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A Rape Revenged
by Hardy (lanc10@comcast.net)
***
I was raped. The experience left me shattered, my whole
life changed in one night. However, with the help of
friends, appropriate revenge was planned and executed.
(MF, rp, v, cast)
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I was raped.
It happened late on a wet Sat. night. I was a nurse at
General Hospital, and I had worked well past midnight
assisting on a trauma case. After changing clothes I
left for my apartment which was within walking distance.
I was preoccupied with the case we had finished, so I
didn't notice the van that was parked along the curb;
and I didn't see the man who slipped up behind me until
it was too late. One hand gripped my mouth choking off a
scream, and the other hand held a knife at my throat,
threatening to kill me if I resisted.
I was terrified as he forced me into the van at knife
point. I began struggling, but he was too powerful, and
I lay helpless on the floor of the van. He had plastic
handcuffs and he quickly cuffed my arms behind me. When
I started to scream he gagged me, and roped my ankles
together. I was terrified and helpless. I knew I was
likely to be raped, but I was more worried that he might
kill me.
He started the van and we drove for what seemed at least
thirty minutes, making many turns. At our destination he
carried me into a building, handling me easily. He threw
me roughly onto a bed, untied my ankles, and after
removing the handcuffs he tied each of my wrists to the
corner bedposts. I struggled as he secured my wrists,
but he was so strong that my struggles were useless.
He removed my gag, but not my blindfold. I begged; I
pleaded with him to no avail. I started sobbing, knowing
I was helpless, terrified at what he might do to me. He
was unmoved by my cries, probably enjoying my
helplessness.
He started by removing my shoes, then he unbuttoned and
unzipped my skirt, pulling it from under my hips, down
my thighs and legs. My slip was also pulled from under
me, joining my skirt at my ankles. Both were removed. I
tried kicking but he easily controlled my legs as he
continued slowly stripping me, enjoying the pleading of
his helpless victim.
Next came my pantyhose which he gripped, sliding them
down my legs, pulling them off, exposing my panties. He
gripped my panties and I didn't struggle as he removed
them. He waited a bit before he pulled my blouse up to
my neck. He was having trouble with my bra, so he took
scissors and cut my bra loose freeing my breasts.
I heard the rustling of clothing and I knew he was
stripping. The next thing I felt was his hands on my
breasts, stroking my nipples until they became erect,
something I couldn't prevent. He continued caressing my
body hoping to arouse me. He began stroking my thighs
which I held tightly together.
He moved his body over mine, and I could feel his erect
cock, but he couldn't keep my thighs open long enough to
penetrate me. Angry that I wasn't co-operating he tied
my legs to the bedposts, my cunt fully exposed to him. I
never felt more helpless, naked and spread-eagled.
He moved his fingers against my pussy, and said "dry.
I'll fix that." Again he took his time as he stroked my
thighs, my breasts, and finally the lips of my cunt.
With my legs spread wide he had easy access as he
continued working on my vagina, caressing the lips,
stroking my clitoris, inserting one, then two fingers
into me. I tried everything I could think of, but I
finally could not prevent my arousal, feeling myself
moistening, becoming wet as he continued, my flushed
body betraying me.
I waited now for what I knew was going to happen, and I
just hoped it would be over quickly. I felt him mounting
me, directing his hard cock at the entrance of my
vagina, and began pushing into me. I felt myself
stretching, and then stretching more as he continued the
pressure. I realized his cock was huge and I didn't
think I could stretch anymore, but I did, and he entered
me. I screamed as I was penetrated, and screamed again
as he advanced his cock, crying out as I was fully
impaled.
He started a long slow thrusting as he steadily fucked
me; deep thrusts, taking lots of time with me. I was
determined not to respond, but when he began to thrust
into me faster I couldn't prevent my arousal. I was
moaning as he gripped my ass with both hands, continuing
to fuck me powerfully. I was groaning as he brought me
to higher and higher levels of excitement. Then I felt
it!
Small spasms in my vagina, the spasms increasing and
spreading into my pelvis, my whole body convulsing as an
incredible orgasm overwhelmed me, and I screamed. I felt
him shudder, felt his cock swelling in the depths of my
vagina, felt his spasms as he spurted his semen into me,
groaning with his release.
I lay there sobbing at what he had done, sobbing at the
betrayal of my body, sobbing that he had brought me to a
wrenching orgasm against my will.
He stayed in me a long time, his softened cock finally
sliding from me. I felt him get off the bed and I
wondered if he would hurt me. It was quiet for some
time, then he returned and began caressing my body
again. He soon mounted me and this time he easily
entered my wet and stretched cunt, fucking me thoroughly
once more, spurting more of his semen into the depths of
my pussy. I didn't come this time, and I didn't come
when he fucked me a third time.
Finally the nightmare was over. He dressed me, my
breasts covered only with my blouse, pulling my skirt
back on, but not my slip, panties or my pantyhose. He
released my legs, then my arms, but kept control of them
as he replaced the cuffs. He stood me up and I could
feel the stickiness of his semen on my inner thighs.
He didn't speak as he carried me back to the van, again
pushing me onto the floor. He drove for some time before
stopping. He opened the van and removed the cuffs,
pushing me out of the van and onto a grassy strip. I
pulled the blindfold off and got a clear glimpse of him
as he climbed back into the van and drove off. I would
not forget that face.
I t was still raining, and I found myself at the same
spot where I was abducted. I staggered to my apartment,
got into my car and drove to the police station. I gave
them a full report, and went through a complete
examination, including a pelvic exam and semen smears.
From my description they identified him, and I confirmed
it when they showed me his picture. He was arrested and
brought to trial.
I was humiliated by the questions of his attorney,
inquiring into my sexual history, and I was sobbing on
the stand when I described the details of the assault
His lawyer was good, and his client was found not guilty
based on an oversight by the police, who had failed to
use proper procedure during the arrest and
interrogation. They also screwed up the DNA, but the
worst lapse was the failure to read him his Miranda
rights. The rapist grinned at me as I left the
courthouse. He was free to rape again.
I learned that twice before he had been charged with
rape, but the inconsistencies of the victim's testimony,
and the skill of his lawyer resulted in a finding of not
guilty both times. These episodes could not be
introduced at my trial.
After a couple of weeks I went back to work. My co-
workers were welcoming and sympathetic. However, nothing
they could say lessened the memory of what I had
endured. It was with me constantly.
I had a good friend, a young woman who was a surgeon on
the staff, and she helped me deal with my feelings, and
I was grateful for all she did.
I learned that the rapist was frequently seen at a local
bar, and I thought of buying a gun and killing him, but
Karen, my surgeon friend nixed that, saying she had an
idea about dealing with him. She said no more at this
time, but approached me about a week later. She talked
about a patient of hers, a woman wrestler she had
operated on who had very little money, and Karen did
not charge her.
Karen talked to her about the problem I had, and this
woman remembered the story, and asked how she could
help, saying nothing would give her more pleasure then
beating the shit out of him. Karen said maybe something
better than that if we could abduct him.
Together they worked on a plan. This woman had a friend
who was also a wrestler, and she would ask her for help.
Karen said this bastard was big, and he was strong, but
Kim said she and her friend could handle him. At this
point I was brought into the plan.
Kim's friend agreed and we had another meeting. Karen
said, "What we need is a decoy." I said "what do you
mean?" Karen said "we know where he hangs out, and we
need a young attractive woman to come on to him." That
was a stopper for awhile, but Karen said she would work
on it. She said we also need a van and a place to take
him that can't be traced.
Karen found just the person, a young woman, an actress
who had some bad experiences with men, and would be
willing to help.
Then we met for the final planning stage. Karen asked me
what I would want done if we were able to kidnap him. I
had no hesitation; I said, "I want his testicles, I want
his balls in a jar!" Karen said, "that's what I thought
you would say. That would be cool, that would be great
if we can pull it off, but it must be done so that he
cannot identify any of us. Our decoy has to be made up
so she can't be identified."
We worked out the details. Our decoy, Terri, had a van
that was perfect. We knew that he was always at his
favorite bar on Friday, and we hoped he would be there.
We were all in the van waiting, and sure enough he
appeared in the early evening.
We waited for awhile, and then it was time for Terri to
go to work. She looked totally different with a blond
wig and special make-up. The four of us got into the
back of the van and waited. Finally she appeared, arm in
arm with him as they came to the van-he probably
couldn't believe his luck, thinking he wouldn't have to
rape this one.
We heard Terri say "get in. I'll drive." As soon as he
got in the passenger side, the two wrestlers grabbed his
shoulders, immobilizing him, Kim clamping a hand over
his mouth as he started to yell. Karen stuck a needle
into his arm, a strong sedative. He kicked and
struggled, but he was no match for those women. We
started driving, the women holding him firmly till the
sedative kicked in, and he slumped in the seat. The
passenger seat reclined, and with him prone the women
blindfolded him, tied his hands behind him, and tied his
legs together. He was trussed and helpless.
We arrived at our destination, a house that one of the
wrestlers obtained for this event. Kim and her friend
easily lifted and carried the two hundred pound rapist
into the house, to the lower level, placing him on a
large table provided for this event. His shoes and socks
were removed, and all his clothes cut off and pulled
away till he lay naked on the table. Both his ankles and
wrists were secured to the table. Now he was helpless
and spread-eagled as I had been. I was thrilled beyond
belief.
Karen prepared her tray, all the instruments that would
be needed as well as a syringe and local anesthetic. He
started to come to, and began to struggle against his
bonds, yelling obscenities. Karen injected him again and
he soon quieted. She injected a local anesthetic into
his scrotum over each testical, and then injected the
nerves in his cords. I hadn't wanted her to use any
numbing-I wanted him to feel everything we were going to
do to him, but Karen didn't agree.
Then she started, making an incision on each side,
finally freeing up both testicles, lifting them from his
sack. She said to me "now you do the honors." She
pointed to the clamps that I was to use to clamp his
cords, the final step in taking his balls.
I moved in, and held a testicle in each hand, still
attached to him. I couldn't believe the joy I felt as I
prepared to emasculate him, sterilize him. I just stood
there holding them till finally Karen said, "Get on with
it!"
I clamped each cord and with the scissors Karen handed
me and I cut each testical loose, holding them in my
hand. I was thrilled. Revenge was sweet, and what a
revenge.
Karen completed the surgery, tying each cord and
removing the clamps. She sewed the skin closed on each
side and applied a bandage. It was done. Karen and I
each had other plans. She injected huge doses of long
acting estrogen hormone into his ass on each side, a
feminizing hormone. Now for my plan. The women knew what
to do, and they untied him, rolled him over and secured
his arms and legs once more, placing a thick pillow
under his hips. He was just coming to again, struggling
against his bonds.
After removing my skirt and slip I strapped on a harness
over my panties, and attached a very large dildo. I
lubricated the tip and moved on top of him as the women
pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his anus. I place the
tip against his asshole and began pushing into him. He
began to scream as I increased the pressure, screaming
louder as I stretched him. I pushed even harder until
his muscle gave way and I entered him. He was yelling,
screaming and struggling, but I was relentless as I
advanced the cock fully into him.
Now he was going to know what it felt like to be raped.
I began to fuck him. Everyone was enjoying the show as I
continued to plunge into his rectum. I didn't stop. It
was payback and I made the most of it, fucking him
thoroughly and with an intensity I didn't know I
possessed. His screams echoed throughout the room, and
he finally passed out. There was blood around his
stretched asshole.
Now for the final step. Our two strong assistants
dressed him in lacy panties, pantyhose, a slip and
dress. He came to and began struggling, but Karen took
care of that with another injection. The girls loaded
his limp form into the van and we took off. He had been
emasculated, raped, and feminized. I was consumed with
joy.
We drove near an outlying hospital, where the women
dumped him in the grass near the emergency room where he
was sure to be found. We drove off, and we all parted. I
was so exhilarated by what we had done that I couldn't
sleep, my mind full of our adventure.
We learned that he had been found, and after the exam by
the emergency room people, the police were called. They
took statements and tried to interview the angry
yellowing patient. One policeman remembered him, and
there was a great deal of amusement at his expense.
This was a felony, and of course an investigation was
required. I was interviewed as well as the other women
he had raped, but I had a solid alibi in place. This man
disappeared, and we never heard anything of him again.
Revenge was never so sweet.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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