("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2010. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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) ***' 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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 66