Elena sauntered seductively into the room with an almost rehearsed sexy and modelesque strut. As she came into view, I could see the look of complete disbelief and horror on Charlie’s face.
Her green eyes pierced through him like daggers.
Her long dark hair flowed freely along her back, her voluptuous gymnast figure glad in an erotically enticing ensemble. A racy black lingerie bra and panty set with matching stockings which hugged her shapely legs and complimented her curvy hips and the sleek lines and curves of her lower body. Her high heels clicked across the floor as she passed between Charlie and myself.
She paused to face me, standing beside where I was seated resting her hand on my shoulder.
I reached up and smacked her on her shapely round buttocks.
“I must say. She’s really got the perfect ass.” I announced as my eyes fixated on her husband once again.
For once in his life, Charlie was speechless. He didn’t quite know what to do. His career was shattered. His image ruined and now what in his mind was his most prized possession, his trophy wife was siding with his adversary against him. He clenched his teeth in a forced grimace as he tried his best to control his emotions and conceal his ever-growing inner turmoil.
Elena stood behind me resting her hands on my shoulders as she leaned over and kissed my forehead.
“You know. When you’re gone and out of the picture, I just might have to keep her for myself.” I jested.
Everything Elena had kept pent up within for all of these years came surging to the surface as she spoke her mind.
“For everything that you ever did to me. The lying. The cheating. Stealing. All the years of abuse and neglect. You never loved me; not the way that Mr. Specter here does. For the first time in a long while I am liberated and valued. He has done for me, things you never did and could never do. Specter satisfies me.” She interjected as she placed her lips against my cheek but her gaze rested upon him.
“Once I get out of here.” Charlie struggled to keep his composure.
“Once I get out of here, I’m going to kill you all and I’m going to enjoy every last moment of it.” He threatened.
I laughed again.
“You’re not going anywhere Charlie. This is the end of the road, but since you have mentioned enjoying every moment; I’ve got something planned for you that you will just love to see.”
I stood up and walked over towards Elena, placing my arms around her waist as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips against mine in a deeply passionate kiss.
Charlie clenched his teeth tighter and attempted to look away, but he was met with the forceful grip of one of my soldiers grabbing a handful of his salt and pepper hair and forcing him to watch. The barrel of a pistol was pressed firmly against his cheek.
Charlie was helpless as his wife lip locked with his mortal enemy.
Unable to look away, Charlie Duran was forced to watch his wife the magnificent Elena; his foreign prize in all her enchanting being have sex with someone that wasn’t him.
She unfastened her bra and tossed it to the floor. She reached down and temptingly slid the panties from her body, stepping out of them in full view of the man who once controlled her with a dictator’s authority and psychopath’s egotism.
My how the tables have turned.
Charlie attempted to force his eyes shut but that proved futile.
Elena on the other hand felt completely empowered. Renewed and emboldened. She flicked her hair over to one shoulder as she began to undo my shirt and remove it from my body.
I held up my hand to cease what was happening.
“You know. He’s hurt so many people. I think, if not for a moment there are a couple of others who would like to address Mr. Duran before Mrs. Duran and I have a little fun.”
Elena looked me deep into my eyes, her lush eyes filled with yearning as she licked my lips with her tongue.
I wrapped my arm around the steamy beauty as I motioned for the ‘welcoming party’ to enter the room.
Two of them women that Charlie Duran had abused the most entered the room with a pronounced gait.
Both Charlie’s maid and his blonde intern entered the room clad in black jump suits with wooden baseball bats in hand.
“I’m sure this is going to be a real knockout, but I have something to attend to.” I mused as I turned my attention to Elena, and we kissed deeply.
They took turns beating the bound Duran with the bats. The sickening thud of each hit. The rise and fall of the wooden slugger crashing into muscle and bone reverberated throughout the sealed room.
Charlie yelled and groaned in pain and anguish, and he was beaten, his body crumpling to the floor as he was rewarded for all of his depravity and lunacy with blow after blow from the bats.
“Come on Mr. Duran, does this not make you want to shoot your load everywhere.” His jaded intern bemused as she wound back and sent the bat forward with all of her strength crashing into his ribs.
“I bet it’s going to be a big load too.” She added as she beat him repeatedly.
“What’s the matter? Can’t you swallow?” she laughed with an almost demented giggle as finally the bat broke and she stood over the crumpled mass of what was her boss.
He lay their brutalized, bloodied and bruise trying his best to shield himself from the blows.
“You’re right. I do owe you an apology. An apology for not cutting your throat when I had the chance.”
“Now who is fucking who you bastard?!” she exclaimed.
She spit in his face and left him lying there a broken and pummeled mass amongst his wounds.
The maid on the other hand took delight in whacking him several more times, repeated, over and over and over watching his body absorb blow after blow.
I finally raised my hand.
“Enough.”
As much as I was thoroughly enjoying watching the perverted scoundrel, this poor excuse for a public servant; the man who had made more than one attempt on my life throughout my career be beaten like the poisoned and rabid animal that he was. Afterall there are animals, and then there are deranged animals and when an animal becomes so deranged to the point that it is no longer manageable it needs to be put down.
I motioned for the maid to bring me the last remaining bat.
She stood stone still for a moment before quietly complying.
As my hand clenched the grip of the baseball bat, I motioned for Elena to take it.
No one had been subjected to Charlie Duran’s brutal nature more so than her.
I could see the puzzled look momentarily in her eyes. It was as if for a mere moment, all conviction had left her, and she was once again left innocent amid Charlie Duran.
Her slender fingers tightened around the grip of the bat, and she raised it into the air and brought it crashing down into the battered body sprawled upon the cement floor of the bunker.
All the rage, anger and pain surged forth in a tsunami which seemed to overwhelm her.
Finally, revenge was in her grasp.
Justice.
This was the Justice that her countrymen had spoken of. Those that had been wronged, found justice in the jurisdiction of the Ghost.
She became like a woman possessed, bringing the weapon up and down in sequential blows crashing into the man who had tortured her for years.
She did not even notice it when the bat had broken into splinters. She just continued beating him with what was available as the tears streamed down her cheeks.
I rushed forward and grasped a firm hold of her hands as I tried to pry the remnants from her fingers.
“We can’t kill him. Not just yet.” I demanded as I wrapped my arms around Elena’s waist and embraced the distraught woman. Her petite frame quivered within my grasp so overcome with emotion and resentment for this man.
She said something undiscernible in her native language looking down at him, finding enjoyment in his suffering before shifting her gaze to me.
Her demeanor sudden softened as she cast her arms around my neck and leaned in to kiss me.
“Take me now in front of him. Let him see everything that he failed at as a man. Let him see how you do everything to me that he was always incapable of doing. Everything that he could never do.” She whispered pressing her lips to mine in an emblazoned embrace.
There was something about her now so wild, so untamed.
A deviant smirk began to stretch across my face as I gazed upon her. She was different from when I had first met her, almost a totally different person. While it semi-surprised me, it also enthralled me.
She removed her arms from around my neck and lowered her reach for my zipper as she went for what she desired.
I must say that it is both uncanny and astonishing what a woman can become when she realizes her full potential and takes authority over all aspects of her higher self. What she can truly achieve when she feels that she is loved properly. Elena had gone from a submissive and weak shell of a woman to a powerful and almost vicious siren. I could see the inferno in the depths of her green eyes, there truly was no stopping her.
She pressed her lips softly against mine and she began to whisper.
“Come on now boss. Let’s not keep our audience waiting.”
Marco took Sora’s hand in his and pulled her close to him.
She straddled me as I sat down, exaggeratedly making sure that Charlie could see everything; every angle of copulation as she sat facing towards me, her hands bracing upon my shoulders.
For Elena this was not just a matter of revenge.
My hands came to rest on her hips as she started to ride the results of my physical arousal. She systematically gyrated her hips, grinding her hips against my groin.
Sora of everyone walked over and leaned down next to Charlie Duran who was still attempting to recover from the beating and she ran her hand through his hair before yanking back on his neck so he would be forced to see what was happening.
A trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth. Undisputedly the results of internal bleeding and battery.
Elena began to moan as she picked up her pace.
The methodical destruction of Charlie had made her beyond aroused and she was excessively wet in her depths well before my insertion. I could feel her fluids beginning to run down erection as she pumped her hips against me.
Charlie spat out a blob of blood.
“You will all pay…” he croaked so weakly as he struggled to breathe.
I grasped a firm hold of Elena’s rotund buttocks as I matched her sexual intensity. Her vaginal corridor was securing and strict, taking claim of my engorged column and manipulating it to solve her deepest desire.
Elena’s moans were ravenous and banshee-like as she drove towards her approaching climax.
She swung her neck back, flailing her dark hair back before she forcibly kissed me. To say that she was overcome with lust and yearning would not begin to cut the proverbial iceberg.
Her grinding motions firmed and exaggerated as he reached her climax, bringing me to orgasm as well.
She propped herself up on her knees slightly so that Charlie could view the semen as it slowly dribbled out and down her inner thigh.
“Fuck. She is quite the siren.” I said as I attempted to compose myself after ejaculating.
The look of torment on Charlie’s face spoke volumes for everyone. Intoxicating gratification to return the torture and agony that he afflicted upon others to him.
As I finished with Elena, I came to rise to my feet and zip up my trousers.
“Now. Back to business.”
I looked over at Marco and motioned for him mimicking a boat.
He immediately knew what I meant and did not hesitate to acknowledge the gesture.
It was time to finally bring an end to Charlie Duran.
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