Martene's Revenge
It's a Summer evening and girlfriends Martene, Charlie & Tracey go to their local pub for a few drinks & a laugh. No sooner have they arrived when they notice a lad at the bar. A boy who Martene recognises.Martene & Paul have a history. Paul may have forgotten why Martene holds a grudge against him...but unfortunately for him, tonight it's going to come back and haunt him...
Charlie, Martene & Tracey are 3 close friends who look out for each other.
On this balmy Summer evening they drop into their local pub for a drink and a gossip.
Paul works in the mailroom of the nearby football team. He is chatting with a local boxing hero, Dan McClosky.
Martene recognises Paul instantly but ignores him as she orders the girls' drinks.
"Isn't that Dan McClosky at the bar. I've seen him in the posters at work! He's so horny looking." Charlie and Tracey work at the stadium.
"Martene! Have you seen? It's that boxer!"
"Yeah I have. And that loser Paul's crawling up his arse. He'd love to say he knows someone famous. I made the mistake of going out with him once and he lied to all his crumby mates that I'm easy. I wouldn't even let him touch me!
The girls hitch a plan to get Paul over and have some fun with him.
"I reckon you're luck's in mate. Check out the crumpet over there."
Paul, who's been drinking all afternoon, looks over at the girls.
Martene beckon's him over.
Dan tells Paul to join the girls before he loses his chance.
Paul doesn't need much encouragement as he saunters over.
Paul tries to make sure that the girls don't see how chuffed he is and attempts to look cool.
"Come and sit here between us Paul you sexy beast."
"I never knew delivering mail gives you such great legs. Can I touch?" flirts Charlie.
The girls pull out all the stops making Paul feel like he's sex on legs.
Paul thrills them all with his wide knowledge of expensive cars and how much sportstars earn.
To lighten the evening Paul tells them a selection of his favourite sick jokes...
...which the girls laugh at. "Paul, we never knew you were so clever!"
The girls continue to laugh as they exchange knowing glances.
"Well done girls, we'll have him round our little fingers before the night's out" thinks Martene.
"Hey Paul, I should've told you. It's Tracey's Birthday!" fibs Charlie
"Don't you think we should celebrate?" asks Charlie "Happy Birthday Tracey" is all Paul can say.
"Come on Paul, you can do better than that. What are you going to give as a present?"
"I noticed a big wad in his pocket earlier. Why don't you buy us a round of drinks Paul?" asks Charlie.
Reluctantly, Paul agrees to buy a round of drinks. But secretly hopes they don't order much.
"Large Bacardi's & Cokes all round I think Paul." demands Tracey "We have to celebrate in style!" adds Martene.
"Come on now girls! Single measures only I think." replies Paul, trying to maintain his smile.
"He hasn't changed. Did you see the moths coming out of his wallet? The cheap bastard!" remarks Martene.
"I thinks it might be time to re-educate that arsehole. He must learn that spending money can be fun!"
Returning from the bar, Paul can't stop thinking about how much this is costing him.
"Isn't he a sweetie girls? All say thankyou." mocks Charlie. "Thankyou Paul honey!" they say in unison.
"Where are your manners Paul? Pour the drinks for us! It's Tracey's birthday, or had you forgotten?" orders Martene.
"There. Now come and sit here in the middle" she adds.
"Wasn't that Dan McClosky you were talking to earlier?" asks Tracey. "He's gorgeous." "Oh yeah. I know loads of sportstars through working at the stadium" lies Paul, "But I'm much sexier than he is darling!"
As time passes, Paul has to answer the call of nature. The girls take the opportunity to work on the next part of their plan for him.
"Bye Paul, don't take too long!" they mock. "Think of us while you're holding it!" they laugh.
Paul staggers into the toilet to relieve himself.
The mood changes as Paul walks out of sight.
"I'm on a fucking promise tonight!" thinks Paul excitedly.
Quick as a flash, Martene whips out a bottle of vodka and spikes Paul's beer.
"More, Martene. More." encourage the girls "We don't want to kill the fucker!" she replies.
As Charlie keeps watch, Martene keeps pouring. "Are you sure he'll drink it Martene?" asks Tracey. "That tight bastard! You bet! He'd never throw a drink away!"
As Paul returns "There you are, Paul my love. While you were away I topped up your beer with some of that expensive designer beer the celebrities drink."
"Thanks Marty. I thought you might hold a grudge against me from that time we went out a few years ago. You know I never said those things about you."
"Don't be silly" replies Martene. "Now drink your beer. That stuff's very expensive you know."
Martene, Charlie & Tracey have met a young lad called Paul at their local pub. Martene loaths Paul since he spread gossip about her. Now the girls hitch a plan to get their own back.Spiking Paul's drink with neat vodka it's not long before he is totally drunk and foolishly thinks he's about to screw the girls. How wrong can you be?!
His head spinning from drinking down the "designer beer", Paul feels like the main man.
"Oh Paul, you're so hunky. Isn't he, girls?" fibs Martene.
"Paul you know you drive me wild. Everytime I see you. If only you were available?"
"But I am available Martene darling! *HICK* No tart's managed to tie me down yet!"
As the evening passes Paul almost collapses.
"Paul, you're giving Martene all the attention. Don't leave me out" purrs Charlie.
Out of his skull on drink, Paul's prick still stirs as the girls rub his legs suggestively.
"And if you let me, I'll show you I'm filthier than Marty." Charlie adds.
Paul can barely keep focussed as Charlie lists the sexy treats lying ahead for him.
Paul's dick cannot help stiffen from all the attention.
"If only we had a place to go?" asks Charlie.
"But we have, girls" replies Paul triumphantly. "I have a hotel room!"
"We could all go there right now and I could shag you one by one" adds the casanova.
As Tracey distracts Paul, Martene gives Charlie the okay.
"Alright Paul. You've got us all begging for it. And we can tell you're "Up" for it. Let's go."
Paul leads the way into his pokey hotel room.
"Hey girls, Paul must've known we were coming. The minibar's fully stocked."
"Let's get the party started. Bacardi and coke or gin'n'tonic ladies?"
"Why don't you make you're own cocktail Charlie?"
"Bloody hell, that's going to cost me!" worries Paul "But it'll be worth it, I guess."
"'Charlie's Angels' girls! They're 50% proof."
"I seem to have used up all your booze making these, Paul"
"Come on Paul, knock it back" orders Martene as she pours in the foul mixture.
The girls take it in turns making sexual suggestions as the drink takes effect...
"I'd love to be stripped naked against my will" confesses Martene
..And then bound and gagged while you tease me!"
"You could shoot a big hot load in my face Paul!"
"We'd all love the taste of cum running down our chins, Paul."
Before things get too carried away, Tracey suggests they get more drinks.
"Room service? Please send up 3 bottles of Dom Perignon champagne to room 215."
"Oh, and leave them outside the room. We don't want to be disturbed." she adds. At first, Paul thinks she is joking
but then "Cancel that order immediately! Do you know how much you're costing me!"
Ignoring Paul "Yes room service, please charge it to the room."
"Oh dear Paul. You do seem to be getting hot and bothered." points out Tracey.
"Come on girls, let's help misery-guts to cool down"
Paul is still fuming as the girls pull off his T-shirt.
"Come on loverboy. You're going to have the time of your life" says Tracey as she tosses away Paul's shirt
Even as Martene continues whispering in Paul's ear, there is only one thing on his mind - "How much are these 3 costing me!?"
Martene accidentally spills the cocktail on Paul's chest.
"Look what you've done you stupid slag. These drinks are costing me a fucking fortune you know!"
"Get off me."
Tracey & Charlie and none too impressed with Paul's outburst.
Quick as a flash Tracey give's Paul a belt.
"If it's rough stuff he likes, lets pinch his nipples" chirps Charlie
While he pushes Charlie off, Martene moves in and bites his ear!
"Listen you fucking shit, you're here for our fun and our fun alone." warns Tracey.
To backup her warning she give Paul another slap.
Pauls muddled head can't believe what's happening.
The girls get together and make a new plan for Paul.
Tearfully, Paul nurses his wounds. Perhaps it's time to cut his losses.
"Right you bitches. I always new you were a bunch of dirty thieving sluts. Get out!"
"No no no Paul. We came back here to party and that's exactly what we're going to do."
"Now do as we say or there'll be hell to pay" adds Tracey as she begins to throttle him.
A moment later and Paul's trousers come off.
"There there Paul. I know you like nudity."
"Only this time it's you that gets naked."
Tracey squeezes Paul's throat until he passes out.
"His eyes are still open but he should be unconscious for about 30 seconds."
Quick, drag him over to that chair.
"Why don't we use this duct tape on him, which I just so happen to have in my bag?"
"What makes me think you planned this all along, Martene?"
Tracey gets to work binding his wrists.
Charlie keeps hold of Paul while the boxers come off.
"What a neat little dickie, Martene?"
"We'll have to do something about that!"
Paul slowly comes around and can't believe his eyes.
In no time Tracey has Paul's ankles bound with tonnes of tape.
"Now Paul, it's about time we had some peace and quiet from you tonight" chuckles Martene
"And we don't want you to wake up the entire hotel when we get to work on you" and tightly clutches his throat.
Having made Paul completely drunk the girls have had little trouble stripping him and binding his wrists and ankles. Now gagged, Paul's screams are muffled as they set to work having a little fun with the idiot...
"My goodness girls, have you ever seen one so tiny?" mocks Charlie
"It's like a little boy's!"
"We can't allow it to stay like that for long if I'm going to carry out my plan." comments Martene
Paul winces as Tracey roughly pushes his balls about
"What a little pink tip? Perfect for digging your sharp nails into Tracey" laughs Charlie
Charlie digs her nails into Paul's chest
Paul's muffled groans only add to the girl's delight.
Tracey's sharp tallons are perfect for examining Paul's foreskin
"You're loving this aren't you Marty" giggles Charlie
Every low moan from Paul just makes the girls laugh.
"Stop complaining, Paul" taunts Charlie "You loved the idea of Martene being bound & gagged."
The next step is to work on Paul's penis
As Charlie pulls the skin back, Tracey probes Paul asshole.
"Something's stirring I think" says Tracey
Just then, Paul breaks into more muffled screams. Tracey's nails have reached Paul's anus!
"Paul doesn't like it, but his prick certainly does!" laughs Charlie
Having got Paul hard, Tracey then roughly rubs her hand up and down his penis.
A tearful Paul cannot believe what's happening to him, as his dick reluctantly responds to Tracey's cruelty.
"That pink knob of Paul's gives me an idea" thinks Martene.
Martene gets a cheap lipstick from out of her bag and sets to work on Paul's forehead.
"There you are Paul, now every girl will know what you are when they see you!" they all laugh.
Stripped, bound and gagged, Paul has been reduced to a plaything for the girls who have intimately inspected and toyed with his penis, testicles and even the lad's asshole.While Tracey has roughly jerked Paul to erection, Martene has added to his humiliation by scrawling "Dickhead" across his forehead...
No sooner has Paul had "Dickhead" scrawled on his head, when Tracey prepares to gob in his face!
"I don't think this was the exchange of body fluids Paul had in mind", chuckles Charlie.
Paul squeezes his eyes shut to stop Tracey's spit going in.
"You can open your eyes now Paul, Tracey's finished" advises Charlie, helpfully.
...just in time for a last blob to dribble down his face!
Martene looks at Pauls befuddled eyes as Tracey goes to work on the sensitive tip of his penis.
"We're not going to leave you alone until we get I nice big sperm sample from you" instructs Charlie
Paul can't believe what he's hearing
"Yes Mr Dickhead..."
"...you'd better fill this glass or else" warns Martene.
Paul is absolutely terrified as Tracey teases his rampant balls.
"And you'd better give a good spurt" warns Martene.
"We've something in mind for your spunk!"
Paul can't guess what they mean, but it ain't going to be good.
Paul can't help his dick responding to Tracey's rough treatment.
"Hey dickhead, we're going to make you come whether you like it or not" taunts Martene.
Paul tries to imagine he's somewhere else as Tracey roughly pulls his swollen dick about and sratches his balls with her nails.
But Charlie thinks of a way to jerk him back into reality.
As Paul attempts to cry out from the torment he's suffering...
Charlie pours her foul "cocktail" over his stupid face.
"Here's another drink for you, Dickhead" taunts Martene
Charlie giggles as the cold drink drips down Paul's head.
Tracey's rough handling becomes more and more furious.
Paul tries to look anywhere else but into Martene's face as he loses control.
"Any second now!" chirps Tracey excitedly as she feels Paul's involuntary spasms.
The smell of the 3 girls, the continued assaults on him and Tracey's rough handling spin in his mind as he finally let's go.
"You fucking dirty little pervert" barks Martene as he tries to cry out and the girls laugh at his misery.
Seconds later and they are milking the last drops from Paul's little dick.
Every little drop of Paul's sperm delights the girls...
...because they know what's going to happen to them!
"Now then Paul, do you remember what we said we'd like to do with you're spunk?" asks Charlie
Paul can't even remember what day it is!
"We said we like it running down our faces."
"But we really meant YOURS!"
Paul now suffers the indignity of having his own fresh sperm poured down his face...
...as the girls smile sweetly!
And then the girls can't help laughing out loud at Paul's predicament.
"Oh dear! His spunk has washed his name off his head" notices Charlie
"Yeah, but we all know Paul's a dickhead, and now he's proved it!" chuckles Martene.
"Come on girls, smile for the camera" orders Charlie
Martene holds up Paul's tearful face for the photos.
"Come on everyone, Cheese!" grins Charlie
The girls take loads of pictures for the scrapbook.
"We'll make certain we take these to be developed at your local store, Paul" adds Charlie with a smirk.
Finally the girls leave Paul to spend the rest of the night tied up on the chair.
Goodbye Paul, thanks for a lovely evening.
Paul groans as he tries one last time to pull himself ree.
Oh dear Paul, you should have a nice long rest. You must feel very drained.
"Come on girls lets leave him." suggests Tracey, "Hang on, what's this?"
"Do not disturb?" "I can't see Paul tidying his room in the morning, can you girls?" she adds.
"Let's make sure the maid comes in first thing to find him!"
And Tracey helpfully changes the sign on Paul's door
"Goodness! What are these?" cries Tracey as she notices the bottles at the door.
