By dawn, a clothed Maureen had come up with what looked like a booby trap with Irene and Isaac as baits. This involved a rope being tied to Isaac's genitals, which was rightly connected to the trigger of the gun above his head. A trip-bomb was also configured in the room, with the connection all wired to Isaac's raised and restrained right hand. Whatever would make that hand go down a little bit more than it is, the bomb would directly be triggered, reducing the enclosure to rubbles. Besides these, Maureen had rubbed the whole of Irene's body with oil, making her naked body look radiant and enticing to a still-unconscious Isaac, who was rightly placed behind her. Irene's two restrained and separated heels were also raised and supported with balanced springs, to enable her to bounce her ass anytime she struggled. This was all to keep Isaac interested and aroused amidst his misfortune, leading to the trigger of either the gun or the bomb.
"You both better wake up", said Maureen, slapping Isaac hard on the face and spanking Irene's ass so hard and loud.
With Isaac trying to struggle while regaining consciousness, Maureen made it known to him to be very careful, as he had a bomb and gun to his hand and head, throwing Isaac in a state of panic with Irene gradually bouncing from side to side as she also tussled for consciousness.
"Immediately you drop that hand a little lower, the whole place goes kaboom", she said while gesturing sarcastically and wearing a dark grin across her face.
This prompted Isaac to burst into tears, as he kept asking why she wouldn't just forgive them. "I've begged you enough, please don't do this", Isaac pleaded while crying aloud profusely, triggering a sarcastic expression from Maureen, who seemed to be enjoying every moment of the pain she was inflicting on them.
"Aww! Doesn't this look familiar?!", Maureen asked with sarcasm all over her expression. "Every of my last plead directly went to deaf ears then, now you all will pay for it", she added.
As Maureen was still talking and cynically giggling, Irene started struggling hard, with the spring attached to her heels causing her oily ass to bounce and bubble vigorously. This outrightly got the attention of a sober Isaac, who was still pleading for his life to be spared. Within the twinkle of an eye, arousal crept in for Isaac, as he cried aloud for Irene to stop struggling so they could live. This threw Maureen into a state of laughter as she seemed to be deriving delight from their misfortunes.
"By the time you get fully aroused boy, it's all gonna be another story", she sarcastically said while beaming with darkness all over her face.
"You stupid b*tch! You'd pay for all these", a distressed Irene shouted while trying her best to remain still and balanced.
Moving over to where Irene was facing, Maureen bent over and affirmed the fact that she'd pay for all she was doing to them as long as they died before she would. "Oops! It's time for me to go", Maureen said while checking her wristwatch and abruptly springing up. "You both should have fun", she added while smiling and walking towards a corner of the room. Here, she picked up a can filled with ticks and walked towards Irene, where she emptied the contents on her. This made Irene struggle hard and bounce vigorously, as the termites walked around her body and even bit her at intervals. To Maureen's delight, every bounce made was arousing Isaac, who was shouting aloud as well as begging her and Irene for mercy at the same time. Satisfied with what was going on, Maureen waved them goodbye as she hurriedly made her way out of the building.
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Farther away by the roadside and safe from any form of impact, Maureen lighted up a cigarette while sitting on the bonnet of the car she brought from where she was saved. Looking in the direction where she left Isaac and Irene, Maureen kept smoking while waiting for the result of her escapades. Suddenly, a gunshot was fired followed by an explosion, which rattled the whole forest. This put a smile on Maureen's face as she jumped off the bonnet and made her way into the car.
"Good riddance!", she mumbled softly to herself as she ignited the car. "Just one more to go", she added, before speeding madly away through the old dusty road.
YOU ARE READING
Vengeance
Horror..."We all are like weapons, brute animals caged in human form, and all weapons, predators, or preys always have their days".
