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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Girl's Revenge (Fdom+/M, rp, oral, bd, tort) by Perb69 (perb69@yahoo.com) *** A reverse roles story, about women who rape men. I hated men, damn them all. All they wanted was sex, however they could get it. *** After the second time I was raped I decided to beat them at there own game. I had friends that were also raped, they also wanted not to be weak anymore. This is the story about the last time we would do that horrible deed, did we really think it could go on forever? *** This man was walking down the street. all he saw was me, dragging a large box to my house. He stopped and said "Miss, um, can I help you with that?" I looked up, pretending to be shocked. I smiled and said "thanks." He picked up the box, he wasn't built, but was very strong. He easily carried it into my house. "Put it any where," I said, and he put it by the wall on the side. He looked at me and said, "Well, anything else I can do for you?" "Thank you so much," I replied. "No I'm okay from here." "Ok, have a goodnight Miss." He paused then said something odd. "You should really have friends come help you move stuff, I mean there are a lot of psychos in the world, you can't very well invite anyone into your house like this." I smiled at this naive man, "Oh, I do have friends," I replied, as I used my finger to signal him to look the other way. He turned and saw Chrisy holding a gun at him. She loved holding the gun on men, as if it was turning the table from when several men attacked her, making her do stuff, one holding a knife to her throat. "W-what is this?" he asked. "What do you want from me?" "We, want you," I stated. "Take down your pants," said Jenifer walking down the stairs. "Look, you ladies are very pretty, but I'm not interested." He tried to say calmly. "Shut up," yelled Chrisy. "We don't care if your interested or not!" "Please, I have a girlfriend, I love her." "Then you better please us good if you want to live to see her again," said Jenifer. I was close enough to notice a tear in his eye, he fought it though, trying to act tough. He did as we commanded, he dropped his pants and took off his underpants. He was soft, so it didn't look big, yet. We all gathered around him, Chrisy though kept her distance, letting us go 1st. I reached down and grabbed his cock. I pulled on it, but he wasn't getting hard. "Oh great, he's impotent." mocked Jen. "No, he just needs to relax," I say pushing him. "Lay down!" He stumbled back, and did as he was told. I sucked him off, he refused to show it at all, but we knew he was enjoying it. He got hard quickly, as any man would, and I now saw he was pretty big, 7 inches. I'm not sure what other girls think, but a good 7" is perfect. You can feel him all the way inside you, without getting ripped apart. I got on top of him, and Jen got on his face. She liked doing that, what girl wouldn't, but she had never gotten that from a guy voluntarily. She enjoyed telling him; "eat me you manwhore, you know you like it. Don't you dare stop!" We had our way with him, and it was a long time, an hour perhaps. Jenifer fell off of him, rolling over, panting on the floor. She never looked happier, his face was full of her cum. He started to breath harder, and buck up at me. I knew he was gonna come, I said something I never said before, and I don't know why, "Come in me, make me pregnant." "No," he said. "What does it matter?" I mocked him, "I can just have an abortion." "No," he said louder, and forceful this time. "Or maybe, I'll use it, to get money from you." He moved his hands about to pull me off of him, but Jenifer grabbed his arm, and Chrisy pulled his hair, point the gun at his head. And then, he came. I grabbed his face and kissed him, at first he tired to resist, but Chrisy reminded him of the gun. I took the gun from Chrisy, when I looked back, I saw Jen kissing him. "You're a good little manwhore," she said when she pulled away from him. Chrisy went over to him and said "what's your name?" "What, what does it matter?" he asked. "It doesn't, I just want to know." "John." "Good," she said, "now that we're acquainted John, I want you to fuck me. Like you did my friends." He just lay there, tired, looking at her, with a limp dick. She reached into her pants and took out some handcuffs "are you kinky, like me?" She cuffed him, at this point he didn't bother to resist or say anything thing, he just let it happen. "Well?" she said, "where's your big bad boner now?" I glanced at his face and saw his eyes were shut now. Then out of no where, she slapped him. We had never hurt anyone before, I thought that was going to far. She grabbed his dick, and pulled it, nothing happened. "Damn it, this is the last time I let you two go 1st." Then she grabbed his balls and squeezed them, he started to scream, but Jen quickly silenced him. "Don't do that" she said "you'll never get him hard that way." She bent down and sucked him, and slowly he was getting hard. I looked at him, and I thought I caught a faint smile, but he noticed me looking, and got embarrassed. I never felt worse then at that moment, when I truly knew we had forced him. I pulled away from my insecure thoughts, he was a guy, there was no way it was the same as our pain. I saw Chrisy use him for different positions, as she would always do, which is odd I thought when you find a good position you stick with it. When she was done, she got off of him, and started to jack him off. But all of a sudden she stopped, she again grabbed his nuts and squeezed them, but she wasn't letting go. "Beg me to stop bitch," she told him. "P-please," he said, "stop." "No!" she said. "I've been good, I did everything you girls wanted, please," he begged her, but she didn't seem to hear him. Why was this one so important to her, that she had to hurt him so bad, I will never know. I rushed over I told her to get off of him, she did. We all put on our close, except John. He just laid there, holding his crotch. Jen sat on the couch, and Chrisy said she was going home. She grabbed her gun and walked out, Jen got up and said, "wait for me, I need a ride." They left, and I went over to John. "I'm so sorry, we went to far." "Why did you do this to me?" he asked. Truthfully, I had no answer, no justification, but I did answer him. "Because you're a man. You men have done the same to us, hurt us horribly... we could not let ourselves become weak again." He didn't get angry or condemn us. He said, "I'm sorry about your pain, truly, but those were not men." Never before had I realized men could be nice, that men, mostly, wanted the same things we women do. As he lay there crying, I lay my hand on him. It was horrible for a woman to be raped, but for a man it had to be sheer embarrassment. Not to say he had it worse, but I learned men could feel, and I was able to live again. And never again did we do that to anyone. At least I didn't. Jenifer began exploring her interest in women, and as for Chrisy we lost contact. She let her pain drown her heart so that she would never feel again. I saw John once more after that day, I was walking down the street. I was shocked when he stopped and talked to me. He had the heart to forgive me for the awful thing I did to him. Do I have the heart to forgive? Perhaps one day, I can meet a guy like John, and have a nice boyfriend. I know now, not every man is evil. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. 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