Michele's Revenge
by dmaynard 11/21/12

Disclaimer - violent revenge, over 18 only please!
Note: Directly follows https://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/dmaynard/jeff.txt

Michele drove for some time before her heart rate slowed and the adrenaline rush cooled 
down. She couldn't believe what just happened, yet it had. She needed a moment to wrap 
her head around this; she saw a deserted rest stop and pulled in.

She got out of the M6 and made her way to the woman's room, splashing some cold 
water on her face. She looked around once more outside and checked each bathroom 
stall. Empty, she was alone.

Pulling the locket out from behind her blouse, she opened it, speaking the name of Diana. 
Within seconds a burst of purple light issued forth from the locket congealing into the 
frame of a medium height/medium build woman with dark flowing hair. She stood, 
looking at Michele.

"You summoned me, Master?"

Michele thought for a moment, not much was able to be derived from the letter of the 
previous owner of the locket before she found it, she was kind of winging it as she went 
but considering the next task she had in store she needed answers.

"Yes, I have a new task in mind, but I know so very little about you and more importantly 
what you are capable of."

Diana smiled.

"Master, I am more than capable of the tasks I know you have in store for me. I am the 
representative of your revenge, the avatar of your desire for justice, the outlet for your 
rage and anger. I am simply the conduit for these things."

With that, Diana morphed before Michele's eyes, shrinking to match a stereotypical 
mousy librarian of sorts with bun hair, skinny frame, and glasses.

"I can be unassuming, non-threatening, your targets will be unaware of my true 
objective... however..."

A small gasp issued from Michele as Diana grew before her very eyes. The pale skinny 
frame burst from her clothes replaced with tanned hard flesh as she grew to about 8 feet 
in height. The dark wavy hair switched to a lustrous golden blonde braided to each side. 
She towered over her master like a muscular Viking Goddess.

"I can manifest your desire and emotion, that which feeds me and gives me power." 
Smiling, Diana then shrank back to her "normal" state.

"Do you have a better understanding now my master?"

"Yes, yes I do!" Michele opened the locket recalling Diana back to her domain.
She had a mission, and grew moist at the prospect of the outcome.

*****

John pulled up into the driveway, switching the motor off and climbing out of his car. He 
saw the window blinds move slightly and smiled. He got to the front door but didn't even 
have to put out his hand to turn the knob; Jessica swung it open greeting him with a sexy 
smile.

John looked her up and down; she wiggled a little from within one of his shirts promising 
escapades all afternoon. He licked his lips in anticipation, and scooped up her small 
frame kissing deeply.

So intent were they on each other, both failed to notice Michele had crept up to the side 
of the home, peeking in, anger rising each second she saw them locked in their passionate 
embrace. The locket about her neck pulsed with energy, as if Diana could sense through 
it her intense emotion and hatred.

She stood back from the window, and opened the locket. If anything, the purple light 
issuing forth was more vibrant than she recalled. It spilled through the panes of glass 
reforming into the perfect agent of destruction that Michele poured her malice into.

"Do your worst Diana... make them suffer." She whispered to herself.

"As you wish, Master." Michele heard echo back into her head, followed by an evil laugh 
that shivered deliciously down her spine.

*****

John had popped open Jessica's shirt, smearing her chest with kisses as his hands worked 
her tiny panties off. She reached down to feel his impressive manhood pressing against 
his sweats; he licked and sucked across her stomach slowly working his way to her pussy.

As Jessica tilted her head back while John went to work, her eyes opened to see Diana, 
hands on her hips, staring down upon the two as they were tangled on the couch together.

For several seconds she laid there transfixed, like a deer caught in headlights. Her eyes 
soaked in the sight before her as Diana stared down, her own fiery gaze boring into 
Jessica.

John finally noticed the lack of feedback from Jessica and brought his head up to see 
what could be the matter. He followed Jessica's eyes to the imposing woman towering 
over them.

"Who the hell..." John started to talk, but his sentence was cut short as Diana grabbed 
both of them by their necks, lifting the struggling couple up a few feet in the air.

John couldn't believe his eyes, this monster of a woman held him at arm's length, dark 
wavy hair framing a beautiful face; tapering down to the body of a... well... he could 
think of no other description than that of a goddess. The ease by which he hung 
suspended in the air by his throat spoke to her power.

"Hello John and Jessi. You don't mind if I call you Jessi, sweetie?" Jessica feebly slapped 
at the thick forearm that grasped her, she felt as if she was hitting iron that flexed and 
writhed beneath perfectly soft pale skin.

"I'm here on behalf of a mutual friend. Someone who you both know and you have made 
suffer by your actions. I'm here to repay that suffering... one-hundredfold." Before either of 
them knew it she cracked both of their heads together rendering them unconscious.

*****

John awoke with a ringing headache upon the floor of the house. He shook the cobwebs 
from his brain and rolled over, only to find his hands and feet had been bound with 
leather straps and he was stripped naked. He looked around for Jessica and gasped when 
he saw she was bound tightly with rope upon her wrists and ankles and hung by hooks 
that had been screwed into a support beam in the ceiling. She was still out and John 
looked around, seeing no one.

"Jessica? Jessica!" He whispered fiercely. She stirred slightly, lifting her head up and 
looking around startled.

"John? Oh my God, John! What the fuck is going on?" She looked around nervously, her 
eyes scanning for the incredible woman they had just seen.

"I don't know, but I'm going to get us out of here. Hold on!" John tested his bindings and 
found them very secure. He raced for ideas at how they could get out and rolled on his 
back. It was then he saw her, the goddess-woman, standing over him like a predator that 
had just found its prey. He also noticed Michele, sitting in a recliner, shooting venom at 
him with her eyes.

"What is going on here? Michele??" She stayed silent as he gazed the long gaze up the 
woman standing over him. Strong smooth calves met thick solid thighs that appeared as 
pillars of sculpted marble. Tiny black panties were pulled over hips, trailing upwards past 
washboard abs were pale mounds of breast tucked behind a lacy bra seated atop a firm 
chest. John marveled at the wide shoulders, impressive arms, and darkly fierce face of 
Diana as she stared down upon him.

Everything about her exuded power, dominance, and sexiness and although scared, John 
found her absolutely alluring. He grew hard by her mere presence, and she licked her lips 
in anticipation.

"Well now, we can't let such a wonderful hard-on go to waste, can we?" Diana positioned 
herself upon John's face, fastening her rapidly moistening pussy to his mouth and nose. 
John was immersed into a musky darkness as he felt her engulf his hard prick into her 
mouth.

For several minutes John simply licked, sucked, and essentially poured his all into 
serving and pleasing this goddess of a woman. Jessica screamed at him from her 
suspension prison, but he could hear only the slurping and sucking of Diana on his cock. 
She worked his member expertly and when he felt close to orgasm she knew it.

Diana clamped down hard with her fist, gripping his cock unmercifully. His muffled yell 
from her crotch caused her to smile.

"You don't get to have fun John, only I do." She then bore down on his face, Michele 
watching intently as she rode him hard and fast. Diana felt him working on her, even with 
his cock in a painful grip; she felt her own rush building and within moments came hard 
on his face.

"MMMMMMMMMMYEAHHH!" Diana released a gush upon him, Jessica watching 
with teary-eyed shock. Michele had her own fingers massaging and playing with
herself. She bit her lip as Diana's strong hips cracked down upon his face, breaking his 
nose and compressing his cheek bones.

When she finally came down from her high she extracted herself off of him, Michele 
almost didn't recognize the bruised purple-reddish mess that was John's face gleaming 
with her juices. She grew wetter.

John tried to speak, but his bruised jaw wouldn't work. Diana was far from being done. 
Releasing her death grip on his cock, she began stroking him again, sucking him, and 
even in his painful state he was hard almost instantly.

"Please! Please stop it; you're going to kill him!" Jessica whined at both women as she 
hung impotently in the air writhing to get free from her bonds. 

Stroking him, Diana looked up and smiled a wicked smile. "I would worry more about 
myself, bitch."

John cried as Diana stood up, tore the panties from her waist, and ripped the bra from her 
chest, then quickly mounted him. Michele watched as her avatar's pussy engulfed John's 
package stroking hard up and down. She grasped his wrists for leverage and bore into 
him, bouncing upon his hard cock with abandon.

John felt as if his prick was encased in velvet-covered iron. She gripped him so strongly 
he felt as if she bounced any higher; she would tear his manhood up with him. She rode 
him hard again and soon was once more on the brink of coming. Michele massaged 
herself faster, loving every moment he was being worked over.

"You like this don't you? Being fucked by a real woman? Being fucked like the little 
bitch you are." Diana licked some of the blood that leaked from his broken nose as once 
more her orgasm rose. The spasms of her pussy clamped around John's cock threatening 
to squish it flat within her, but such was her grip that John was also on the verge of his 
own climax. Diana smiled.

"Like I said bitch-boy, you don't get to have fun!" With that Diana hooked her legs under 
Johns, locking her ankles and trapping his stick-like legs in between while getting a firm 
grip on his wrists. Michele furiously played with herself as Diana squeezed her legs, 
issuing a garbled scream from John. Jessica watched too, horrified, as Diana's muscles 
writhed beneath her soft skin. Pressing together, crushing John's own legs like a car 
compactor. Michele gasped at the sound of his thigh bones breaking and snapping, his 
strangled cries as Diana compressed her legs together so tightly that the edges of the
broken and shattered bones pierced through his skin as they crunched under the ungodly 
pressure. Diana not only destroyed his legs, she pulled upwards on his arms her hard nails 
digging into his wrists so firmly they broke his skin. He bled as Diana dislocated his 
arms, tendons, muscle, and skin tearing and snapping. Michele came as it looked like she 
would stretch him so far as to tear him in two, but she stopped.

Diana unhooked her legs and pulled herself off John's now completely deflated cock. She 
stood up, smears of blood upon her inner thighs, pieces of blood and skin hanging from 
her nails. John was a bloody sobbing mess upon the floor drifting in and out of 
consciousness due to the amount of pain.

She licked her fingers as she strode over to where Jessica still hung.

"OH MY GOD PLEASE, PLEASE!!! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT!!" Jessica 
screamed hysterically, as Diana stood in front of her.

"Anything?" Diana asked the wicked smile back upon her lips.

"Yes, yes!! Anything!!" Jessica whined.

"In that case, I have something that needs a home. A nice, warm, wet home and I think 
you can accommodate that. Maybe!"

Michele grinned as Diana produced the brutal strap-on she had used on Jeff earlier. 
Jessica cried in shock, screaming no, but Diana harnessed the monster onto herself, 
snugging up the gleaming steel buckles, and running an affectionate finger from the tip to 
the base.

"Why the crying? He just wants to say hi." Diana laughed a laugh that sent shivers down 
Jessica's spine. Michele had soaked her panties with the punishment she inflicted upon 
John, but now focused her attention on this.

Jessica sobbed, tears streaming down her face as Diana slapped the side of the strap-on 
with her palm, the black silicone pulled over what Michele was told a solid steel core, 
specifically reinforced for maximum punishment.

Diana grabbed Jessica's face, squeezing her cheeks. She pressed the strap-on against the 
side of her head, the black python flexing as if it had a life of its own. Grabbing a fistful 
of her hair and pulling back she pushed the cockhead into her opening mouth.

John sobbed unintelligibly; he had a view from the floor as he lay there broken and 
impotent to do anything. Diana watched him, grinning wickedly, as she slowly forced the 
behemoth strap-on into Jessica's mouth. Michele watched transfixed as Diana stroked it 
into her throat, hearing a satisfying pop as Diana powered her hips forward dislocating 
her fragile jaw.

"MMMMMMF!!! MMMMF!!" Jessica continued to inhale the two foot monster, her
lips stretched thin around the girth of it, tears of pain streaming down to drip from her 
chin as Diana shoved the strap-on to the hilt. Michele relished each groaning, muffled sob 
of Jessica as Diana moved the gargantuan penis, slickened with her saliva and tears, in 
and out of her throat. The locket was hot against her chest, and Michele closed her eyes 
for moment. She gasped slightly for when she did so, for she now saw from Diana's point 
of view. The powerful swaying of her hips as it drove the gigantic cock in and out of her 
sobbing face. It wasn't enough though. She wanted more, more suffering.

As if responding to her desire, Diana's strap-on began to vibrate and flex, taking on a life 
of its own. Michele, through Diana, felt energy surge into the monstrous appendage 
causing it to grow beyond the capacity of Jessi's mouth to accommodate. She screamed a 
muffled scream as the strap-on expanded, cracking and tearing her jaw asunder, cheeks 
ripping from the stress and bleeding onto the floor. What little air she could fit past her 
throat was now cut off, choking her, flattening her tongue and filling her chest cavity.
Diana powered through several more mighty strokes before extracting the destructive 
strap-on from her body. Jessi choked in air, her broken and torn jawbone and muscles 
bleeding profusely.

"That was FUN!" Diana exclaimed as the blood and saliva coated cock arched in
front of her.

"We don't want to break you completely yet though, we need to make sure my Master 
and I have our satisfaction."

Whimpering issued from Jessi as Diana strode behind her, her puckered asshole the next 
target. Diana smiled as she spread her cheeks, Jessi whimpering louder as she did so.

"What is that sweetie? You don't want my boy to fuck you in the ass? Are you pleading 
with me?" Jessi nodded her head vigorously and Diana gripped the strap-on thoughtfully.

"Hmmm... maybe you are right." Jessi hung her head in relief only to quickly fling it up 
in spectacular pain. Diana laughed as she brutally entered Jessi from behind the strap-on 
destroying anything that got into its path. Michele felt a surge within her pussy as the 
muscled hips of Diana bucked back and forth tearing and splitting Jessi's tender anus to 
shreds. She gripped her hips tightly, feeling the steel hard cock rip into the tiny frame.

"Sorry bitch, I guess not!" John watched in hopeless agony on the floor as Jessi was 
viciously fucked by the goddess-woman. She looked like a lifeless rag doll being tossed 
in the wind, having gone unconscious from the pain being inflicted. Diana looked down 
at him.

"It would seem both of you can't really take a good fucking. You are more made for each 
other than I would have thought!"

Diana stopped pounding into Jessi, extracting the immense strap-on from her and 
unbuckling it from her waist to clatter to the floor. She then snapped the ropes holding 
Jessi's very broken form from the ceiling. She dropped with a splat. Grabbing her by her 
hair, Diana pulled her over next to John, placing their faces inches from each other.

"You two really do make a cute couple. You just love being together soooo much
don't you?" John could only sob uncontrollably as the goddess-woman handled them like 
toys.

"Seeing as you like to be together so much, I should make that wish come true for you." 
Diana smirked as she slapped Jessi across the head, rousing her from her pain filled 
stupor.

Diana held each of them up by their hair, and then straddled them so that their heads were 
now trapped between her expansive thighs. Michele stood next to her, worshipping her, 
relishing the punishment she was able to deal out. She looked down at John's eyes, and he 
knew the end was near; she grew wet again at the thought.

"Here's a way you both can be together, forever," she whispered down to them.

Diana traced nailed fingers over her finely sculpted thighs and began to squeeze them 
together. Michele watched in awe, her hands roaming over Diana's breasts. Such was her 
power, fueled by her Master's feelings of revenge, that her legs swelled with might 
forcing John and Jessi's heads together.

Their whimpering sobs were drowned out and silenced, to be replaced with the cracking 
of their skulls as they began to cave in from the pressure. Diana leaned down, and kissed 
Michele as their heads buckled inward, splitting open, messily spilling the contents onto 
the carpet. Michele was in a fever pitch; she came as Diana closed her legs together 
without so much as a trickle of sweat. Such was the force of her legs she decapitated 
them. Flesh was splitting and tearing and the crushed and ruined skulls, unrecognizable 
as human, plopped unceremoniously to the floor.

Diana sighed and relaxed, letting the headless corpses fall. Her frame shook and Michele 
watched as the goddess-woman gushed over their lifeless bodies. They basked in the 
afterglow for a moment, and then Michele surveyed the damage.

She looked thoughtfully at Diana for a moment, producing the locket. Diana nodded, and 
she aimed the locket at the bodies crumpled before them. This time, a deep blue light 
spilled forth, encompassing the remains, the blood, the rope, and the suspension screws, 
everything she could see. The light sucked everything back into the locket reforming as if 
by magic the entire house. When it was complete, no trace of anything untoward 
remained.

"You're getting better, Master; the locket is becoming more in sync with you... and also 
me." Diana winked and Michele stared at her for a moment, slight puzzlement etched 
across her face.

"Until next time...." She disappeared in a haze of purple light, and after looking over 
everything once more, Michele vanished into the late afternoon. She had a long list she 
needed to get to.