The Wager- BBW Erotic Curvy Paranormal Romance (TOUCH OF THE GODS) by D.X. Luc Page A

woman. My hopes of her being done were disintegrated when more goo was spread over the rest of my hair, labia and anal crease included. With barely an audible whisper, I spoke up, praying for mercy. “Please stop—Oh, why?”
                  “Now Vanessa, you want vengeance on those that hurt you, correct?”
                  “Yes, but---”
                  “Then in order to enact vengeance, one must experience pain.” She spoke as though she had very intimate knowledge of revenge and what its affects were.
    Strangely, with every shearing of my hair and each outcry from my torture, the urgent need to get back at those that I felt deserved the same physical suffering, increased twofold. I wanted them to feel the pain of what I was enduring at the hands of a now laughing, sadistic woman on the floor of my bathroom.
    Through it all, I fought passing out several times, especially when she skinned—okay, maybe that's an exaggeration—my anus and perineum.
    Once we were finished, I was dressed in a black leather dress that squeezed me in all the right places. A purple bustier was wrapped around my waist, pushing my breasts up until they rounded like two large pearls. I wore no panties, as Nemesis explained Ares preferred his women ready and willing at all times, and she kept my hair down. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back. I looked scandalous, saucy and positively sinful—I liked it.
                  “This will be so much fun! Sadly, I won't get to watch how it all plays out.”
                  “Oh? Where will you be?”
                  “I'm needed in the Middle East at the moment.”
                  “Are you in the military?”
                  “Something like that. Anyway, here's where pops wants to meet.” She handed me a slip of paper. “Know the place?”
                  I did. It was the cafe, where Willa would be. Boy, wouldn't she smart seeing me with such a hunk of man on my arm! Heck, my new look would create quite the stirring for those that frequent the place as much as I did. Maybe I'd even see Calvin. I turned and smiled gratefully at Nemesis, knowing that I wouldn't have gotten to this point of looking so hot and sexy without her. “Thank you, so very much.”
                  “Heh, don't thank me. Just hope you get what you want from this. Got to go.” With that cryptic statement, she packed her belongings, headed down the stairs and left me alone. I carefully, followed, still trying to maneuver in my fuck-me-boots and ended up missing her, she was already gone. I looked at the note, written in masculine scribble and read it, butterflies fluttering in my stomach at how the night would go. I read it again, licking my lips, the gloss Nemesis had applied tasting of cherries and I sighed.
    Dear sklávos,
    I hope my daughter was kind.
    I can't wait to see you tonight.
    Meet me at Cafe Sticky Licks. 7:30.
    Love and Licks,
    Ares
                  Glancing over at my grandfather's clock, it read six-fifteen and with traffic on a Saturday evening, I’d be late if I didn't leave now. Rushing, I grabbed my clutch, transferring items from the larger purse to the smaller one. I checked myself out in the mirror one more time and rushed out the door to my car. While I drove in a hurried crazed state, I knew I’d broken several laws.
    I hoped that not only would my sister and friend be there, but Heph too. I wanted them all to shit themselves when they saw me. I wanted their pain so much that as I got closer to my destination the urge for blood lust, vengeance and sexual frustration filled my blood to bursting. Phil Collins In The Air Tonight , played on the car radio and it seemed to set the scene for what was to come—it was going to be messy.
                 

    Chapter X
    Hephaestus
     
                  I slept