fit, athletic, alpha male body.

He knew he could never play the role of the powerful, muscular, masculine male
who fucked the hot, skinny woman with big tits while her helpless husband
watched. So he used his wealth to be the next best thing - the producer of
cuckold porn, where someone else would have to play the role of cuckold. He
was so sick of having been the loser in high school, and he was so bitter that
he could never let it go.

The intercom on his desk buzzed. "We're ready with the set, sir," came the
voice of Howard, his movie director. "Everyone's here."

"Excellent," said Tim. He stood up, a cold smile appearing on his homely face.

* * *

Cara and Aaron were still in the big room, guarded by the goons. Forced to
stay apart from each other and ordered at gunpoint not to talk, they could
only try giving one another comfort with looks.

A door opened and several men walked in. Aaron stared at one of them. "Tim
Goldstein? Is that you?"

Tim cackled with diabolic Bolshevik glee. "That's right, it's me. And I'm here
for revenge."

Aaron looked puzzled. "What do you mean? I never did anything to you." Turning
to his wife, he explained, "We went to high school together."

Tim's voice became shrill. "You were the big shot football star, scoring with
all those hot chicks, while I was left with nothing! I hated not having any
girl to go out with me every time there was one of those damn school dances!
Well, now I'm going to show you what I felt. Now you're going to feel what it
was like to be in my shoes."

Cara rolled her eyes in disgust. "THAT's what this is about?! You're doing all
this because you can't get over being a loser in high school?!"

He turned on her, spittle flying from his mouth. "Shut up, bitch!" Her words
and her red hair drove him mad with rage. He hated redheads and blondes
(though his wife was blonde, he certainly didn't love her). He hated them
because deep down inside, he knew they were beautiful. He had married his wife
in a desperate hope that she could give him good-looking children, although
with his extreme ugliness it would be a major uphill battle even with her
hotness. But admitting, even only to himself, that he needed outside genes to
improve his bloodline simply drove him crazy with hatred.

Aaron glared at Tim. "Your case against me is pathetically weak, but against
my wife it's nonexistent! This is why you didn't deserve girls! You're a
disgusting, evil, cocksucking piece of shit!"

"Oh, you're mad now?" snarled Tim. "Just wait!" He was cackling again. Another
door opened and three completely naked big, muscular black men walked in.

"As you may have guessed, this is a porn studio," said Tim with a smirk. "And
this is going to be a cuckold porn shoot. Your wife is going to be fucked by
those men while you have to watch helplessly. Now you're going to know what it
was like to have to watch while someone else got the girls you DESERVE!
Dammit, I was ENTITLED to hot chicks! I am so OPPRESSED by the WHOLE FUCKING
WORLD that it can't even be MEASURED!" The irony of his rabid words, a
multimillionaire whining about how oppressed he supposedly was, was completely
lost on him.

Upon hearing what was in store for them, Aaron began struggling wildly against
his ropes, while Cara kneed one of her guards in the groin, sending him to the
floor clutching his crippled nuts. She kicked a second guard in the face,
knocking him down as well. She was about to follow up her attack when one of
the other goons drew his gun.

"All right, that's enough." He kept his weapon trained on her while the two
battered guards climbed slowly back to their feet.

"I'd rather die than do this sick shit!" snarled Cara, feeling the Celtic rage
flowing through her.

"But would you rather see your husband die?" demanded Tim in a cold voice.
"And if we have to kill him, I promise it won't be quick."

"No, don't do it!" shouted Aaron. One of the goons hit him in the face.

But Cara knew that she wasn't going to let her husband die for her. She glared
hatefully at Tim, making a silent promise to get blood revenge on him.

He knew he had her now. "Take off your clothes."

She continued glaring as she disrobed. The men hooted and whistled at her
slender, muscular body. The naked black porn stars became erect immediately.

"It is true theater, is it not?" said Howard, the director. "The contrast
between the darkness and masculinity on one side and the lightness and
femininity on the other."

"Indeed," agreed Tim. "Though I feel black-on-blonde provides the most
spectacular contrast, redheads do quite nicely as well."

Prodded at gunpoint, Cara moved towards the bed, trembling with anger and
fear. Aaron struggled helplessly against his ropes.

* * *

Cara lay in her own bedroom, sobbing. She tried to clear the memories of what
the men had done to her from her mind, but the vile images just wouldn't go
away.

Lying on the bed next to her, her husband gave her a kiss. "Cara, I love you.
Always remember that." He got up, a haunted and empty look in his eyes, and
walked out of the room.

Wondering where he was going, she sat bolt upright as she suddenly realized
what the look in his eyes meant. "Aaron, NO!" she shouted as she ran after
him.

She found him in the next room. The gun was already in his hand and pointed at
his own head. "I can't go on," he said. "I just can't."

Then he pulled the trigger.

Cara dropped to her knees over her late husband's corpse. "NOOOOOOOOO!" she
screamed. The feeling of sorrow had gone and was replaced by a burning rage.
They had raped her and driven her husband to suicide. They would pay.

* * *

Pamela checked her reflection in the mirror before starting up her silver BMW.
The spa treatment had done its job, she decided.

She wondered how much longer she could stand being married to that sniveling
little weasel Tim. When she had first become his wife, she had thought that
the perks of wealth would be all she needed. But as the years went by, she was
slowly realizing that Tim's personality was so vile that no amount of money
was worth being with him.

Suddenly, there was a knock on her car window. A redheaded woman was standing
there.

"Do I know you?" Pamela asked.

"My name is Cara," said the redhead. "And I know some things I think you'll
want to know. About your husband."

Pamela looked at the other woman for a few seconds, then said, "Get in."

* * *

"I'm so sorry," said Pamela, after hearing Cara's story. "I knew my husband
was a lowlife sack of shit, but I thought even he wouldn't sink that low."

"Did you know what he did for a living?" Cara asked.

"I knew he was a porn producer, but I thought the videos were legit."

"He made Aaron and me sign consent forms. At gunpoint," said Cara with an
ironic laugh.

"So what now?" asked Pamela.

A cold smile appeared on Cara's pretty face. "How much do you hate your
husband?"

* * *

Cara and Pamela sat on the couch in Cara's living room, plotting their
revenge. "I have access to pretty much everything," said Pamela. "Guard
schedules for the building, alarm codes, you name it. Tomorrow night, Tim will
be making another video. The shoot is scheduled to start at seven, so our best
bet is to show up just after five. At 5:00 the main shift of security guards
leaves and there's only the skeleton crew for the night. We should be able to
get in, get our revenge, and get out before the actors show up. We don't want
to hurt them. Just the crew."

"Are you sure the whole crew will be there? Tim, Howard, all of them. I
wouldn't want any of them to be left out of our payback," smirked Cara
viciously.

"Positive. I've been married to that twerp long enough to know his patterns.
He and Howard always show up early to get everything set up."

"Good. Now, how many guards will there be?"

"Total of six. Two at the front desk manning the main security station, two up
in the penthouse providing security for the video, and two on roving patrol in
the building."

"And what kind of weapons do they have?"

"Just the standard, pistols and nightsticks."

"Good," said Cara again. "Now about our own weapons and combat. My dad taught
me how to shoot when I was little, and I have a gun here. And I started
learning martial arts when I was a teenager. How are you with guns and
hand-to-hand combat?"

"Fully covered," Pamela replied with a smile. "Had to learn that for my former
profession."

"Were you a cop? Soldier?"

"Actress. No, not THAT kind of actress!" Both girls giggled at that. "Regular
actress. Pretty much any woman who wants to be a modern actress has to know
how to handle guns and how to handle herself in a fight."

"I suppose that's true," said Cara. "There are so many action roles for women
these days. Do you have your own piece?"

"Oh yes."

"Great." Cara raised her wine glass. "To my husband, Aaron. Your memory will
be avenged. And to you, Pamela, and your impending freedom from a terrible
marriage."

"Hear hear," said Pamela, raising her glass in turn. "I'm getting hungry. Come
on, let's go out for dinner together. My treat."

* * *

The next afternoon, Cara stood in her driveway and smiled as Pamela's silver
BMW pulled in. She got out and stood next to Cara.

The two women made quite an attractive picture. Cara was wearing tight black
leather pants and a black tank top. She had long red hair, green eyes, and
pale skin. Her 5'8", 125-pound frame was slender but muscular, with
measurements of 34C-25-35. Pamela was a little smaller at 5'6" and 113 pounds,
and a 34C-24-34 figure. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a deep
golden-brown tan. Despite her petite weight she was muscular as well. She wore
a black miniskirt and a white short-sleeved blouse. Both girls also wore
knee-high black leather boots and black leather gloves.

"Wow, Pamela," said Cara. "You look hot."

"Thanks," the blonde answered. "So do you."

Cara blushed. "So, got everything you need?"

"Right here." Pamela reached into her car and pulled out a mini-Uzi submachine
gun with a silencer attached.

"Where did you get that? I wish they'd let me own a fully automatic weapon."

Pamela smiled. "Being rich has its perks. Like the ability to bribe the right
people. By the way, I brought something for you." She reached into her pocket
and handed the redhead another silencer. "Figured they don't let you have
these either."

"Thanks, Santa! Just what I wanted!" Cara took out her own gun, a black 9mm
pistol, and attached her new silencer. "My husband used this weapon to kill
himself. Tonight I'm going to use it to kill people who are a lot more
deserving of death."

"I'm looking forward to it too," said the blonde. "Having to have sex with
that flabby male weakling is so repulsive." Both girls shuddered at the
thought. "Well, let's get going."

* * *

The two security guards at the front desk heard the knock on the door. One of
them got up and opened it. "What do you want, Mrs. Goldstein?" His tone was
hostile and annoyed. Though she was married to his boss, he, as well as
everyone else who worked there, didn't really think of her as "one of the
club." Pamela, for her part, was looking forward to when she would no longer
have her husband's last name.

"I need to see my husband. It's an emergency."

"All right. Come in." He unlocked the front door and the pretty blonde stepped
into the building. The guard locked the door again behind her.

"Thank you," said Pamela simply. "I really appreciate this. Here's how much I
appreciate it." She suddenly kicked him in the face, breaking his jaw and
sending him to the floor semi-conscious. Her lacy white panties were briefly
visible as she performed her miniskirted high kick.

The second guard began drawing his gun, but the slender blonde vixen was far
too quick for him. Before he could even get his weapon out of its holster, she
was pointing her Uzi at his head. She smirked, enjoying the look of terror on
his face, and tauntingly blew him a kiss with her free hand.

Then she pulled the trigger, sending half a dozen rounds into his brain. The
corpse slumped down in a pool of blood.

The first guard stirred and groaned from his position on the floor. Pamela
pointed her submachine gun at him, then another thought entered her mind. She
kicked him in the head with her big black boot, knocking him out.

She quickly unlocked the front door again and gave a whistle. Cara came out
from her hiding place and quickly darted into the building. Pamela re-locked
the door behind them.

Cara looked at the dead guard, blood splattered all around him, and smiled.
Then she looked at the other guard. "Dead?"

"No. I thought I'd save him for you."

"Thanks, Pam. You're so sweet." Cara yanked the man up and positioned her
slender but muscular thighs around his neck. Then she gave a quick, vicious
twist with her athletic hips, brutally snapping his neck.

Pamela sat down at the security console and went to work while Cara drew her
pistol and stood watch.

"All right," said the blonde a few minutes later. "I tracked down the
locations of the two roving guards, then I turned off the cameras and took out
the tapes. I also disabled all the elevators except for one. If those
cocksuckers want to escape they'll have to get past us. Come on, let's go."

The two women went to the one working elevator and got in. "One guard is on
the seventh floor and the other is on the tenth," said Pamela.

The elevator stopped on the seventh floor and Cara got out. "Call me when
you're done," said the blonde.

"Will do," replied Cara. "Good luck."

"You too." The elevator doors closed again, leaving the redhead alone.
Gripping her pistol tightly, she started down the hall in search of her prey.

She heard his footsteps, ahead of her, around a corner. She began moving
faster, while still staying silent. Rounding the corner, she saw him about
twenty yards ahead of her, walking, his back to her. She closed the gap
steadily. Fifteen yards. Ten. Five...

When she was close enough, Cara swept out with her long slender leg, tripping
the security guard to the floor. The man, stunned, looked up to see the sexy
redhead standing over him, her right leg raised high above her head in a full
vertical split.

Then she dropped her booted foot down onto his head in an ultra-powerful and
lethal axe kick, shattering his skull like a melon. Blood and gore flew
everywhere. She looked down and laughed at her handiwork.

* * *

Meanwhile, Pamela was on the tenth floor, hunting her victim like a lioness.
She found him in one of the offices, poking around with his flashlight. With
the stealth that came from years of rigorous combat training, she snuck up
behind him, completely silent.

"Hey, baby," she said in a low voice. The guard whirled around and was greeted
by Pamela's leather-gloved fist slamming directly into his left eye. The dizzy
man's hands flew up to his now black eye. She kicked him in the chest, sending
him flying backwards and crashing into a cabinet. He slid slowly to the floor.

Walking up to him confidently, the slim blonde drove her knee into the
underside of his chin with all her strength. Her tanned, slender, muscular
thighs, visible between the bottom of her miniskirt and the top of her
knee-high boots, packed devastating power. The force of the blow snapped his
neck back with a sickening CRACK. She smirked as she stood over the corpse.

Her cell phone vibrated. "Pam, it's me," came Cara's voice. "Took my guy out.
You?"

"Done. I'll get back to the elevator."

"Great. I'll be right up."

* * *

Cara and Pamela took the elevator to the floor immediately below the penthouse
and got out. They took the stairs up to the final floor so they could sneak up
silently. Once on the penthouse level, they split up.

Cara advanced cautiously down a hallway. Just as she was passing by a door
labeled MEN, the bathroom door swung open and one of the film crew stepped
out. Both of them reacted with surprise, but Cara's reflexes were much faster.
The man opened his mouth to shout, but before any sound could come out she had
smashed a lethal palm strike into his nose, driving the cartilage into his
brain. She caught the corpse before it could fall. Dragging it with her into
the men's room, she pulled it into one of the stalls, seated the body on the
toilet, locked the stall door, and climbed out over the barrier.

Meanwhile, Pamela was covering the other side of the penthouse. Hearing voices
coming from the equipment room, she paused just outside the doorway and peeked
in. A crewman and a black porn star, who had apparently arrived early, were
inside, talking.

Pamela dashed inside and launched her petite, athletic body through the air in
a flying kick. Her booted foot slammed into the crewman's back and sent him
crashing into the porn star. Both men went down in a heap. The hot blonde
raised her right leg with its black leather knee-high size 8 boot, then
stomped down hard on the crewman's neck, crushing his windpipe. She looked
down at the dazed porn star, raising her leg again to finish him too, then
suddenly paused, getting an idea. Lowering her leg, she bent over him and
knocked him out with a quick karate chop to his neck.

Cara came to an office door labeled TIMOTHY GOLDSTEIN, CEO. A cold smile
appeared on her elegant face. Kicking the door open, she marched into the
room, gun drawn.

Tim looked up and began quivering in fear like a little girl when he saw the
lethal redhead and her gun. "What...How..." he stammered.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough," she snickered. She whacked him in the face
with her pistol, knocking him unconscious.

* * *

The two female warriors filled each other in on what each had done and
whispered to each other to decide on their next plan, then marched into the
main room together. The room was again set up as a porn set. Inside were
Howard the director, two security guards, and four crewmen. "Hello, boys,"
said Cara.

Seven male heads jerked up in alarm. The two guards began reaching into their
suits for weapons, but Cara fired twice with her pistol, putting a neat 9mm
hole into each guard's forehead. Meanwhile, Pamela opened up with her Uzi,
pumping three of the crewmen full of holes with a single long burst. Howard
and the last crewman raised their hands in fear.

"Mrs. Goldstein, what are you..." began Howard.

"Shut up, cocksucker," snarled Pamela. "I'm not going to be a part of this
filth any longer. I don't care how much money your boss has. This isn't worth
my soul. Cara here told me everything about what you people did to her and her
husband." Howard looked like he was going to say something in response, but he
decided to shut his mouth upon realizing there was nothing he could say.

The crewman said hesitantly, "I'm just a working guy..."

"I know," said Cara. "We're going to be making a video. Our own kind of video.
You're going to film it. If you cooperate, I won't kill you."

"Thank you, Mistress Cara," said the crewman submissively.

"What am I going to be doing?" asked Howard.

Cara walked over to him while Pamela kept the men covered with her machine
gun. The redhead grabbed Howard by the neck and spun him to face her. "You
won't be directing. We'll take care of that. You're just going to watch, and
then you're going to die along with your boss." With that, Cara suddenly and
viciously headbutted him, knocking him out.

Pamela dragged in the heavy, unconscious body of the muscular black porn star
while Cara kept watch on the crewman with her gun. Then Pamela took over
guarding the man while Cara carried in the scrawny, unconscious Tim Goldstein.
She dumped him unceremoniously on the floor and took off his clothes, then
stripped Howard naked as well.

Pamela poured cold water on the porn star's face to wake him up. "Wha..." he
said dizzily.

"What's your name?" she asked him.

"Letalvis."

"Well, Letalvis, you came here to make a porn video, and that's exactly what
you're going to do. Only it'll be with a different actress." She explained her
plan and a wide grin appeared on his face.

Cara tied Howard to a chair and tossed Tim onto the bed. Then Pamela poured
cold water on both their faces to wake them up. When both of them were awake,
the blonde began telling the terrified men what was in store for them.

"Timmy, Timmy, Timmy," she addressed her husband. He glared. He hated being
called Timmy. It made him feel like the small, weak, pathetic excuse for a man
he was. "You just love that cuckold porn, don't you? You just love forcing
better men than you to watch while their wives are ravished by other men.
Well, now you're going to get a taste of your own medicine. Now you're going
to be a porn star. Only you'll be the cuckold this time. You're going to watch
and bitch and cry while Letalvis here fucks me. Now you're a dead man no
matter what, but if you cooperate I won't torture you. As for you, Howard,
you're going to die too, but be thankful you won't have to be in the video."

"You blonde BITCH!" Tim roared. He started getting up, but Cara aimed her
pistol directly at his testicles. "Bad idea, dipshit."

Pamela handed her husband a piece of paper. "Here are the things you'll be
saying in the video. You'd better cooperate if you know what's good for you."
Tim looked at the paper and his face went green. He was burning with rage and
hate, but he knew there was nothing he could do. He had been defeated by his
moral superiors. Pamela instructed Letalvis to take off his clothes. Cara kept
watch over them all with her gun.

"It is true theater, is it not?" Cara taunted Howard, using his own words
against him from that horrible day. Turning to Tim, she smirked, "You were
right. Black-on-blonde does provide the most spectacular contrast." Howard
struggled helplessly against his ropes. Tim glared at the redhead in fury, his
anger only magnified by the fact that he knew he had been exposed as a
hypocrite. Pamela sneered at Tim and Howard, then signaled to the cameraman to
begin filming.

*BEGIN FILM*

Pamela walked into the room and tossed a briefcase onto the table. "Another
rough day at the office," she announced. "Tim, go make me a sandwich."

"Yes, Mistress Pamela," said Tim submissively.

She rolled her blue eyes at him. "I don't know why the fuck I married a creep
like you. You may be rich, but you inherited all that from your daddy. You've
never done shit on your own. And with my new promotion I'm making more than
enough money myself. I think it's time I moved on."

"Please, Mistress..." began Tim.

"Little late for that, loser. I've already moved on." She motioned with her
hand and Letalvis walked in. "This is Letalvis from work. Unlike your scrawny
ass, he's actually built like a man. And unlike you, he can actually satisfy
me." Pamela kissed Letalvis passionately, while Tim ran around in circles with
his hands over his face.

Pamela slowly and sensually stripped, first taking off her knee-high black
leather boots, then her white blouse. As she wore no bra, her firm, round,
perky, natural 34C breasts were fully exposed. Her tits were tanned the same
golden brown as the rest of her skin. Her hard abs had a visible six-pack
while still remaining feminine.

She slid out of her black miniskirt, then finally removed her lacy white
panties, exposing her pink pussy and her blonde pubic hair, neatly trimmed
into a heart shape. Nude except for her black leather gloves, she stood
between her husband and her lover, showing the contrast between the three
naked bodies.

Letalvis was a powerfully built man at 6'1" and 230 pounds. With his broad
shoulders, muscular pecs, armor-like six-pack abs, and massive, bulging arms,
he was in amazing shape. His ebony skin and his erect nine-inch cock added to
his masculinity.

Pamela, though petite at 5'6" and 113 pounds, was very fit as well, looking
like a female fitness model with her wasp waist, round muscular ass, and slim
but toned arms. Her dark golden brown tan made her look very healthy and
contrasted nicely with her long blonde hair that went down to the middle of
her back.

Tim looked pathetically weak and repulsive next to the other two. At only
5'4", the same height as his idol Stalin, he was the shortest of them. Though
his 125-pound weight was more than his wife's, his arms were smaller and
flabbier than hers. His whole body was flabby and pale, giving him an
unhealthy and sickly look. His cock, though fully erect at the sight of
Pamela's nudity, was still only four inches long.

Pamela laughed in her husband's face. "Disgusting little faggot. You're hung
like a little boy." She kicked him in the groin, sending him to the floor
curled up in the fetal position. Then she and Letalvis took turns kicking Tim
while he was down, cracking several of his ribs. Letalvis then showed off his
gymnastic abilities by performing a standing back handspring over Tim, landing
his entire 230-pound bulk onto Tim's solar plexus before completing his flip
and landing perfectly on his feet. Tim groaned and spasmed.

"Nice tumbling skills," Pamela complimented her lover. "See, that's what a
REAL man can do."

"You like dat, then check dis out." With that, Letalvis executed a perfect
standing split-leg layout backflip and landed on the bed in a full 180 degree
split. Pamela smiled and cartwheeled onto the bed to join him, showing off her
own tumbling skills. They began making out passionately. Tim began kicking and
screaming. "I want my mommy!"

Pamela grabbed Letalvis's massive cock with her leather-gloved hand and began
giving him a rough hand job. "I hope my arms aren't too thin," she said. She
placed her slim, feminine forearm next to his massive one that bulged with
muscular brawn and extreme definition. "With an arm that powerful, I bet your
masturbation sessions are amazing. I hope this hand job can live up to that."

"Yeah, your arms are thin, but you have nice muscle tone," said Letalvis,
grunting as Pamela's pumping sent waves of pleasure through him. "You have
decent strength. Anyway, it's okay for you to be thin because you're a girl.
That faggot over there, on the other hand...he's supposed to be a man and his
wrists are even smaller than yours! And he has no muscles." Tim hung his head
in shame as his wife and her lover laughed at him.

Pamela suddenly took Letalvis's entire length into her mouth, skillfully
deep-throating him. Tim began to cry like a baby. "How come I can never get
that? I am so inferior! I am so worthless!"

"Ughh...gonna...cum!" grunted Letalvis. Soon he shot a powerful load into her
mouth, which she swallowed like a champ.

Pamela then showed off her own flexibility by performing a full 180 split on
Letalvis's face. He ate her out until she came hard all over his face,
squirting sticky girl-cum everywhere.

"Now it's fuck time," said Pamela. She lay on the bed on her back. Normally
she liked being on top, but for the purposes of the video it was important
that her partner take the lead. With raw, brute lust, Letalvis obliged,
mounting her and ramming his big black cock deep into her wet pussy. This sent
Tim into new fits of helpless rage. "I am a loser with a short penis! I
deserve this humiliation! Gaaahhhh!"

Letalvis pounded Pamela, savagely fucking her. She was tough enough to take
his size and strength, moaning as she was ravished. Finally he shot a massive
load of semen deep into her, smirking as he showed off his quick recovery from
his earlier orgasm. She came again as well, shrieking with pleasure.

He pulled out of her and lay next to her on the bed. They smiled at each other
and kissed each other on the lips. Pamela turned to Tim and ordered, "Go to
the kitchen and make us both sandwiches."

"Yes, Mistress Pamela," said Tim, crying.

"Oh, and one more thing," said the blonde. She turned to Letalvis and they
both shouted at the same time. "WHO'S THE CUCKOLD NOW?!"

"Cut!" Cara called out.

*END FILM*

"Dayum, dat was good," said Letalvis. "You gots one hell of a tight pussy." He
began getting up.

"Just a minute," said Pamela. "Cara, was he one of the guys who ..."

Letalvis hung his head. Pamela knew the answer even before Cara replied, "Yes,
he was."

The blonde looked at the porn star. "You know, if you weren't one of those
guys, I'd have let you go. You're just pawns, being exploited by the likes of
Tim and Howard. But still, you have free will. You know that Cara was dragged
into that situation involuntarily. You had the choice not to do it, but you
went ahead and did it anyway. Now you have to suffer the consequences. You
were useful for the video, but your usefulness is over now." With that, Pamela
nodded at Cara. The redhead took careful aim with her pistol and pulled the
trigger, shooting Letalvis right through the heart.

"Speaking of usefulness being over," said Cara, looking at the cameraman.

"Wait!" he shouted. "You promised that if I cooperated, you wouldn't kill me!"

"I know. I'm keeping my promise. I'm not going to kill you. She is." Cara
smirked. While she had been talking, Pamela had snuck up behind the cameraman.
The blonde wrapped her slender but muscular and tanned arm around his neck,
then gave a quick, vicious jerk, breaking his neck.

"Well, looks like it's just the four of us now. Soon to be two. Time for you
cocksuckers to die slow and painful deaths," said Pamela icily.

"Wait!" cried Tim. "You promised that if I cooperated, you wouldn't torture
me! I did everything you said! I read all those lines you gave me!"

"Oh, I'm keeping my promise," said Pamela. "Cara's the one who's going to be
finishing you. As much as I'd love to kill you, she deserves the opportunity
because of what you put her through. I'll be satisfied with leftovers." She
looked at Howard and winked. He trembled in fear.

"Please! No!" begged Tim. "If you spare my life, I'll give you money! A
million dollars!"

"Uh, hello!" said Pamela in a Valley Girl voice. "I'm your wife, remember?
Your will leaves ALL your millions to me. Fucking dumbass." Both girls burst
into laughter. "By the way, Cara, half that money will be yours."

"Thanks, Pam. Well, let's get down to business." Cara advanced on Tim, tossing
her gun aside, while Pamela untied Howard. "I'll give you a chance at a fair
fight."

Tim stood up, quivering like the chickenshit he was. Being four inches shorter
than Cara, he found himself looking up at her. He tried to take a swing at
her, but she dodged easily and stung his face with a couple of quick jabs.
Damn, she was fast. He knew he could never dodge or block any of her punches.
She punched him hard in the stomach, causing him to double over, then
bitch-slapped him across the face several times with her leather-gloved hands.

Pamela and Howard circled each other. At 5'5" and 128 pounds, Howard was only
slightly bigger than Tim, and shorter than Pamela. Although he was heavier
than her, he could see that her toned, fit, tanned body was much more powerful
than his flabby, pale, weak one, and her arms were bigger than his.

Pamela faked a punch to her opponent's face with her right fist and laughed as
he shrank back in fear. Then she punched him for real with her leather-gloved
left fist, opening a nasty cut on his cheek from the impact of the rough
leather. She followed that up with a one-two combination, blackening his right
eye and knocking out one of his teeth. As he stood there stunned, she executed
a low roundhouse kick to his side, breaking one of his ribs, then a high
roundhouse kick to the side of his head, sending him flying. He landed in a
tangled heap.

Cara suddenly performed a no-handed cartwheel, kicking Tim in the head with
both feet as she flew through the air. The impact of her booted feet was
marked with two vicious THWACKS as bones in his face broke. She laughed as she
landed neatly. She then spin kicked him, her boot slamming into the side of
his head. He slumped to the floor.

"Nice aerial," Pamela complimented the redhead. "Where'd you learn that?"

"I was a gymnast when I was a little girl. Guess I've still got it."

Pamela, who was still naked except for her gloves, put on her knee-high black
leather boots. She snickered when she noticed that Howard, still on the floor
from the impact of her devastating roundhouse kick, had an erection. "Turned
on by girls who can do gymnastics, are we? Then you'll love this." With that,
the tanned blonde executed a roundoff followed by several flick-flacks towards
her victim. With her speed, she became a blonde blur as she flick-flacked
right at him. She landed hard on him after her final back flip, driving all of
her 113 pounds onto his solar plexus and knocking the wind out of him. She
kicked him in the side with her now-booted foot, breaking another of his ribs,
then hauled him roughly to his feet. She backhanded him across the face a
couple of times, then headbutted him.

"Damn, girl. You've definitely got it," said Cara after observing Pamela's
flickflacks. "Where did you learn that?"

"Ex-cheerleader."

"Cool." Cara turned her attention back to her victim, who was trying to get
up. She stopped it by dropping her elbow down onto the top of his head,
sending him back to the floor. She jumped on top of Tim, drew back her
leather-gloved fist, and smashed a brutal punch into his large, ugly
hook-nose, breaking it. She punched him in the face several more times, really
working him over, sending blood spraying with each savage impact. Standing up,
the redhead began kicking him in the groin with her size 9 boots. She landed
kick after vicious kick, gradually destroying his genitals and turning them
into paste. After she had slowly castrated him, she dropped down onto him
again and used her martial arts skills to break his arms one by one, snapping
the bones with horrible cracking noises. She laughed as he howled in agony.

Pamela kneed Howard in the stomach, then lowered her aim slightly and kneed
him in the crotch. He stood helplessly, grabbing at his brutalized balls. She
took the opportunity to grab him and lift him high into the air. Although he
weighed more than her, with her level of strength and fitness she was able to
handle it easily.

Then she dropped him down onto her waiting knee in a perfect backbreaker,
pulverizing his spine with a sickening CRUNCH and paralyzing him from the
waist down. She let him fall to the floor, then yanked him up by the hair and
began her final attack. She began kneeing him in the face, putting all the
considerable strength from her quads into each blow, releasing a larger amount
of blood with each impact. Again and again she kneed her helpless opponent,
letting her Nordic rage flow through her as she showed this bloodsucking
vulture no mercy. When she finally released him, he flopped down dead - his
skull split open. Some of his brains were on her knee-high black leather
boots.

Tim trembled as he saw his friend die at the hands of his wife. Cara stood up,
stomping on his face with her big black boot. "You thought his death was bad?
Yours is going to be worse, Timmy-boy."

A long sword was hanging on the wall. Cara backflipped across the room to it
and took it down. She approached the naked, terrified Tim. "This is for
Aaron," she announced.

Then she shoved the blade right up his asshole. She slowly inserted it in
further and further, enjoying her victim's agonized screams as the wickedly
sharp sword destroyed his rectum and intestines. She continued pushing it in,
letting each new organ it came into contact with get shredded to bits. She
took a sadistic pleasure in the total dominance she had over him, feeling like
she was penetrating him in the same kind of way that he had caused her to be
raped.

"And this is for me." With that, she suddenly applied full strength to the
blade, shoving it in all the way to the hilt and piercing his heart. Tim
jerked and spasmed, then fell dead. Cara withdrew the sword, which was now
completely covered in blood and shit.

The redhead stood up, feeling her heart rate slowly return to normal. Pamela
came over and put her arm around her. "You okay?"

"I am now. My husband has been avenged. My body has been avenged." She tossed
the sword away. "Damn, that felt good."

"Come on. Let's go. Unless..."

Pamela's blue eyes stared into Cara's green ones. The two women moved slowly
closer, then began kissing each other passionately.

THE END