Revenge Served Cold with Vodka Neat

He reached out with his right hand. Taking it gently in mine, I kissed the massive diamond ring on his finger.

The most important lesson I had learned on that ship was how to survive.

Not one to waste time, Ivan had me at the surgeon in just a few days. No doctor in America would do what he was proposing, but Ivan needed me working as soon as possible. My facial features were fine, so they wouldn't touch those. The surgeon was going to shave my trachea, give me nice boobs and a vagina. Thank god Ivan didn't like huge breasted women.

I had never been huge and after eighteen months of whatever they had done to me on the boat, my penis wouldn't allow for an effective vagina through inversion. The Dr. was going to use a part of my small intestine to fashion one for me. The upside was I wouldn't need to dilate as much or for as long and it would self-lubricate, almost like the real thing.

I'd learn how to use it just like I had learned everything else.

After a week in the hospital, it would be another three months before I could go to work, so Ivan set me up with a computer and introduced me to what would be my second job for him. Tasha was my mentor and with her help, I created a half-dozen online profiles on different platforms, Facebook, Twitter, Tinder, TikTok, even some regional ones. I was a nurse, a college professor, even an engineer, and all I wanted was to find a nice man to be my partner, a nice, lonely, American man with money. Life in Russia was so hard for women, even for professional women.

Tasha became my confidant, teaching me how to apply makeup and helping me develop more feminine mannerisms that would make me more appealing to our customers, both online and in the brothel. She even told me what she knew about the workings of Ivan's businesses.

We made sure that there was enough information in the profiles that our targets would believe I was real. There were pictures of me and friends. I posted regularly and responded to the men that reached out to me. I flirted and did what I knew how to do to make each of them feel special, sometimes even sending slightly risqué pictures when they asked. It amazed me how easy it was to get them to send me gifts, gifts that Ivan would then turn around and sell, even cash. We deposited the money into Ivan's account.

It didn't take long for Ivan to notice. Some men would send me expensive jewelry or designer clothes. Other's hundreds if not thousands of dollars. And just for a little of my attention, and the implied promise of much more. Most of them only lasted a short while. Those that stayed, I milked for all I could get.

Next was the Chaturbate channel. Then the Only Fans. I was making more money than I had ever imagined, and Ivan was noticing.

Was it karma, kismet, fate? I don't really know, but I was a master at trolling these lonely men. By the time the doctor cleared me to go to work in the brothel, Ivan had me teaching other girls what I was doing. There were some very smart girls working for Ivan. Some were just getting older and weren't making him as much as they used to. That brought its own brand of motivation. Some we recruited like a business would. I had fifty women working around the clock in three shifts. All managing multiple accounts. I had made myself valuable enough that selling my body would cost him more money than I could make by scamming gullible men.

For a while, he had me working the brothel, giving blowjobs and letting men fuck me in the ass, probably just to reinforce his control over me. Before long, the only man I had to fuck was Ivan, and that was a pleasure. I think he liked the fact that he was the only one that would ever use the pussy he bought me. Not that it was the only way he fucked me. There were days I couldn't sit straight from the pounding he gave my tight little ass or was hoarse from the thrashing he gave my throat.

A year later, I had three assistants and together we had a hundred girls and our own office space with its own dedicated high-speed internet connections. We had state-of-the-art equipment. Databases, data mining software, web crawlers, bots that found prospects, and, of course, the best internet security money could buy. We didn't want anyone snooping on what we were doing, after all. I even had my own IT staff to keep everything running.

He was happy. I was happy, and I had enough freedom that I could enjoy life a little as long as I always came home to him. There were horror stories of the women that had tried to leave without his permission, and he never gave that permission.

So many lonely, gullible men. Most were in the US, but we had targets in Europe, Australia, even some here in Russia.

It had gotten to where I only had one account that I actively managed and it only had one target. He was ripe for picking.

I had done my research. I had used Ivan's connections to put everything in place. It was time.

"Ivan." I took his hand and kissed his ring as I had the day we met. The only difference was that instead of on my knees in front of him, I was nestled next to him in his bed. "I need to go to America." I rolled on top of him, taking him back inside me. I needed every advantage I could get.

"There is something I need to do. Some unfinished business." I rubbed my hands up and down his chest, running my fingers through the thick hair as I rode him.

He didn't answer. Instead, he rolled me onto my back and, pulling his cock from my dripping pussy, shoved it hard up my ass. He didn't like my request, but he was thinking about it.

Pounding me like the slut I was, he was making a point, reminding me who I belonged to. I wasn't one of his whores, but I was his none the less. I had agreed to that when I kissed his ring. We both knew it.

Flipping me onto my knees, he drove his raging erection back into my bowels, forcing my face into the mattress, slapping my ass as hard as he could. I shuddered and moaned, crying his name, begging him to fuck me harder in Russian, English and Thai. My juices leaking down my legs. I had one, two, no, three orgasms before he finally spewed his seed inside me.

The only other time I had cum that hard was when he shared me with his brother. Ivan had been in my pussy and Eric in my ass. It had been Eric's twenty-first birthday. That was a night the three of us would never forget.

"What unfinished business?" He collapsed, pulling me down next to him.

"A man owes me a debt. I need to collect." I kissed him hard and laid my head on his shoulder.

"I will send someone. I have people in America that handle things like this for me."

"This is a special debt. I need to collect it in person. You could come with me. I think you might enjoy it." I propped myself up on my shoulder and looked down at him with the most devilish grin I could muster.

"Show me."

We showered and went to his office. Sitting in his lap, I brought up the one profile I managed. Pages and pages of pictures, letters, texts, DMs, I had been working on this one man for over a year and he had finally asked me to come to America to marry him. He wanted to save me from the wrenched, depraved life I was living in Russia. He wanted to be my protector, my provider.

"Who is this?" Ivan laughed.

"Jackson Aaron Anderson, my stepfather. He sold me to pay a gambling debt. He took my life, my manhood. He was the one that made me a sissy boy." I left out a few key facts, but I knew Ivan understood betrayal and revenge.

"America." He nodded, taking a closer look at jack. "OK."

We were on the same flight, but Ivan flew first class and I coach. We weren't together, but he watched everything I did, almost. I took a detour to find a bathroom, and he did the same, catching up with me near the baggage claim where I was to meet Jack. I spotted jack, turned and made eye contact with Ivan. Ivan nodded, and I smiled and went to introduce myself.

I could tell I impressed him. "Jackie?" I beamed at him. "You are more handsome than picture." My thick Russian accent and near miss English made him smile.

"Misha, my god, you're even more beautiful than I imagined. We kissed passionately. I could see Ivan watching us from across the concourse.

I had given Ivan all of Jack's personal information, so he knew exactly where we were going, and I didn't need to worry about losing him. Jack would be so easy to manipulate. He had been for over a year online. Why would in person be any different?

We stopped for a nice dinner on the way to Jack's house, the same one I had lived in with him and my mom, the same one where he had drugged me and sold me into slavery. The irony was too perfect. It surprised me how smooth he was. No wonder my mom fell for him.

We got to the house, and he took my bags straight to the master bedroom. When he came back out, I had made him a drink. He didn't seem curious at all about how I knew where he kept his liquor or that he drank Crown and Seven-up. We sat and chatted for a few minutes; him telling me how excited he was that I was finally here and me telling him about my flight and how excited I was to be here with him.

It didn't take long for Jack to feel the effects of the drug I had put in his drink. The nice thing about the specific drug Ivan suggested was that Jack could still function. He was just exceptionally susceptible to suggestion and probably wouldn't remember a thing about what happened. It would have been so easy to just do it now, but I wanted so much more. He apologized and yawned. He was supposed to feel tired. That was good. We spent a few minutes signing some papers and filing out some forms. He even showed me the passwords to his bank accounts and investment portfolio. This was too easy, but the fun was just beginning.

I helped him into bed and kissed him on the forehead before I went back to his computer and went to work. When he woke up, I was in the kitchen cooking him breakfast like a good little housewife should. Apologizing profusely, he put his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. I turned in his embrace and sucked his tonsils from his throat.

"I don't want to wait, Jackie." I smiled at him and kissed him again, sliding to my knees and pulling his cock from his shorts. The second of two reasons my mom had fallen for him. He was bigger than Ivan. "Marry me today, please." I took him all the way down my throat and squeezed his balls. It didn't take long before he was groaning loudly, grabbing my head and thrusting his cock into my throat. He must have been saving himself because I almost couldn't swallow all his cum.

It took him a few hours, but he pulled it together. A quick drive to Connecticut, a stop at the office of records and an appointment at the courthouse with the Justice of the Peace. He even got us a suite at Niagara Falls. As cheesy as it was, I had always wanted to go.

The ceremony was simple. Jack, me, and two people that had been in the hallway at the courthouse as witnesses. In my thick accent, I said, "Da, I do." And became his wife.

My dress was white, but it wasn't the traditional long flowing gown. It was short and tight, fully showing every curve of my lithe body, my long legs, and just teasing the bands of my stockings. My six-inch heels matched and with my long blonde wig, huge hoop earrings, and bright red lipstick. Well, Jack loved it. I'm sure the Justice of the Peace thought Jack was marrying some hooker he had just met. All good lies have an element of truth, don't they?

It's kind of weird to think that I was now my own stepmom, but I had more important things to think about. Jack didn't know it, but he did, too.

To his credit, he had done well for himself after he sold me. I couple of lucky bets at the track, a trifecta, a certifiable long-shot, and a quick pick at the corner quicky-mart on the way home, he had gone from almost broke to being a multi-millionaire in less than twenty-four hours. For a sleazy scumbag, son-of-a-bitch, he had done all right. It amazed me he still had most of it left, too, or thought he did. I had taken it all; and I was going to take a little more. All I had told Ivan about was the little more.

We got to the hotel, and I went to the bathroom near the entrance while Jack checked us in, checking my makeup and applying way too much lipstick. The elevator had just arrived when I caught up to him. I waited for the door to close before I attacked him, kissing him passionately. When we reached our floor, he had more of my lipstick smeared around his mouth than I did. I took a moment to wipe off the excess from my lips and scurried to follow him one more time.

We passed another couple in the hall. They gave Jack a strange look as I stopped at a door, pretending to open it while they passed, catching up to him just as he got the door to our room opened. Slipping past him into the room, I flipped the privacy bar around to block the door open and dragged him in after me, pushing him to the bed and jumping on top of him, practically ripping his clothes off as he mentally struggled to catch up with what was happening.

Once I had him naked, I picked up where I had left off this morning, taking him in my mouth and torturing him with all the pleasures my lips and tongue could create. Jack was moaning, calling out my name, running his hands through my hair. I had to stop a time or two to make sure he didn't pull my wig off.

When I knew he was close, I climbed on top of him, sliding the gusset of my panties aside and sliding his massive beast inside me. It was going to be his last time. The least I could do was make it worth it. I pulled my dress up over my head, exposing the perfect breasts Ivan had bought me, smiling at the lust in Jack's eyes as I moved up and down on his cock.

To his credit, it felt amazing. I remembered the sounds that used to emanate from my mother's bedroom when she was still alive. It was too bad he was such an overall piece of shit. He had at least one decent quality, at least for now. Clenching him with my pussy, I rode him hard, chasing my orgasm, while I did everything I could to keep him just short of his.

"Misha, Misha, oh my god, Misha." He was screaming. I was sure the desk clerk could hear him. "For fuck's sake, let me cum."

Leaning down to kiss him, I grabbed his arms and held them above his head. He was so lost in the moment's passion; I don't think he heard the door open. Producing a pair of handcuffs as if from nowhere, I delicately fastened them to his wrists.

I could see the concern on his face. I kissed him hard and kept riding him, faster and faster, until he moaned again.

"Don't move." I smiled and climbed off him, pulling my panties off. Turning around, I lowered my dripping wet crotch over his mouth, deep throating his cock at the same time. Sucking and teasing him, I slipped my hand down between his ass cheeks, massaging his hole with my finger. When I slipped it inside and pressed on his prostate, I felt his entire body arch. He moaned into my snatch. Pinching the base of his cock to keep him from erupting, I heard him moan again. He didn't even notice the shackles being fastened to his ankles.

He had tried to bring his handcuffed hands to my ass while I sat on his face, but couldn't. I had Jack right where I wanted him. His mind was a blur of excitement, confusion, and frustration. There was no room for anything else. I had led him to the brink over and over, only to deny him. His hands were bound to the head of the bed and his feet to the legs at its base. He was completely and utterly mine.

"Jackie, are you ready? Do you want me to make you feel good?" I smiled back at him.

"Please." He was begging me. I nodded at Ivan.

"What the fuck?" Jack screamed when Ivan pulled the ropes tight. Jack was spread-eagle beneath me, the release rope for the tension harness just out of his reach. The key to the handcuffs on the floor next to the bed. Using my panties for a gag, Ivan quickly got him to be quiet, his only protest, the panic in his eyes.

I rolled off him and started stroking his massive cock with one hand while I pulled my wig off with the other, letting my long red hair cascade down over my shoulders. Jack's eyes went wide, and his body lurched against the ropes as I replaced the finger I had shoved in his ass with an enormous dildo Ivan had lubed for me. Using it to massage his prostate as I stroked faster and faster on his cock. His orgasm was epic. He painted his own face and most of his chest with his spunk as shudders and spasms ripped through his body.

"This is really going to be uncomfortable for a man your size, Jack. I'd like to say I'm sorry about that, but I'm not. The men you sold me to. This is what they did to me, Jack. I thought you'd enjoy going through the same thing." I could tell my voice rang a bell as I pulled my panties from his mouth, replacing them with a ball gag.

Kissing his cock and then his balls one last time, I took the pink cage and found the right size ring for Jack, choosing the one just smaller, and slipped his balls through. His now flaccid cock took a little effort to work through, but I made it happen. Jack was screaming into the gag, his body jerking back and forth as he fought against his bindings. The pink cage slipped into place. I closed the lock and sealed it. The last step was the special resin I dripped into the key slot, making the lock almost impossible to remove.

I'm sure the ring being too small was painful, but that wasn't my problem. From the way Jack was still screaming, I knew it hurt like hell.

Only his fear could compete with the pain rising from his crotch right now.

"Sorry Jack, sucks to be you." I smiled down at him as I replaced the dildo with a massive butt plug, setting the vibrator on random and placing the remote on the table next to the bed. I saw the recognition in his eyes when he realized who I was.

After a change of clothes and a quick once over on the room to make sure we left nothing identifiable behind. Ivan and I relinquished Jack to his fate. I passed the same couple in the hall, but there was no hint of recognition. A redhead in jeans and a tight flannel shirt is a long way from a hooker in a micro dress, with bright red lipstick, six-inch heels, and long platinum blonde hair.

Ivan and I enjoyed the next few days at the falls. We took the boat tour and got soaked, only to go back to our room and fuck like rabbits all afternoon. Ivan knew my body almost as well as I knew his. He knew where to kiss and nibble and where to trace designs with his tongue. He knew I loved to have my toes sucked, and I knew that his weakness was his hands. More than once, I had almost made him cum just by sucking on his fingers.

He knew just how to lick and suck my clit and exactly how to massage my prostate with his fingers while he did. And I knew exactly when to slip a finger into his ass to give him the most intense orgasm imaginable.

When he fucked me, oh my god, it didn't matter if it was my pussy or my ass. His thick cock drove me wild. We did it all, over and over, for three days before it was time to go home.

The internet exploded with the story of a heartbroken guy that had locked himself in a chastity cage with no key and shoved a vibrating butt plug up his ass on what he claimed was supposed to be his wedding day. Jack's story and his face were everywhere. There were even pictures of him strapped to the bed. Evidently the housekeeper that found him made some extra money selling the pictures to The Enquirer. Sure, the Justice of the Peace and the two witnesses remembered Misha, but no one else had ever seen her, much less heard of her.

Jack didn't remember doing it but had transferred every cent he had to an account in the Cayman Islands that was now empty. He had even sold his house and everything in it. When he got out of the hospital, whoever had bought it had already sold again it to an investment company that belonged to a shell company, that, well, if you were smart enough to trace if all the way back, it belonged to a Russian real estate firm owned by someone named Ivan Karkov. That was the cost of Ivan helping me. The furniture was being sold at auction and the house was being remodeled when Jack got home and found out he no longer had a place to live.