1. The Adjustment Service


    Date: 9/5/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Cheating, Cruelty, Domination/submission, Extreme, Hardcore, Rape, Scatology, Violence, Author: 90lbsofDynamite, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    worthy of the name to perform it at my bequest. Even so, the need is there I have been wronged and I will be revenged. “It cost five thousand for her treatment and the eradication of the work entanglement,” the statement followed by detailed instructions on manner and means of payment. I was somewhat shocked at where and how the payment was due, not at the fact it was a cash only transaction. “I thought it was three thousand,” I remembered distinctly what James told me. “Check with him, the three thousand was for his wife. Did he mention the removal of temptation from her path?” “Yes.” “That was extra and I assumed you wanted the same service. Was I wrong?” I didn’t answer right off, I mulled it over for a moment. “He is only eighteen,” I reasoned. Anger at her and him flared up, “Yea, waste his fucking ass!” “Do you want him violated as well?” If I thought I was less evil than this man before he questioned my desire on this, my answer proved I was not. “Sure, make him suffer in a horrible manner, her as well I want her fucked up but good,” with no effort at all I plotted the despoilment of this mere kid. Frenzy of anticipation filled me thinking of this young, virile man, ruined and murdered, “Can I have a copy of that as well?” “Yes, can you be away from town from Sunday evening the fifth, and not returning until at least Friday the tenth? You will want to give her that long for her recovery.” He spoke in a professional manner, business-like manner. “Yes,” I told him and ...
    he continued. “This way she will … well, she will seek you out upon your return for comfort. Call her the night of the sixth. She has started to heal but don’t expect intimacy for several days as her mind adjust to her new reality. It won't be long until you are her world.” While I felt, I was as evil has him I was not a bad-man. He was the genuine article, he lived with no fear of a reckoning, doing vile things without giving a thought to consequences. For a price, he would do, anything, without regret. Taking a weeks vacation from work I lied to Sharon telling her I was away a publication convention. I was in Vegas where a yearly conference was in progress but of course, no one at my level ever attended these conventions. I played some cards, drank and even visited one of the whorehouses. On my second night in Vegas, I called her, Monday the sixth. “Hello, is that you Thomas?” “Yes, pretty dull out here how are you doing?” I asked. “Oh, I’m tried was sick last night,” she hesitated for a minute then continued, “fell down the stairs. I’m afraid I’m dreadful sight.” “Oh, I’m so sorry dear. I hope you aren’t hurt too bad.” I faked concern and hoped she seethed in pain. “No, not to bad … love.” She hadn’t called me by a nickname in years. Well, not one of affection, “I guess you made an impression on your bosses. They must have realized her value at last.” We talked for a long time at last I told her I should let her go. With reluctance at last she agreed. Wednesday morning the ...
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