Retribution: Daddy's Discipline

Jason

Who knew that two women had the power to royally fuck me over?

I dig around the dumpster, ignoring the foul stench as I look for anything that might keep me warm or full or even just give me any semblance of joy. The tips of my fingers are so cold that I won't be shocked if they're already frostbitten but I push myself, desperate to find anything at all.

Despite it being the holiday season, resources from dumpster diving have been scarce since other homeless people have already combed through them countless times. Since I'm an amateur at this because I've only just recently been kicked out of my tiny apartment for unpaid rent. I've struggled to adapt to this new, harsh lifestyle, having to constantly move places or give up resources because of other desperate souls threatening my life has made me hit rock bottom, my stature now sickly thin from lack of good, sufficient nourishment and health supplies, my hygiene non-existent at this point.

My hand grasps a can, and when I pull it up into the light, I almost let out a cry of elation when I see that it's a closed can of beans. I hurriedly hide it underneath my shaggy jacket, about to run off to devour my find, but then a shuffling sound alerts me to the danger lurking in the shadows.

I immediately break into a run, already wheezing and gasping for air at the sudden exertion but I keep moving, determined to have at least one good thing to myself. My pursuers chase after me, their footsteps and shouts echoing in the alleyway. I round the corner and without warning something hard slams into my face, throwing me off balance. I stumble then fall, my can rolling away from me. Someone takes it, laughing at the steal, and when the rest of the group catches up, I instinctively get into the fetal position, preparing myself for the agonizing beating I'll receive.

If only those two bitches could suffer as much as I am right now!

"LEAVE!"

The voice booms all around me, reverberating as if in a cave, powerful enough to cause an earthquake. A moment of silence occurs before multiple footsteps scamper off, my attackers heeding the mysterious person's words. I tentatively raise an arm, looking up at the towering figure. They extend a hand towards me and I instantly shuffle away, trying to protect myself from their impending wrath.

"I won't harm you," the man says gently. "In fact, I want to help you.Ifyou'll let me."

I stare up at their face cast in shadow, unsure about whether they're telling the truth, but something about their smooth tone and unassuming posture leads me to eventually believe him. I reach out, groaning with relief when his warm hand soothes my own icy one, and let him pull me to my feet.

I brush myself off then take a look--or at leasttryto--of my savior. He's even taller than I had originally thought, his large frame clad in presumably black clothes, his coat flowing gently in the biting wind. His face is shrouded in darkness, which makes sense since there's barely any light here except for the one the moon is emitting. Still, it somehow looks almost...unnatural. As if the shadows are alive and actively hiding his identity from me.

"Whoareyou?" I ask hesitantly, my voice shaky and weak.

"I'm Retribution," he states, as if it's a normal name for someone to have.

I would've laughed if I had the energy to do so but instead, I just shake my head. "Okay, pal. Thanks for saving me just now."

"No problem. Can't have my client be killed now, can I?"

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Client? I didn't hire you. Do I evenlooklike I can?"

He laughs, a deep, hearty laugh that would've put me at ease if it weren't for the sliver of chilling sharpness hidden within it. "I don't deal in cash. Instead, my payment will be how sweet your revenge will be."

Revenge...?

As if triggered by that single word, blinding fury engulfs me when I know who exactly I'd love to retaliate against.

"Amanda and Sasha," I hiss out, my body trembling from the rage I can barely contain.

Those two are the ones who put me in this hellish situation. If I hadn't been a fool in love, I wouldn't have married Amanda and taken in her daughter as well. I would've heeded my friends' warnings about the kind of evil women they are. I wouldn't have given them so much control over my life like a fucking puppet, making me suffer for years until they finally grew tired of me and tossed me away like damn trash.

If only I could turn back time and punish them!

"You can," the man says, as answering my inner thoughts. "I can give you that opportunity if you truly want it."

Even more confusion fills me. "What exactly are you talking about?"

"Since my thing is revenge, I can give you a second chance at life to turn things around the wayyouwant them to be. It has some restrictions of course but it also has someincrediblebenefits."

I gape at him, his words slowly seeping into my mind, understanding blooming in my head. My earlier impulse to laugh at him is completely gone when I realize that this man--thisentity--trulyisRetribution. He's serious about everything he's offering, and even though it could also mean that he's literally the devil himself and is just making a very tempting deal for me to take...

I'll seize it with both hands and never let go.

"Is that a deal?" he says, and the shadows around where his mouth would be shift into a pseudo-smile as he extends his hand.

A moment of hesitation before I shake it. "It is."

I'm instantly overcome by immense dizziness, my vision contorting and swimming around as I stumble on my feet. I look up at the dark giant, briefly wondering if selling my soul was really worth it before my legs give out and my head hits the cold hard, floor.

I sit up in a panic, my heart pounding as I gasp desperately for air. Instead of the dreary dark that I was expecting, I instead see golden sunlight stream through the windows, illuminating a room I thought I'd never get a chance to see again.

I blink multiple times, my head wildly swiveling around as I try to make sense of my surroundings. Everything I had worked hard for and cherished are still here, as if I hadn't sold them off in a fruitless attempt to get enough money to get a half-decent lawyer. I look down at myself; instead of my hands being red and blue and noticeably wafer-thin from all the stress and struggle, they're just normally calloused and meaty. Nice, soft, clean clothes have replaced my torn, filthy ones, and I also have my giant potbelly just like I did a decade ago.

Wait a damn minute...

I grab my phone from the nightstand, tapping the calendar with shaky hands and wait for the date to pop up. When it at last does, I start to give out a long, maniacal laugh that would've certainly sent me to an asylum. When I've finally calmed down, I remember what that man, Retribution, had promised, and am more than grateful for the opportunity.

Since I'm a decade back into the past now, it means that I still have time to save myself from the claws of an abysmal future.

I get out of bed, heading for the shower. When the hot water and fragrant soap envelope my body, I let out a sigh of satisfaction. I'll never take moments like these for grantedeveragain. Afterwards, I dress up in a loose t-shirt and cargo shorts, only realizing when I'm done that there's a strange red vial and a note on my nightstand. I pick up the paper, unfolding it to read its contents and quickly realize that it's from my savior.

Thank you for choosing my Sweet Revenge services!

This letter will explain everything you need to know about how I can help you and what exactly you can and can't do.

Firstly, the vial that you see is a very potent aphrodisiac. So potent in fact that a drop is more than enough to make anyone--and I do meananyone--turn into the slut of your dreams, so use it wisely!

Secondly, no one except you and a few select others have all the memory and knowledge of your previous life. Therefore, you can choose to tell people about it but trust me when I say that they won't believe you. It may seem a bit unnecessary but I have a reputation to protect you see.

Thirdly, if you choose to use the drug, you must ensure that your revenge is enacted only upon the people who wronged you. In other words, if you try to drag any innocents into your path of vengeance, there will be nothing but extremelyDIREconsequences coming your way.

Anyways, have fun and make the best out of your second life!

Yours truly, R.

I think over the words, allowing them to properly settle in. Maybe some of those select few might be his other clients, so they'll obviously understand my situation. The third rule makes sense; there is a fine line between justified revenge and criminal hatred, but the coldness that's piercing into me from what could happen if I dared to break it disturbs me deeply.

I shake my head and focus on the first rule. I stare at the vial, wondering if it really is a powerful aphrodisiac. Can it really make anyone a whore? The pharmacist part of me makes me want to doubt it but since I've already impossibly time-travelled back to the past I have no choice but to have faith. Just then, a salacious thought pops into my head, and a giant grin forms when I know who exactly I can test it on.

Clutching the vial, I rush downstairs, glancing around as I enter the kitchen. After confirming that Sasha is nowhere to be seen, I open the fridge then take out one of her obnoxiously expensive boba teas. I remove the lid, setting it down on the counter before unscrewing the vial, using its dropper to put in exactly one drop of the crimson liquid into the cup. If Retribution isn't just talking a big game, then this is good enough to make the results evident.

Swiftly shoving the closed vial into a pocket, I place the drink back into the fridge and go about making myself breakfast, patiently waiting for her to come. As if on cue, she walks in, acting as if she owns the place when she doesn't even contributeanythingto it, and we both habitually frown when we see each other.

Despite my nasty feelings towards her, I must admit that she's an incredibly gorgeous girl. Her tall, fit, hourglass physique makes her look like an ethereal goddess, her dark chocolate, glassy skin glowing with sweat from her recent Pilates exercise. She's wearing a skintight, hot pink crop top that exposes her navel piercing whilst grappling to contain her enormous breasts, and matching leggings are also straining against her ass that could rival Jupiter's magnitude. Her long, dark purple, braided hair is up in a bun, gold beads lined throughout it, and she's wearing the ridiculously expensive 18k gold necklace, earrings and bracelet that she managed to manipulate me into buying for her recent eighteenth birthday. Her oval face is comprised of enchanting features that in all honesty are wasted on a heartless monster like her: upturned, coffee-brown eyes, a gold hoop nose piercing shining in her button nose with a sexy little beauty mark right beside it, and large, heart-shaped lips that appear to radiate nothing but sinful sensuality.

If the drug works its magic, I'm going to have so much damnfunwith her!

"What're you staring at, fatty?" she asks sharply, reminding me how terribly fatphobic and sinister she really is despite her angelic looks.

"Nothing," I say, forcing my voice to remain neutral as I continue to spread jelly on my toast.

She makes a scoffing sound before I hear her stomp towards the fridge, opening it to take out her tea. I fight to stay calm and act natural. I don't want to tip her off. But when I see her take a hearty swig in the corner of my eye, I can't help but crack a tiny satisfied grin to myself.

She clears her throat a few times as if something is lodged in her throat, and when I properly turn my head to face her, she fans herself as if a sweltering heatwave unexpectedly arose.

"Are you alright?" I ask, feigning concern as she starts to cough a little.

"I'm fucking fine!" she yells indignantly, putting her tea aside as she rushes out of the room.

I chuckle to myself, happy with the undeniable proof of the aphrodisiac's power. I begin to eat my breakfast, knowing that I'll need all the energy I can get to truly have a good time with her.

Ten minutes later I silently walk upstairs to her room, her door ajar. Noisy sounds of moaning and whimpering reach my ears when I stand outside her room, causing me to smile wide with glee. I push the door open and witness a sight that promptly makes my dick twitch with want.

On her bed, Sasha groans and cries out loudly, her leggings discarded on the floor to allow herself easy access to her pussy. With her enormous ass in the air and facing me, I get a glorious view of her sopping wet cunt, the dark brown pussy lips glistening enticingly. She plunges her fingers in and out of it, yelling out as she increases the force and speed until her entire body strains, an orgasm ripping through her body.

"Fuck!" she screams, her fingers now rubbing her clit furiously until yet another fierce orgasm swiftly explodes in her. "What's wrong with me?!"

"Whatisn'twrong with you?" I say loudly, making her shriek in surprise and scramble for a pillow to futilely cover herself.

"What thefuck?! What're you doing, asshole?!"

I enter her bedroom, a large sneer on my face as I approach her. "This is your punishment for all the sick shit you were planning to do to me."

She blinks rapidly. "What the hell are you talking about?!"

Before she can process anything, I snatch up her phone from the nightstand. I quickly input the PIN that I luckily recall from my earlier life and go to the messages between her and her mother. "You and my dear wife were planning to falsely accuse me of abuse, and not only that, you were planning to lie to my work that I've committed malpractice. Am I right?"

Her eyes widen in shocked disbelief, my candid words throwing her off-balance. "N-no! That isn't what we were--"

"Don't lie to me, Sasha. I'm really sick and tired of your bullshit."

She scowls at me, regaining some of her condescending composure. "Sowhatif we were planning it? You deserve it! And it's not like you're going to do anything about it."

That forces something within me tosnap. Molten rage fills me, making me toss her phone aside. She senses my looming wrath as she attempts to shrink into herself, hugging the pillow tightly to her body as she shuffles back away from me.

"Well... until your mother returns from fucking Hugo on her supposed 'work trip', I'll divorce her and take everything she has to offer." I take a great menacing step towards her, making her expression change to deep fear. "Butyou? Oh, I'll turnyouinto my own special littlesex slave."

With that I lunge towards her, grabbing her ankles and tugging her to me. She screams, struggling to deter me by slamming her fists wildly into me but I'm hellbent on conquering her. I sit down on her bed, forcing her to sit in-between my legs with her back against my chest. I make her legs spread wide, keeping them open with my own legs so that I have easy access to her pussy. Restraining her wrists with one hand, I use the other to slide a finger from the bottom of her slit to her clit, making her jolt and shudder from the touch.

"Don't touch me, you sickshit!" she screeches before moaning when I touch her again, her resisting body effortlessly losing power as she gives into the amazing drug.

"I'll touch you wherever, whenever and however I fuckingwant," I growl into her ear. "And it's time for you to learn that this sexy body of yours belongs to me now."

I don't bother to ease her into it; I simply rub her swollen clit with speed, making her squeal and gasp before she comes again, her body shaking violently. With her pussy being more than generous with lubrication, I keep on attacking her sensitive part, dipping my fingers in and out of her slick channel before circling her heated tiny nub.

Roughly two minutes of my ministrations pass before she weakly whispers, "Please...stop..."

"If you really want me to stop," I say slyly. "Beg me as you call me Daddy."

She shakes her head, a lengthy husky moan escaping her as she comes for the umpteenth time.

"Then I'll just keep going."

A minute crawls by before she finally can't bear it anymore. "Okay! Daddy... stop!Pleasestop... I'm begging you!"

I remove my hand, making her pant desperately for air. I move us around, standing as I let her flop back onto the bed. As I stare down at her trembling half-naked body, her eyes shut and alluring mouth open with her pussy shining like a perfect prize, my cock surges with a virile vigor I've never felt before,evenin my first life. Shoving my shorts and boxers down, it springs free, engorged and enraged as it implores me to fulfil its aching longing.

Noting its plea, I get on all fours over Sasha's body, dragging her up the bed some more to make myself comfortable. At the movement, she opens her eyes, post-orgasm confusion on her face as she tries to process my actions. I grab the base of my dick, aiming it at her slit, and when she looks down at it that's when panicked understanding at last clutches at her.

"No...No!" she yells, hopelessly pummeling her fists against my chest and shoulders. "Don't you even fucking dare!"

"Oh, but I do dare," I say with a laugh, her petty attempts to stop me turning me on even more instead. "Because this little cunt isminenow."

With that, I push inside her, and we both moan with pleasure.

Holy shit! Even with the fact that I haven't had sex in what feels likes eons, she has the hottest, silkiest and snuggest cunt I've ever felt. If I didn't have enough self-control, I would already be coming right now but I luckily do have it as I sink into her at a leisurely pace. She sucks in a breath, her eyes wide at the feel of my shaft stretching her as she clings to my biceps. Eventually I reach the end, groaning and then chuckling when yet another climax wrecks her body, her eyes shut tight and mouth wide open in a silent scream.

I'm the luckiest man alive right now!

"How does Daddy feel inside of you?" I ask gruffly.

"Fuck you, you fatson of a bitch!" she says, glaring at me with intermingled hatred and lust.

All consideration I might've had for her vanishes as I smash my lips into hers before I start to fuck her hard. She screams into my mouth, allowing my tongue to enter and attack hers. Damn, I never thought I would miss a kiss so much, and stealing one from her unbelievably soft lips and fiery tongue is nothing but bliss. I wrap my arms tightly around her thrashing body to still her, her rock-hard nipples pressing into my chest as I pull out of her cunt before slamming back into her, causing the bed to shake with each violent action. She can't do anything except moan and cry out, unable to stop me from using her body. I break away from her lips, letting her catch her breath whilst I kiss and lick her neck, delighted when she responds with a thrilled squeal and tensing pussy.

"Does this feel good?" I grunt out. She remains quiet, still stubborn as hell. When I lightly bite down on her shoulder she gasps. "Well, slut?"

"Yes!" she admits loudly.

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