Preview: Revenge 2: Revenge Against the Ex-Wife and Step-Daughter
by ahorsewithnoname

Author's Note: As evidenced by the title, this is the second story in the "Revenge Against" series of stories. You would do your best to read all the chapters in Revenge Against the Ex-Wife and Stepdaughter before tackling this story.

WARNING: This story, broken up into a series of chapters, is EXTREME! Not kidding. There's death, torture, mental torture, humiliation, forced sex, forced incest, bestiality . . ., if you could imagine the worst in human sexuality, it's probably in here. DO NOT READ THIS STORY if you a) cannot separate fantasy from reality, b) cannot stomach very extreme content, or c) plan on telling me I'm a sick motherfucker who deserves to die. Seriously. The guy who wrote the Games of Thrones series wrote some pretty hardcore stuff and is praised. Don't kill the messenger.

Aftermath

You would think that after the warnings I gave both Julie and Keri, they would have been smart enough to leave well enough alone and not try and pursue me.

"Ladies. Let this be a lesson for you both. Don't ever fuck with me again. Don't call the police. Don't try and find me. Just walk away and be happy, very happy that you are both alive. I'm sure you'll have plenty to think about, like how you both liked eating each other's pussies, etc. Now, in 5 minutes, a small bomb is going to go off inside this room. You do NOT want to be here. Get out now. Don't think, just throw on the clothes that I left for you and GET OUT NOW!"

I wasn't going to take any chances. Upon my arrival in Maui, I drove a car to a beach house that I had rented. Within an hour, I had left the place, all packed, and was at the docks, getting on a fishing boat that I had hired under another assumed name. Within a couple of hours, I was flying on yet another private plane, this time to the Philippines. Why there? Well, two reasons...officials there are easy to bribe, which had already been done, and there was no extradition treaty with the United States, so I felt pretty secure.

And I waited. It was a small beach house, the water was warm, and the local girls were friendly, especially when I was buying the drinks. So long as a typhoon didn't strike, I could stay here, happy, for a long, long time.

It took about four months for trouble to begin. At the beach house in Maui, which I had rented for a year, and paid for in cash in advance, I had installed a security system. Not one that would alert the local police, mind you, but rather one that would alert me to anyone's presence. In other words, trouble.

I activated the live feed so I could see what was happening. I guess it was some kind of private detective, judging by what he was doing, which was snooping around. He made a call on his cell phone, so I activated the microphones in the place.

"Julie? It's Rodger. I'm here, and I think I found the place where he is staying. He's not here now. I'll wait for him. Yes. Yes, I know what you want to be done. Just be ready to wire the money to the account number I gave you." With that, he terminated the call.

I learned a couple of things. First, this was no private detective. They didn't carry a gun with a silencer, which this guy produced while on the call. Second, and most important, he was hired by my ex-wife. She had not let it go. She had hired a guy to kill me.

Fine. Game on.

Chapter 1

"Mister, I don't know what you are talking about!"

"Really. Okay. We can do this the hard way."

With that, I put the gag back in the guy's mouth. I fired up the engines on the boat and carefully guided it out of the dock, into the bay, then into the open water. After about an hour I cut the engines to idle. It was just me and the assassin.

He watched as I started pouring large buckets of bloody chum overboard. It didn't take long. Within a few minutes, I spotted the first fin. Then a few others appeared. I looked back at him. His eyes were a little more open now.

He was naked, bound, and held straight up by the winch. It was used to pulling up thousands of pounds of fish, so his two hundred pounds was not a problem. Using the remote, I maneuvered him over the side and above the water. He was...struggling. Then I took a smaller bucket and threw its contents at him...bloody chum. It covered him and splashed into the water.

Standing up on the edge, I reached over and pulled the gag down so he could speak.

"Oh my fucking God, wait, don't do this, I'll tell you everything!"

"I know you will."

Pressing another button, the winch released and he dropped straight into the bloody, shark-infested water.

I left him there for about twenty seconds. Then I reeled him in.

As he broke the surface he began screaming. He didn't appear to be bitten, just scared.

"Hush."

"S-Sh-She's living in Arizona, j-ju-just outside of Phoenix!"

"I'm not sure I believe you." I pressed the remote again, and he started to descend again toward the water.

"Nooooooooooooooooo...stop! I'm telling you the truth, motherfucker!"

"Really." I stopped his downward progress. The splash of a shark's tail against the surface close by punctuated my statement.

"Yes! Yes! YES! I have the address in my phone!"

I retrieved his phone from my pocket and looked into the address book. There were hundreds of names in there.

"Which name?"

He hesitated, thinking.

"I see."

I pressed the remote and sent him under the water again. This time, I waited a full thirty seconds. As the winch started to engage again, there was a noticeable strain in the cable.

"Fish on the line," I said to no one in particular.

The winch struggled just a bit, and then he broke the surface. His screams were, well, unnatural. When he was raised high enough, I could see the problem. The lower half of his left leg was missing. Had to be a tiger shark, I thought to myself. Only shark in these waters capable of such a bite.

"Which name?"

He was frothing at the mouth, screaming hysterically.

"Fuck you!! I'll never tell you anything! I'll kill you, you fucker!"

I watched him struggle a bit more, listened to him curse me, and then served up the coup de grace.

"You called her. It's in your records. She hasn't moved. I'm done with you. It's time to pay her a visit."

His eyes got big as he heard a click and felt the winch release him, sending him down into the water for the last time.

I fired up the engines and began the trek back to shore, looking back over my shoulder to see a bloody melee taking place behind me.

I pulled up his phone, found the appropriate place, and sent her a text message:

Job finished. Send payment.

It was time for me to plan another visit with Julie & Keri.