They Deserved to be Punishedbycantbuymy©
This is a continuation of a story -- a great story -- called Dawn: A Cheating Slut Wife, by beermaker -- it is fantastic. IF YOU CAN READ THIS FIRST THEN MY STORY THAT IS GREAT. BUT MINE IS STAND ALONE, BUT HIS STORY IS BETTER.
If you have read "My Little Man" then you know I can be brutal, here I am not a graphic but I do give proper revenge and punishment.
A husband finds out that his wife of 25 years, Dawn, has been fucking around with two other women and three other men for 25 years and none of the kids are his. His 23 years old daughter is not even his. He has two children but he is not their father. There is a divorce but I thought that was not enough. Too much of the -- help your mother she is going to have a hard time bullshit. Of course the whores name the kids after the breeding bulls. They have been running orgies 4 times a year for 25 years as part of a real training program by their employers and they always add two days at the end and a day or two at the beginning to have more private fuck time, in addition to the three nights during the actual training. The orgy never stops except when class in session.
Dawn get the family house, she wanted it because she has so many good memories there.
That line gave me this story. It is not even close to being as good as the original, but I don't repeat it, I just add to the consequences.
Here is my story.
This new story is based, initially on a letter to Dawn from John T. Miller; her husband, after the divorce:
You fucking cheating cunt. I cannot begin to tell you what you have stolen from me and what disrespect you have given me over the last twenty five years. Twenty five fucking years you have stolen from me. I want them back and since I can't get them back I have to find another way, and I will.
First, my kids will have to change their names so their sperm donors do not show up as related in any way. I have just found out that it is possible to do an adult adoption, and you will be removed from the birth certificate as their mother and your family will be denied any contact with them. You can tell your parents, brothers, sisters and all of your family that the reason they don't have the children or grandchildren in their family any more was because you are a cheating piece of shit. How is that for fun? Good memories, hey?
If you contact the children or allow them to contact you, or any member of your family, the children will be dead to me. I will fire them from my firm, and disinherit them and their children. Further, they will no longer be allowed to meet with their half siblings, the men you fucked with for a quarter of a fucking century, they and you and your family are dead to them. There can be no compromise on this, or any other conditions I put in this letter.
I am happy you are staying in that house because it has such good memories for you. Since it was all you got in the divorce it is good to know that you have your happy memories.
You know what I remember best, when you had me get a vasectomy so I could never have children of my own; so that as the last surviving member of my family my blood line is now dead; thank you for that you cunt. More of your happy memories are they?
Here are the memories that house has for me. Every time I rubbed your back, or massaged your feet, or put oil on your stomach when you were carrying another man's child, it reinforces what a lying cunt piece of garbage you are, and were, and I get ill thinking I ever touched you. You actually fucked and got pregnant by another man within a year of our getting married and you named her after your fuck buddies mother. You are scum. You even knew that they were not mine and who they belonged to, you fucking whore. You had to plan that pretty carefully. Are they more good memories for you?
You even went back and fucked those five pieces of garbage when you were pregnant. Did you have a good laugh at my expense? Did all your whore friends laugh at the expense of their husbands? Did your breeding bulls laugh with you? Are you and they laughing now?
Every time I held your children and loving called them the names of your fuck buddies you were showing me how much you hated me. Did you laugh when I did it? Did you smile at me but all the time you were laughing at me, your stupid husband? Every time I called them those names it was a lie you had me repeat thousands of times. Every time I told them I loved them and called them names joined with your fucking friends, it was a lie you made me repeat. Did it make you feel good knowing I was raising the children of your whoring? Good memories Dawn? All those family pictures are the same lie. You got to tell your whore friends how stupid we all were. Good Memories again? It was a quarter of a century of good times for Dawn and her sluts and bulls.
How you must have planned to make sure that I was not the one to breed you, you had the bulls for that job, I was just a servant working my ass off to give you time to fuck someone else, make that five someone's, away from me. Good Memories?
I destroyed every picture I could find of you and I, and of the children with you too. Every vacation picture every wedding picture, every anniversary picture and card. Everything I could find with your name on it I destroyed before you got the house. But all is not lost, I saved you the ashes. More good memories for your whore ass and your friends; and I also destroyed every picture of you with your family. As they are pictures of dead people I don't want to save those pictures.
Every time you open that foul hole you called a mouth and said we made beautiful children you defiled our marriage and lied to me. Did you have a good laugh? Another good memory you cheating whore?
Every time I lovingly held you and said "I love you," you knew you hated me. You knew you had no respect for me. You knew I was the big joke and in three months you would have a good orgy and laugh about it. You knew that you lied to me every time we held each other close and you pretend it was affection. And now I know it too and it kills me. Twenty five God Damn Years, twenty five years you stole from me. Good times, good memories?
Every time you said you loved me did you gag inside or just laugh at me. Every time you held the children did you laugh at your fool of a husband and think of your breeding bulls with fondness? You went off and fucked them at least four times a year for a god damn quarter of a century, over one hundred fucking orgies where you ate shit off their cocks and drank cum out of the other slut's pussies. You are a foul bitch. Such good times you have to remember.
Every room where you saw me play with another man's child, where I took care of them, where I fed them, every act of changing a diaper, or giving them a midnight feeding, or walking them in the middle of the night when they would not sleep or were sick, every time I held them until they were no longer afraid of the dark, or brought them water when all they wanted was to stay awake, every time I did that was it a good memory of your betrayal? I know that every time I did it and I think about it, it was another bullet in my dying body, another moment of your betrayal. Did you enjoy what you did to me? Did you laugh at me and tell you fuck buddies how stupid I was and what a good job I was doing raising their children? You slut you even stayed over to fuck them a day before our twenty fifth anniversary. I am so glad that anniversary was never celebrated. Good memories for you?
Every sports event I went to when I cheered for them, I was calling their name, was it good thinking I was such a fucking idiot that I did a great job or raising them for someone else? Good memories?
Every dance class and recital, every night I stayed up waiting for them to come home when you went to bed, because I was worried about them, another good memory for you? What I chump you must have thought I was. And I was a chump wasn't I? You were planning your next fuck adventure before you ever got home. I did not even have your exclusive time when you were back with me; you were planning your next fucking orgy for the six of you.
Every night I sat up and did homework with them, was that a lie too? Did you tell your fuck buddies how stupid I was but what a good job I was doing raising their children. Did you have a good laugh then too? I hear you laugh now. I know their voices from your orgy tapes. I can hear them and you laugh at me; ridicule me, insult me, belittle me. More good times and good memories for you, you whore? Did you laugh knowing you and your whore friends were having their husbands call children by names of your fuck buddies? But there was a mistake, one of you whores actually screwed up and actually had one of her husbands kids, with the two others her bulls gave her. Well one out of seven is still pretty god for you assholes.
I cleaned up your vomit when you were sick and washed you when you were too ill to bathe, and I cleaned the shit off the sheets when you could not care for yourself when you got so sick all those times. Where was your fuck buddies then? But that did not matter, four times a year you went out and fucked them for almost a week. You made sure that you extended your stay for an additional two days and got there at least one day and sometimes two days early. That gave you four days all alone with the six of you and the three days of training you had to limit yourself to only your nighttime orgy. How hard on you those three limited sexual days must have been. You did not have sex with me the day before you left and the day after you came home. You wanted to be clean for them, but were too fucked out for me. You are such a sick whore. Let's count, twenty five years, four time a year, one hundred trips, and at least six days of orgies. God Damn Bitch you actually had 600 orgy days and you traded partners every time. You were fucked by all three men, not counting the cunt munching, at least three times a day. That is nine times time six hundred days. Shit you actually cheated on me over 5,400 times by letting them stick their cocks into you. That does not count the times you whores let them do a round Robin where they moved from one hole to another without cuming. Hell if we had fucked once a day for ten years it would only amount to 3,650 times and I know I was not getting it once a fucking day. Good times for you to remember cunt? Some how I don't think you have suffered enough.
Maybe when we slept together and I thought I was making love to my wife what you were really doing was tossing me a mercy fuck dreaming of fucking and sucking your lesbian cunt lickers and your three male fuck buddies in the same room in an orgy. Knowing that does not make me feel good but they are good times and memories for you!
Was our marriage a bad a joke for you, you fucking whore? I now know it was a nightmare for me. Every moment I think of something that took place I know it was just a quarter of a century of lies; more than half my life a lie. Over five thousand god damn times you cheated on me. YOU STOLE MORE THAN ONE HALF OF MY LIFE.
You are one sick bitch. I have no good memories, half my life a lie; a nightmare that will not end. But after a year I understand you are getting better. I am so happy for you. Isn't that just special?
I know how much you like your special days, so here is a special gift for you. At every anniversary, children's birthday, your birthday, your parent's birthday and their anniversary, the day you first farted, any time I fucking want, I am going to send you this letter. Hell I just may decide that today is a good day and send a few thousand out just for the hell of it.
I am going to send it to all of your family, all of our friends, your fuck buddies and their families, including their parents, brothers and sisters, nephews, nieces, their neighbors, our neighbors, your neighbors, and anyone you are working for or have worked for. Any church you went too. I will send it to your high school reunion committee and all of the people in your school in the directory, your junior high school, even your elementary school. I will also include everyone who you attended a "training session" at your company with, so that they and their spouses can see what a whore you are. You spent a quarter of a century fucking me over and now you get a quarter century of payback you cunt!
The good memories will just be starting. With all of the letters and e-mails I will include copies of your rutting like the slut you are, just as a reminder of the good memories. Everyone will get a "Greatest Hits" copy of part of your orgy and some still shots too. I will include copies of the divorce papers for adultery too, in case people don't understand. Yes some good stills of you eating shit off one of the bulls cock, or eating their cum out of one of the other whores. There will be video too. I will want them to remember what you did and if they did not know you from before they will learn what you are; a cheating piece of cunt shit! If they did not previously know you they soon will.
Don't worry about getting a job, as soon as you get one, they get a copy of the letter and its attachments. And in case you still have the job I will make sure all of your coworkers get a copy too, and so with any member of their family I can find. YOU OWE ME TWENTY FIVE YEARS!
I don't forget technology either, so that a web site will be put up devoted to all six of you and the website address posted all over your home town and anyplace you might know someone. We want it to be available in electronic form for the world to see.
And did I forget to mention that this letter will go into the newspaper on those special days and I will have it used as flyers on every mall and parking structure and every shopping district even close to where you go or live, or may live. I will have to edit the newspaper one to make it fit to print, but the ones in the sex newspapers will be word for word. I am sure you will not mind me using your address and phone number, in case you get lonely. Your picture will appear as part of the letter; imprinted on the paper, and I want them to know who you are when they see you around where you live, travel and shop. More good times for you and everyone you know. I do want to make it special for you. I understand that confronting your errors, funny to call what you did an error, is good for the healing process. Well I am going to help you heal by making sure you confront your "errors" all five thousand four hundred of them.
Welcome to my nightmare. Mine will stop when I am dead, but I will make arrangements for yours to go on until life leaves your body. You would be surprised what services you can get for a few dollars.
Three days after the letter went out:
"Dad what did you do? I just got this letter. Do you really expect us to change our names and not talk to mother? Do you really expect us to not talk to our grandparents, or aunts and uncles, or cousins?" my son asked.
"That is exactly what I expect and I expect you to send a copy of the adult adoption petition to your mother and her parents and relatives! I have someone to be your mother on the new birth certificate which will be issued. You can pick any new name you want as long as it is not one of her fuck buddies family, or the whores family, and I will look to make sure by going back four generations to ensure you do what I say. I also expect you to destroy every picture you have of the whore that bore you, even if I am in it. If you cannot agree I am going to fire you immediately. I will also disinherit you and your children and you will be as dead to me as your whore X-mother is. Pick your side, because if you don't then you side with the whore and you are dead to me and so are your children. What is your answer?"
"Ok dad, you win, we will start tonight with thinking of new names. I will call sis and tell her to call you or I can give her the information. Maybe it would be best if I just have her call you; is that ok?" he asked me.
"That will be fine son; just fine. I already have the adult adoption papers prepared and in my office, so you and your sister come in tomorrow morning and sign them, and add in your new names, so there will be no delay." I told him.
After my son and daughter signed the documents I had a copies hand carried to the whore. I also included a picture of their new mother, a beautiful five foot five, svelte, black X-whore. Yes a whore, but everyone knew what she did, now she doesn't and now she has two white kids.
The following day I received a call from the whore's father, he was crying. His daughter, the cunt, had disappeared. He blamed me until I reminded him that he raised the cheating slut and it was his fault in raising a whore who could not even go a year of being married before breeding with another man and preventing me from having children of my own blood by convincing me to have a vasectomy. That was pretty fucking cold, don't you think? She was not only a whore for other men but the slut you raised made sure my blood line would die.
He asked me what I was going to do to help find her. I told him I was going to have a beer and get laid.
The same day I got the word about the whore running away, I took a drive and as I was sitting at a stop light when a young boy came up and gave me a cell phone. A few hours later I was in the mall shopping and I hit the speed dial and said one word, "yes." I made sure to wear gloves when I used the phone. A few minutes later I went into a restaurant with my purchase in a bag, I left with what appeared to be the same bag, but no cell phone in it. It was a very common bag.
The entire time I was being watched by the police and they saw nothing unusual.
Five days later I was contacted by the police who wanted to talk to me. Evidently the five other fuck buddies of the slut had now disappeared. They wanted to talk to me, which is police speak for you talk and answer our questions. I asserted my rights under the fourth, fifth and sixth amendments, and refused to talk to them.
Apparently the women have been sent to a South American whore house to spend their days doing what they love to do. Every year a picture of them looking ugly and a little sick but well used whores, is sent to the local police and all of their relatives, a copy of a current New York Times with a date showing is in the picture. The wife is looking a little worse for the wear. I wonder if she is still having good memories.
The men also had a little payback. Video was taken of their torture as their genitals were cut off. Again the New York Times was the vehicle for documenting the dates of their forced reassignment surgery.
The people I hired were good, very good. The "gang of six" is kept alive so that they could be used. The men, without cocks and balls, were assigned to a whore house servicing gay men. As in the case of the women pictures of them being ass fucked or sucking cock showed up every year with a copy of the recent New York Times in the picture, to verify the date. All their relatives get copies.
But I had the perfect alibi. For that entire time I was under police surveillance and the pictures and video of the ongoing genital removal were sent with copies of the current newspapers being shown to verify the date. Every member of their family got copies of everything, including the video. Apparently they now each service at least twenty people a day. Good times. The police had nothing on me, they were watching me every day, and I still refused to talk.
Of course the case went cold, except for the yearly pictures and my yearly shopping spree. These people were very good at what they do, and I paid to keep them alive. None of the six died, physically.