She gave him a determined look and he got the message. Some payback was in order.
“All right,” Ron consented. “But I’m going to have to tell Ted.”
Megan frowned. She wished it didn’t have to have come to this and she really didn’t want to get Ted involved, but it seemed like the only way. If she did nothing, it was as if Deanna owned her. Anytime there was an encounter (and, for all she knew, there could be many more), she would buckle. If she told the police, she would have to answer question after question. It would almost be like SHE was the one on trial. And yet revenge did not come easily to her. It was a cold and ugly notion, more the stuff of movie plotlines and Roman politics than her own comparatively humble existence. It was the only way, she told herself. The only way. She was thankful, at least, that Ron was being so supportive.
Ted about hit the roof when Ron told him what Deanna had done. Megan had seen Ted angry a few times, and it was almost comical to watch him. First, his face would go red. Then, he’d stop whatever he was doing and dramatically stand up, staring at his antagonizer(s) with seething rage. Sweet and sensitive Ted would transform into monstrous macho Ted right before her eyes. He’d curse. He’d threaten. Once or twice, he’d actually throw things. She hadn’t seen him hit anyone…yet. And then, when it was over with, he’d find himself calm and quite embarrassed. He’d apologize profusely and slink guiltily away.
“WHAT?!” Ted exploded when Ron pulled him aside. “WHERE IS SHE?!”
Megan cast her attention two lanes over, but the group had since dispersed. She looked around the bowling alley and saw them congregated by the exit.
“Let’s go,” Ron grumbled.
Anna seemed totally lost in the dark. “What’s going on?” she asked.
Megan watched her face change as he explained it to her.
“Oh my God,” Anna remarked, throwing her arms around Megan. “I’m so sorry.”
Megan was a bit taken aback by her sudden tenderness, but did nothing to chastise her. She was glad Ted had found such a caring person…even if she was a bit oversensitive.
They encountered Deanna and her friends in the parking lot, laughing and loudly carrying on like the jackasses they most definitely were. Skeptical and almost detached, something inside Megan snapped and she marched brazenly towards her attacker.
“Hey Deanna!” she shouted. “You and your friends gonna gangrape me now?!”
She watched Deanna’s face slowly redden as her friends eyed her with suspicion.
“What the fuck is she talking about?” asked a young man with a mop of curly hair and an eagle tattoo.
Deanna shrugged. “Crazy bitch can’t take a joke,” she mumbled, and quickened her pace.
“You get back here!” Ted yelled at her. “Nobody does that to my friends.”
“Oh fuck YOU,” Deanna retorted, turning back towards the approaching group. “Like I give a shit, queer boy.”
When she turned around again, her friends were already in their cars and preparing to drive away. Their sense of humor was every bit as twisted as hers. They would get a good laugh at leaving her here with a group of people who were quite obviously pissed at her. And Megan was right: she didn’t have her knife. Shit!
Within no time, they had her cornered.
“All right,” she snarled, putting up her fists. “Who wants it first?”
Ted and Ron, who both had a significant size advantage over her, merely laughed. Megan outweighed her too, but was still too afraid of her to make light of it. Anna seemed unwilling to participate in the taking of revenge at all. Megan found it more than understandable.
“You’re coming with us,” Ron commanded.
“Like hell I am!” she snapped, taking a step back.
“Fine then,” a serious-minded Ted intoned. “We’ll just have to go get the police. Now I know you have a record…”
Deanna took another step back, turned and ran. Her attempt to flee came as a surprise to no one. Having two soccer players in pursuit, she didn’t get very far. Ron began leading her towards Ted’s car, his hand firmly wrapped around a fistful of her short, dark hair.
“Get in,” Ted ordered, opening the door.
Deanna spit at him and Ron shoved her inside. She wound up sandwiched between Megan and Ron in the back with Ted driving and Anna up front. Megan didn’t particularly like her position, but she knew Anna would not be willing to trade. Again, Megan did not blame her.
“What the hell do you fruitcakes want with me?” she asked. Ron’s manhandling had caused her to halt her physical retaliation for the time being, but her tongue was plenty sharp.
“Shutup,” Megan hissed.
“Ted?” Anna asked, hesitation rising in her voice. “What ARE we doing with her?”
“We’re just going to have a little talk,” he answered blankly. Deanna chuckled.
The ride back to Ted’s place was tension filled and silent. Ron and Megan had their eyes on Deanna the whole time, watching and praying she didn’t make any stupid sudden movements. Fortunately for them, she remained still. Megan was still far from trusting her. There was a conniving glow about her eyes. She was to Meg a poisonous snake to be handled with caution.
“Oh shit!” Ted exclaimed. “My parents are home.”
“Boo hoo,” Deanna taunted. “Cry me a river.”
“Why is that a problem?” Anna asked. “We’re just going to talk to her, right?”
Ted shrugged, looking clearly embarrassed.
“Take a look at her,” Megan advised. “It might get ugly.”
Anna shook her head doubtfully. “I don’t think I want any part of this,” she declared.
“She hurt Megan,” Ted justified. “She attacked her and…”
“And she should be punished for it,” Anna concluded. “But by the authorities. Not by us.”
“No, Ted. Take me home. I don’t care what you do, just leave me out of it.”
“What’s the matter?” Deanna continued to tease. “Princess can’t get her silk gloves dirty? Has to have her an excuse for a man do it for her?”
Ted gave her a look of hatred and Anna surprised Megan for the second time that night by reaching back and giving Deanna a quick smack in the face.
“Don’t you dare talk to him like that!” she insisted.
“Guys, I’m sorry,” said Ted. “I’m going to take Anna home. You’re free to use my basement for…whatever. Just stay off of my parents’ radar.”
Megan and Ron got out of the car, soon dragging Deanna along with them.
“How do we get her in?” Ron asked, scratching his head.
“I know a way,” Megan proposed, bending his ear. He nodded in agreement.
“If I have to tell you again to shut up,” he said to Deanna. “You WILL be sorry.”
“Whatever, loser,” she muttered, but said no more.
They had her stand between them with her arms draped over their shoulders. Slowly, they began to march towards the house. It was the way one might support a drunken person, which is exactly what they were aiming for. Megan hoped Ted’s parents bought the farce. She also noted, with growing disdain, that Deanna was not a firm believer in deodorant. Ugh!
Mr. and Mrs. Dzabra were, in Meg’s mind, nice people. They seemed overly polite at first, maybe even a little bit square. After getting to know them a bit better, however, it was obvious that they were humorous and imaginative. All of the good she used to see in Ted she was able to trace back to them. They knew of Ron’s visit and hence were expecting him. They were a little shocked to see Megan…and a lot shocked to see Deanna.
“She’s had a bit much to drink,” Megan explained. “Would it be all right if she cooled off here?”
They seemed a bit skeptical. “I guess that would be OK….I suppose,” Mr. Dzabra answered.
“Where’s Ted?” asked his mother.
“He went to take Anna home,” Ron informed them.
“Always the considerate one.”
Ron dragged Deanna into the basement while Megan chatted briefly with Ted’s parents. Even after the breakup, they remained cordial to her. Her own parents came to mind (something they wanted her to do….) for a minute, but were quickly dismissed when Ron asked her to come down.
In Ted’s basement, it was just the three of them. And, even though she was on the offensive and Ron had her back, Megan felt scared. Deanna was a Grade A nutjob, and there was no telling what she might do. This whole thing was beginning to seem like a bad idea.
“What do you want to do with her?” Ron asked.
“Ummm…..I dunno,” Megan replied timidly. Even after all that Deanna had done to embarrass her, she had difficulty in becoming vindictive. The knowledge that revenge was wrong, coupled with the Christian value of forgiveness and her own fear all stood in her way. And yet, a part of her realized it HAD to be done, if for no other reason than to restore balance in her tiny slice of the universe. “The same thing she did to me, I guess.”
“You mean spank her?”
Only then did Deanna break her silence, and it wasn’t to praise either of them on their dining etiquette.
“Spank ME?!” she asked, raising her voice. “Do you have any idea what this bitch did?”
“Look at what you did to her!” Ron retorted.
“She pissed in the goddamn public pool.”
Ron seemed confused now. He hadn’t heard that part of the story. Then again, it had to be bullshit, right?
“Is that true?” he asked, turning to Megan.
“It was an accident,” she replied, feeling both angry and embarrassed. How dare he question her and how dare she turn the tables like that? This was HER revenge, damnit!
“Oh sure,” Deanna continued. “You probably did it on purpose. You probably do it all the time. Pants pissing baby.”
Though she was sure Deanna was only saying it to hurt her, Megan knew there was truth to her words. It made it difficult for her to shrug them off and denounce them as lies. Worse yet, Ron was now watching her instead of Deanna.
“Megan?” he asked. “Are you OK?”
“I…” she began.
They had let Deanna out of their sights for a split second too long. The girl was now wielding a pool cue and charging at them like a woman gone mad. She managed to get the jump on Ron and knock him down. Pure terror entered Meg’s eyes and a few drops of urine emptied into her (now unprotected) pants. There was nothing between her and Deanna now except for that pool cue…which would soon be used to beat her head. Megan watched Deanna grin victoriously…and go down hard.
Ron administered a slide tackle that’d have made Jeff Agos happy. Deanna tumbled to the ground and utter surprise and he was quickly upon her. He knocked the pool cue away, flipped her onto her stomach and sat on her while trying to keep her flailing limbs in place.
“Help me hold her!” she called to Megan. “Quick!”
Megan was still in shock from what had just happened. It was totally unreal. Her head came this close to being turned into a piñata. She…
She finally sprung into action. There was a roll of electrical tape on a hook on the wall and she quickly went to retrieve it.
“Sorry,” she said, handing the tape to Ron, who now had an ugly scratch on his face. “I…”
“It’s OK,” he told her, using the tape to bind Deanna’s arms behind her. Though still fearful, Megan decided to make herself useful and helped wrapped the girl’s rapidly flailing feet. Soon, she was safely subdued. Instead of calming down, however, she only threw even more of a fit, cursing up a storm and flopping wildly about.
“Motherfucker!” Deanna snarled. “You think this means anything to me? I had cigarettes put out on me. You pussies aren’t shit!”
“We’ve got to shut her up,” Ron suggested.
Megan nodded and giggled as a most mischievous idea formed in her head. Deanna had made her taste her pee, and while Megan was not THAT vile, she would make Deanna taste something almost as bad: her socks. However, it turned out Deanna wasn’t wearing any, so Megan subbed a pair of her own instead.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asked as Megan took off her shoes.
Megan merely smiled at her. Ron soon caught on and smiled too. “Open wide,” she instructed. Deanna saw what was coming and quickly closed her mouth. However, when Ron pinched her nose, she was forced to open. In went one of Megan’s socks (which, truth be told, was not particularly dirty but was still impossibly unpalatable by its very nature) while the other was wrapped behind her head to hold it in place. Megan was proud of herself. She had created an impromptu gag that was both virtually soundproof and quite embarrassing as well. Her initial inhibitions demolished by Deanna’s wild swinging of the pool cue, Megan found herself fully emerged in the revenge plot. Now came the fun part.
With Ron’s assistance, Megan lifted Deanna off the floor and bent her over the pool table. Megan had been stripped naked when she was attacked, and while a more sane moment might have found her thinking differently, at that point she wanted to be sure that Deanna suffered the same embarrassing fate. Ron took the initiative and pushed up the bound girl’s shirt. As she wore no bra, her breasts bounced freely on the green felt of the pool table. With a hint of disgust, Megan hoped she at least had some consideration in the way of undergarments and yanked down her shorts.
Deanna wore a skimpy black thong that did virtually nothing to cover her unshaven pubic area. There were a few marks and bruises about her body. Megan wondered if they were courtesy of the disreputable-looking males she kept company with, her fucked up family or her own hand. At that point, she really did not care. Deanna stopped being a sympathy case a long time ago…if she ever was one.
Even still, Megan hesitated when it came to the actual spanking. Justification or no, she found it a difficult thing to do for the very reason that doing it made her more like Deanna and less like herself. She thought back to the pool incident. What she did (urinate) really was an accident, an accident that she sincerely apologized for. What Deanna did (attack her) was a calculated act for which no remorse was shown. It did not equate and, to Megan, there was a need to balance the scales.
“Teach me a lesson?” she asked, delivering the first smack to Deanna’s prone behind. “Well here’s a lesson for you!” SMACK, SMACK. Deanna grunted and jerked, but otherwise hardly flinched. “And by the way, just because I have an ass doesn’t mean its fat.” SMACK, SMACK again. She was finally getting into it.
“You know, this whole thing could have been avoided…” SMACK. “…if you just left me the fuck alone.” SMACK. “You and you’re fucked up sister.” SMACK.
Her ass looked as if it was on fire, but Deanna did nothing to show it. Gagged or not, she made no gesture of protest and simply endured it with hateful eyes.
“You want to give it a try?” Meg asked Ron.
He seemed put on the spot by such an odd inquiry and took a moment to consider.
“What the hell,” he concluded and began spanking away. Being quite a bit stronger than her, he naturally hit harder than Megan. However, Deanna simply would not break.
“How do my socks taste, bitch?” Megan teased as she continued to spank.
“I don’t think this is working,” Ron whispered.
Megan nodded. Deanna was one tough cookie. It would take….
She eyed the pool cue on the floor and froze. That would be good for one hell of a whooping. She could probably break it over Deanna’s ass. That would get the tears flowing all right. That would….
Ugh, stop! Her conscious butted in, but she picked up the pool cue nonetheless and began to jab Deanna’s ass with the tip. It was surprisingly fun, like popping bubble wrap, and she soon found herself giggling with glee.
“Uh…Megan,” Ron interrupted. Deanna was crying.
Guilt hit Megan like a tidal wave. What she just did was actually WORSE than what Deanna did to her. It wasn’t evening the scales, it was sadism. She dropped the pool cue and immediately began removing Deanna’s gag.
“Deanna, I’m SO sorry…” she began.
The crying stopped and the girl spit out the sock. It was all an act.
“You wimp,” Deanna teased, big grin upon her face. “Is that the best you’ve got? Cuz it’s a shame that I’m going to have to give you a serious beatdown over that piece of shit you call a spanking.”
Disgusted, Megan stuffed the sock back in and gagged her again. It seemed hopeless.
“She’s not going to break,” she told Ron.
“I know,” he replied grimly.
Suddenly, Megan got an idea. Being nasty wasn’t working because Deanna was used to it. But what about the opposite? Taking a moment to compose herself, Megan lifted Deanna from her bent over stance and placed her on a sitting position atop the pool table. She then began to gently stroke the girl’s hair and face. Deanna flinched and tried desperately to get away. It was as if Megan’s hands contained some kind of alien ooze and not soap and skin cream.
Amused by the success of these tactics, Megan leaned in and gave Deanna a great big hug. This time, she actually heard the girl scream profanities into her gag. As a piece de resistance, Megan planted a big wet kiss right on her cheek and ruffled her hair. Deanna went absolutely ballistic, flipping and flopping every which way. It made Megan smile…and she felt better because she wasn’t really hurting her.
“Wow,” Ron remarked. “Now I’m feeling left out.”
“Oh…you can kiss her too,” Megan entreated.
Ron sighed. “That wasn’t what I met,” he said quietly.
Megan suddenly felt overcome with embarrassment. Deanna had been staring hatefully at her and now Ron was giving her a strange glance as well.
“Will you…uh…excuse me for a second?” she said, escaping to the bathroom.
So much had just happened and she needed a moment to put it all together. She wasn’t sure, but she thought Ron was coming onto her. Never mind that she had just kissed a girl (or maybe because of it), he was showing a definite interest. And what did she do? Not notice and then go all blank-eyed when she figured it out. Great….nice going Meg.
In truth, there was a lot she hadn’t noticed about Ron. They had barely known each other for a few hours and he had already stood up for her. Protected her. Listened to her. And now…desired her. Wasn’t all that what she wanted in a man? Wasn’t that what she had been looking for? And yet, hooking up with him might somehow spell disaster. She knew she wasn’t getting off that easily. Plus, she still had Deanna to worry about. The girl was shaken, but still plenty strong. If Deanna left here tonight with anything less than a total destruction of her bloodlust, Megan would be in some seriously deep shit…. and this time, she wouldn’t be able to go to the police.
Megan assessed her options…and her panties. They were wet (Deanna literally scared the piss out of her), but not soaked. The absolutely LAST thing she wanted to do was embarrass herself by having an accident in front of Ron (or Deanna for that matter). That meant wearing a diaper. She looked in her purse and discovered she only had one with her. Now that she thought of it, putting a diaper on Deanna might just be embarrassing enough to finally break her. Also, what if she and Ron got to making out and he discovered her absorbent plasticky secret? Sure, an accident would be worse, but did she really want to risk it? She
APut on the diaper. Ron had been a godsend so far (even though she was a little slow to realize it) and she wasn’t going to ruin it by (literally) pissing all over him. Besides, as supportive as he’d been so far, she didn’t think he would mind.
BSaved the diaper for Deanna. She hoped it would be the straw that broke the camel’s back. Of course, Ron might want to know where she got it…
CLeft the diaper inside her purse. She would find another way to deal with Deanna…. and she would take her chances with Ron.