Page 73 of Vengeance of Childhood Proportions (Till Death Do Us Part #7)

Chapter Sixty-Three

Jason

I didn’t feel sadness. At least, not in the way others have described the feeling.

Morose, maybe? Disappointment, possibly?

It’s hard to say since I’ve never actually cared enough to be officially diagnosed and I was able to bullshit my way through those ridiculous tests my parents had me take as a child.

Not that I could blame them. They were utterly terrified of me, which always gave me a superior feeling over them.

As the abandoned fishery comes into view, I wondered what was next.

Preparing Holly for her vengeance had been such a consuming part of my life that I was a bit uncertain about my future.

The past twelve years, since I walked Holly out of that asylum, have been the closest thing to fun I’ve ever experienced in my life.

Not better than sex, but pretty damn close.

Perhaps I’ve found my calling. Training killers. I stumbled upon Holly, but maybe this whole experience has been a test run in disguise. Seems a bit insane to waste my exceptional talents on mediocrity.

I didn’t make my presence known as I headed into the fishery. My new toy had a specific assignment during my absence, and I wanted to see how well she was completing her task when she doesn’t think I am watching.

After nearly two weeks at the fishery, we’re finally down to one.

Just one. The prick who thought he could rule a fucking high school all because he was average on an ice skating rink and his sperm donor was the town’s sheriff.

Not so tough now, was he? People have no idea how fleeting power is.

True power is taken and harnessed, not given.

Even at my most deranged, I always followed one rule: don’t fuck with children.

Working at a high school had certainly pushed that boundary, but that job had been temporary.

I’d been bored and sometimes I took jobs around people I can easily fuck with.

Who better to fuck with than a bunch of hormonal teenagers with far too much or too little time on their hands?

Personally, I couldn’t think of a better achievement than having served out that school year without murdering anyone, student or teacher.

Especially that fucking weasel of a principal.

I was not generally known for my restraint.

Maybe on some subconscious level I’d known doing so would lead me to where I was now.

If I had killed the principal back then, it wouldn’t have saved Holly her trauma.

Bending my rule on killing children would have, but that’s beside the point.

The only thing killing the principal would have done was avoid the coverup of her attack, and then where would I be?

Still better than the pedophile. Not much creeped me out, but adults who fuck with kids did.

I wasn’t talking about my sort of fucking with them, where I got them in or out of trouble or gave poor advice.

That’s really my limit when it comes to kids.

At least the small ones. Teenagers are a free-for-all, as far as I’m concerned.

The one thing I won’t do to any person underage is literally fuck them. Even for me, that’s just ick .

Discovering that one of Holly’s attackers was a current pedophile shouldn’t have been that surprising.

If they were willing and able to participate in what they had as a teenager, it’s not that hard to believe they’d also do something similar as an adult.

Holly was flabbergasted that it was a woman who was sexually abusing her family member.

I wasn’t. Women could be as twisted as men; they just hid it better.

I’ve known and fucked some fucked up women in my time, but never a pedophile.

It was saying something if I was the one drawing the line in the sand—and I once got paid by a woman to fuck her husband after she’d caught him with his dick in another woman.

I consider her consent in the act to be good enough.

He was trussed up like a turkey with a dirty sponge gag in his mouth, so he couldn’t say what his wishes were one way or another.

Besides, if men have a say in what their wives can do with their bodies, why shouldn’t a woman be able to too?

The pedophile—and fuck if I could remember their names—had died inside the iron maiden.

Holly had slow cooked her like a roast in her iron coffin.

I didn’t mind the smell—honestly, made me crave fried chicken—but the screams got to me after a few hours.

Mostly because the metal made her high-pitched voice echo.

Once the iron maiden was cool enough to move, Holly and I loaded it into a truck to deliver to the office of her brother-in-law and the father of the little girl she’d molested. Maybe if more pedophiles were given the same punishment there’d be less of them.

Holly was supposed to dispose of the other one, the crybaby with the forked tongue, with me tonight, but she called to say her new Master had ordered her presence.

I didn’t care. Wasn’t like I needed Holly’s help to deliver the body to the largest radio station in southern Alaska.

They were closed for the night by the time I got there and I put her body in the host’s chair to be discovered in the morning.

It was almost too easy, so I was looking forward to spending the rest of the night with my new toy.

Before I’d left, I’d ordered Ro-Ro to suck the last one’s cock.

Even if he came, she was not to stop. This was not for the satisfaction of the last one.

It was humiliating to both, for whatever reason, but also a test of how much I’ve broken Ro-Ro.

I wanted to see if she tried to help the last one escape or if she’d run on her own.

It wouldn’t matter if she did. First, because I had her tagged.

If she ran, I’d find her. Second, because I rigged the last one’s shackles to shock anyone who touched them. He wasn’t going anywhere.

If Ro-Ro was a good girl and did as I asked, I promised her a treat tonight. Beyond her once-friend’s cock, that is. I was going to let her orgasm. She didn’t know that would be her reward. She’d need divine intervention if I discovered she disobeyed though.

I stayed to the shadows as I silently entered.

“…stop! Stop! Please, Roman! God, this is so fucked up…”

Curious, I entered the room where the last one was bound.

And there she was, my pretty little toy.

The last one was still restrained with no signs of his chains being tampered with.

Ro-Ro was on her knees, her hands connected to the permanent collar around her throat, and her face pressed into the last one’s groin.

I stood there for several long moments, just watching her work her magic on his dick.

I trained her so well. Something akin to pride filled my chest.

As I approached, the last one gasped as he saw me, but Ro-Ro did not stop. She knew better to without an order from me.

“Dude, this is fucking sick!” the last one spat at me. “What the fuck did you do to him? He looks like a fucking whore!”

“Because she is,” I told him evenly.

I knelt down behind my toy, running my hand along her spine.

She was wearing a cute little mini skirt, along with her bra, panties, crop top, and heels.

Eventually her hair would be long enough that she’d no longer need to wear a wig, and I finally found the perfect shade of red lipstick for her.

I debated on getting the berry red matte tattooed on her lips, but decided against it.

I wanted to see it smeared all over her face.

She did not stop sucking, even as I flipped up the back of her skirt. The last one’s protests got even louder as I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I didn’t mind, though. He was getting his just desserts as far as I was concerned. What better way to treat a rapist than to rape him in return?

Her ass looked so perfect in the red thong I picked out for her this morning.

After gelding her, I was informed by the veterinarian not to engage in sexual activities for two to three weeks, but I was an impatient bastard.

I hadn’t even lasted two to three days before I was fucking her again.

To keep her from getting hard, I caged her little dick.

But she was such a good pet that I thought she’d earned the release.

Using my pinkie finger, I pulled her thong down to her thighs. “My pretty toy. Who do you belong to?”

I hadn’t ordered her to stop giving the blowjob to her once friend, but she also knew better than to ignore a direct question from me.

She popped her head back, releasing his cock.

I was gone for nearly four hours, and his erect dick was a very angry red.

I wondered if that was medically an issue, but then decided that I didn’t give a fuck if it was.

“You, Master.” She spoke in a high-pitched feminine voice. Much better than that baritone she had when I first fucked her. I’d used electric torture to force her voice higher.

“Such a good little cum slut,” I praised. “Are you going to thank me for allowing you to suck cock while I was away, toy?”

I lined up my cock to her hole. I didn’t need lube. Part of her daily makeup routine was to always apply lubrication to her asshole. She had to always be ready for me.

“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”

I didn’t bother with foreplay because I didn’t care if I hurt her or if she was in pain. I thrust inside her asshole, basking in the tightness.

She moaned and immediately returned to sucking the last one’s cock. He made a groan of protest, but I can tell he was enjoying himself. And even better, he hated that he was.

Leaning over, I dangled the key to Ro-Ro’s chastity cage next to her face. She gasped, her surprise causing her to drop the dick out of her mouth. “Oh, Master! Really?”

“You earned it,” I informed her, and she scrambled for the key. I was not about to touch her dick to release her. She put the cage on herself and she could take it off. “Don’t get used to this treatment, toy. The rare times I do allow you to come, it will always be with my dick in your ass.”

“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master!” Metal clank on the floor as the cage and key fall.

I grabbed her hips and resume fucking her. “I did not tell you to stop sucking his cock.”

She quickly latched on like a baby to a mama’s teat. The last one, who’d watched in horror when Ro-Ro revealed what remained under her skirt, made a protesting groan. “This is so fucked up. I can’t— Shit, Roman, you don’t need to do this! Please stop!”

I smile up at him. “Of course she does. Because Roman doesn’t exist anymore.

” I give her a light scratching behind the ear like one would pet a dog.

“Her fate is entirely up to me now,” I inform him.

“Unlike yours.” I indicated down to his cock.

“Enjoy what remains of your puny life, hotshot. Holly has waited a long time to get you exactly where you are. She’s going to make your last moments on this fucked up planet a living hell.

” My smile grows wider. “And I, for one, am very much looking forward to watching you die.”