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 Author: Hungry Guy
Title: RAPE!
Summary: She takes her revenge against an innocent man; then something
interesting happens...
Keywords: F/M rape tort viol cbt sad nc Fdom va Fpov caution caution! 
CAUTION CAUTION!
Language: english

   RAPE!  BY: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

   *** WARNING: THIS STORY IS EXTREMELY OFFENSIVE TO AMERICANS!  ***

   Kathy was somber, furious, depressed, rabid, haunted, and tormented at
the rape, torture, and murder of her teenage daughter.  After two months,
the police still hadn't solved the murder.  That Monday evening in
September, she called her husband from her office overlooking the Statue of
Liberty and told him that she had to work late.  Her senior management
position occasionally did require her to work late, but she would just take
a room at the Hilton across the street on those occasions rather than
taking the LIRR home late at night.  So, to maintain her alibi, she rented
a room that she would not be using and then headed north.

   So she planned her revenge and she waited.  She stood by an alley on
23rd street, gun in hand.  A Saturday Night Special, it turned out, was
easier to obtain than she had expected.

   It was quiet at 3:00 AM.  Most of the action was in midtown or farther
south.  A few people walked by, but they weren't right.  She ignored women,
either alone or in groups.  Likewise, old men were spared.  Young men in
groups were most common, some even came on to her as she stood there
glaring at them walking past her.

   Finally, a lone young man came walking down the sidewalk.  Looking
unthreatening as they come, he was wearing a Star Trek tee-shirt under a
light blue jacket, with a pair of khaki Dockers, and white sneakers.  He
smiled at her as he walked past, unusual for New York at any time, but
especially late at night on a deserted street.  She was prepared with a
number of retorts for whatever come-on he might say to her, but he just
nodded at her as he walked past and continued down the street.  She almost
let him go, too, but he was perfect.  He was also the first young lone guy
to walk past in the hours that she had been waiting.  She fondled her gun
and followed him.  She caught up with him after a few steps and jabbed the
gun in his back.  "Stop right there, you bastard."

   "What?" is all he could say.

   "You heard me, fucker."

   "Is this a hold up?  Uhm, my wallet's in my back pocket.  Just take it
and go, okay?"

   "This isn't a fucking hold up you idiot." She grabbed the back of his
jacket and turned him around, and walked him back into the alley.

   "Take off your clothes."

   "What?"

   The gun trembled in her hand pointed at his face as she shouted, "Now!"

   He undressed before her, dropping his clothes in a pile at his feet.

   "Lay down.  On your back.  Come on!"

   He lay down on his back as she commanded.  "Please don't hurt me.  I've
got forty some bucks, a credit card, and a return train ticket to Jersey.
Just don't shoot me, please."

   "Shut up and listen.  I've got my gun on you so don't do anything
stupid."

   "Okay," he whimpered.

   Holding her gun with one hand, she loosened her belt with the other and
let her pants fall, exposing her bare ass.  She kicked them off from around
her feet and stepped directly over his head, straddling it, facing his
feet. Then she sat.  She placed her full weight on his face with her legs
spread out in front of her.  Her pussy was over his mouth, and his nose was
jammed up her asshole.  "Lick my cunt, you bastard.  Make me come."

   Kathy felt his tongue licking her pussy.  It felt awful.  She felt like
it was he who was raping her, rather than the reverse.

   The situation immediately reminded her of a diversity program given at
her office last week.  One feminist speaker told the gathering that the
definition of sexual harassment is determined by how the victim feels, not
by the intent of the male perpetrators.  If a woman feels that a sexist
cartoon in a male colleague's office is sexual harassment, then, by
definition, it is sexual harassment.  Or if a woman who overhears a sexist
joke in passing through a hallway feels it to be sexual harassment, then
that too is sexual harassment.

   By the same logic, since she felt that this man was raping her, then he
was indeed guilty of rape and she should feel no remorse for what she was
about to do to him.

   A different speaker had said that when crimes occur, especially against
women, _all_ men share the guilt.  So this bastard is as guilty of
murdering her daughter as any other.

   "Make me come, you fucking bastard!"

   She felt his tongue poking her clit now.  He started swirling it with
his tongue.  He continued, on and on, swirl after swirl.  At last, she felt
the tension building up in her loins.  Then he stopped licking and his body
just started bucking.

   "Hey!  Either I come, our you die of suffocation!" She was practically
shouting.

   He continued swirling.  It wasn't long before she felt the tension
return.  A moment later, she came.  She felt her pussy get wet as she was
bouncing on his face.  She almost dropped her gun being that the sensation
was so intense.

   After a moment, she wound down and sighed.  She leaned back to let him
catch his breath, and the force of air exploding from his mouth sent a
chill through her pussy.  She let him gasp a few times before she leaned
forward, pressing her pussy against his mouth again.

   She had been standing on that street for hours, not daring to leave so
she wouldn't miss her perfect victim.  She had had to pee for a while, and
now she realized that her bladder was feeling like it was about to burst.
Yet, she couldn't abandon her victim now to find a restroom, or even pee
against the wall while he got away, or worse, grab her.  She had no choice.
She relaxed her muscles and let her piss flow into his mouth.  She sucked
in her breath and emptied her bursting-full bladder forcefully and without
pause.

   "You're a dead man if you spit out any of my water!" Then she leaned
back to let him swallow and take another breath.  She felt him gulp it down
and gasp for breath again.

   Before he could speak again, she leaned forward, put her gun in her vest
pocket, and grabbed his dick with her left hand.  It was hard as a rock. 
With her right hand, she pressed the fingernail of her index finger to the
hole at the end of his dick and pushed it in.  He started bucking under her
again while blood oozed out of his dick as she wiggled and slid her long
fingernail deep into the hole.  Then she let go of his dick with her left
hand, grabbed his ball sack, and squeezed with all her might.  Then she
squeezed a little harder.  Then harder still.  She could feel her face
turning red at the force she was using to squeeze his balls.  She could
squeeze no harder, so she just sat like that for a minute or two, squeezing
his balls and with her fingernail up his dick.

   He started bucking furiously, even stronger than before.  She let go of
his balls and pulled her fingernail out of his dick.  Her index finger was
all bloody.  She reached into her purse, took out a Kleenex, and wiped her
finger as best as she could.  She grabbed her gun again and lifted herself
off his face.

   He gasped for breath for a long while, but he was still hard as a rock.

   She turned around and lowered herself onto his dick.  Being that she was
still wet, she slid onto it easily..

   "Why are you doing this to me?" he pleaded.  "Why?"

   "Just shut the fuck up, asshole!" she answered.

   Pointing the gun at his face, she started rocking back and forth, making
his dick slide in and out of her pussy in rhythm.

   It wasn't long before he came.  He screamed in pain with every throb. 
She continued rocking back and forth, milking him with her pussy as he
screamed in agony.

   Having emptied him, she moved her ass back onto his face.  His dick was
a bloody and cummy mess, as must be her pussy.  She pulled a length of rope
from her knapsack as his blood and cum dribbled from her pussy into his
mouth.  She tied a loop and slipknot into one end of the rope and put the
loop around the base of his ball sack.  Then, she grabbed his balls and
yanked the noose tight with her other hand, making him buck under her ass.
Then she stood and walked over below a fire escape of one of the buildings.
She ignored his incoherent crying as she tossed the rope up and over a rung
of the fire escape railing.  Then she started pulling the rope
hand-over-hand until it went snug from his balls, up over the fire escape
railing, and down to her grasp.

   With a huff, she started pulling the rope with all her might.  He lifted
his butt higher and higher, straining to hold himself up by his legs keep
from hanging from his balls.  She continued pulling, and his feet lifted
from the ground and he let out a piercing scream.  Still she continued
pulling as his body was raised to a steeper and steeper angle.  He finally
passed out when his body was nearly vertical with only his head and
shoulders resting on the ground.  She pulled a few more times, lifting his
body entirely off the ground, and hanging by his balls.  She then took her
end of the rope and tied it securely to a rung of a grating of a basement
window.

   Still nude from the waist down, she let out a sigh and retrieved her
jeans.  She pulled her jeans back up, buckled her belt.  Then she picked up
his pile of clothes and tossed them into a Dumpster behind the building. 
Then she walked down the alley back toward the street.  She stopped a few
feet from the street, turned, and pointed the gun at his head swinging
below the fire escape.  Then she lowered the gun, muttering to the silence,
"If I kill him now, I'll just end his misery.  Better to leave him hang and
let him die in pain."

   She walked out to the street, surprised to see the sun coming up
already. She checked her dress, it wasn't too bad.  Fortunately, she had a
change of clothes in her knapsack.  She hailed a cab to take her back down
to Chambers Street.  She walked across the street to the Hilton and up to
that room that she had rented, she would only need it to shower and change
her dress.  It was a little rumpled from being in her knapsack, but it
would have to do.  She ripped her old dress into shreds and flushed it down
the toilet bit by bit.  Then, leaving a $20 tip for the chambermaid, she
exited the room.

   She rode the elevator down to the basement of the hotel and exited into
the underground the shopping mall connecting the hotel to the two office
buildings.  She picked up a paper from the newsstand across from the large
bank of escalators rising up from the PATH station, from which hundreds of
people were emerging for work that morning.  She ran through the doors of
her building into the lobby and, seeing a group of people enter an express
elevator, she rushed over shouting, "Hold the elevator, please!"

   The elevator quickly rose.  She checked her watch.  "Damn!" she muttered
seeing that it was past 9:00 already.  "Can't this elevator get up to the
92nd floor any faster?"

   A fellow passenger smiled and said, "Late for a meeting, huh?"

   Kathy smiled back and just said, "Yeah, what else is new?"

   Suddenly the elevator shook to a muffled boom coming from elsewhere in
the building, then it stopped as the lights went out.

   "What the hell?" someone said.

   "It looked sunny when I left for work this morning," added another.

   The emergency light came on a second later and someone else said, trying
to be helpful, "The thunder must have knocked out the power.  I've been
stuck in elevators before.  It's no big deal.  Really."

   Kathy was actually relieved at this development; getting stuck in an
elevator would be the perfect excuse for being late to her staff meeting.
"There is justice in the world after all," she thought silently to herself.


   The other people in the elevator glanced at her as she chuckled to
herself, thinking, "Unless some really major news event occurs today, the
papers and TV are going to have a field day when they find that bastard
hanging by his balls in that back alley."

   At that thought, she pulled her paper from under her arm and started
reading to "Let's see," she said, "what are the headlines today on the
11th?"

   * END *