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(Disclaimer: This story is not for the squeamish. It depicts rape and violence. If that type of stuff bothers you, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. The author does not condone any of this)
The day had arrived. As hard as it was to believe, he was free.
It had been eleven years, but it felt like yesterday. March 15th, 1995. Try as I might, I can’t forget the date. I was 24 years old and on my way up in the business world. He was an 18 year old maintenance guy who saw me in the elevator and liked what he saw. And why shouldn't he have? I was 5'7" and 110 pounds. Back then, I loved to wear high heels. I had gorgeous legs and I liked to show them off. I had long blonde hair. I was already an executive at my company. I was a tigress in the board room. In fact, the CEO used to tell me I had killer instinct.
That day, I was coming back from lunch. In the years that followed, thanks to therapy, I was able to recap the events quite well. It was just me and him in the elevator. I pressed the button to go to the 37th floor. He pressed 29. I thought nothing of it. On the way up, he said, "Is Playboy holding auditions today or something?" He thought he was funny. I ignored him. I dismissed him as another little boy who hadn’t been laid in a while, and wasn’t likely to get laid any time soon. I wasn't interested in his little problems. I had no interest in maintenance men. They were stupid, dirty, and poor. This one was all of those things, as well as big and ugly. Later I found out he weighed 270 pounds. He was 6'2". A classic meatball.
I carried mace back then. It was in my purse, but at the time I was relaxed. I had just eaten lunch at a nice bistro and had drank a couple of glasses of pinot grigio. The elevator controls beeped when we hit the 29th floor. Unbeknownst to me at the time, there were no tenants on that floor. It was under renovation. I never saw the threat until it was too late.
The door opened and before I knew what happened I felt his arms wrap around my chest from behind. He put me in a bear hug. I had taken self-defense lessons, but my arms were completely immobilized, so I couldn't reach back and grab his balls, which is what I really wanted to do. I kicked my high heels, trying to hit his shins. Then I threw my head back. I felt the back of my skull make contact with the soft cartilage of his nose. I heard him growl in pain, but he didn't release his grip at all. Instead he carried me off the elevator and onto the deserted 29th floor.
He finally spoke, "Fuckin' up-tight cunt. Go ahead try to escape. You think I haven't been hit in the nose before? You think some skinny cunt like you can get away?"
I said, "please, please, just let me go. I won't say anything."
"I'll let you go, once I'm finished nailing that pussy," he said.
He opened a door and I found us in an empty room with a rug half-deployed on the concrete floor. He spun me around while holding me by the waist. I was too close to knee him in the nuts. Suddenly, he reared back and head-butted me. I saw stars and went sprawling on my back. Then I felt him on top of me. His huge hands wrapped around my throat. I couldn't breathe, so I stopped resisting him. He moved one hand below my skirt and I heard a rip as he tore my panties from my body. He eased his grip on my throat and I inhaled his stench. Then he made a fist and punched me in the face. Again I blacked out. When I regained consciousness, I felt him inside me. My legs were splayed back over my head. I was wedged into the corner of the room. I couldn't move. He was laughing. Then I blacked out completely.
I awoke in the hospital. Supposedly some other worker found me lying there, passed out naked on my back, legs spread wide open. I had been there for two days. Doctors said I was raped repeatedly for more than 24 hours. I also had a shattered cheekbone, a lacerated lip, and needed an emergency tracheotomy to survive.
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Doctors wouldn't let detectives near me for the first week. Then they started interviewing me. Despite my black outs, I was able to piece together what had happened. A woman detective, in particular, was instrumental. Shelly Goslin was her name. She was tireless. About a month after the attack, I was asked to participate in a line-up. They put five men in front of me. When I saw the fifth man, I knew it was him. Mike Degraw. He wasn't even supposed to be in the building that day. The only reason they even caught him was thanks to Shelly's hard work. He had been spotted on one of the video cameras. Shelly had the photo digitally enlarged and computer enhanced. She then interviewed everyone involved with the 29th floor construction project. One of the guys knew Mike. It turned out he had mentioned the project to Mike, and Mike, being the sick creep that he was decided it would be a great opportunity to rape a woman. He was right.
Despite all the physical evidence, Degraw beat the attempted murder rap. They got him for rape and he was sentenced to 15 years to life, eligible for parole after 10. I was devastated. It didn't seem like enough punishment.
It took me 18 months to put my life back together. Other than the physical injuries, there was the mental recovery. I was strong, but violence is a difficult thing to overcome.
I moved out of the city into a remote house in a wooden area. I began trading art on-line through E-bay. Soon I was quite wealthy. I never had to leave me home. I lived a secluded life. My job afforded me the opportunity to work out regularly. I began to get serious about my fitness. I ran 75 to 100 miles a week. I chopped wood in the wintertime. I was a well-oiled machine.
Soon I had a regular visitor. It was Detective Goslin. We had become friends during the trial. In time, we became more than friends. She had dark hair and dark eyes. She cleaned my wounds with her clever tongue. In time, she earned my trust. There was a lake on my property. We would strip our clothing and swim together. Beneath the surface, our thighs met. She was my new life.
Then, the years passed and the news hit. After eleven short years, Mike DeGraw was a free man. I was terrified. But I felt reasonably safe with Shelly. She taught me how to handle a firearm. We owned several guns, the best of which was a custom-made double-barreled sawed-off ten gauge. Shelly had it designed so that both barrels could fire simultaneously. We also installed sensor equipment on our property in case an intruder decided to trespass.
DeGraw was a notorious hard case. He was a gang member in prison. He was part of the Aryan nation. Supposedly he was bald now and had tattoos all over his body. During the trial, I had to take the stand against him. He eyed me fiercely in the hopes of keeping me quiet. But I stood my ground and helped put him away. Without my testimony he might have gone free. As they took him away in cuffs, he yelled out that he'd find me and get me some day. It haunted my dreams. I consider myself a peaceful woman but I wanted him dead. Both Shelly and I were prepared to deal with him if need be.
For now though, we lay in bed and held each other in our arms. We both wore panties and nothing else. This was the way we liked it. It made us both feel feminine. Our lovemaking was amazing. We were just about to peel off our remaining undergarments when the alarm went off indicating someone or something was trespassing on our property. My heart jumped. Could it be? We went into the control room – a modified walk-in closet- and we eyed the monitor. What we saw was chilling. Camera #3 picked up a large bald man approaching the house from the Northeast woods. He was a half-mile away.
It was Degraw. I felt fear, but I also felt a surprising emotion, excitement. This was my chance for revenge. He had no idea what he was up against. Shelly and I had prepared well for this. I took a deep breath. This would take guts, but I was ready. I had trained myself for this moment. I prepared to do what needed to be done.
I stood naked, other than my panties on my front porch. The bald man was 100 yards away and approaching rapidly. As he got closer, I could see a smile on his face. "Hello, cunt. Looks like you're ready for more." The fucking idiot never knew the danger. I could feel the skin around my breast prickle as this dangerous predator came closer.
The eleven years hadn't been good to him. His face was weathered. He had a scar. He was ugly.
When he got 25 yards away, he broke into a run. I stepped to my left and Shelly emerged from the house with a tranquilizer rifle. She aimed and fired. She was a crack shot. The dart hit Mike in the chest. It had enough juice in it to knock out a grizzly bear and it stopped Mike in his tracks,
"You, you, fucking bitch," he said incredulously, looking down at the dart now embedded in his chest. Then he dropped to his knees and fell face-forward onto our front steps.
When he awoke, he found himself back in prison - a different kind of prison. We had tied him up in the woodshed. In our free time, we had designed a steel frame for this purpose. It was fastened to the floor with industrial strength bolts. Mike was tied spread- eagle in the middle of the room. Both of us had spent a great deal of time studying knots for this purpose. There was no way he could ever break free, and just in case he did, one of us would be waiting with the shotgun.
The tranquilizer dart had knocked Mike out for 12 hours. After that, he was woozy for another hour. We let him achieve full consciousness before I approached him with a sharp knife.
I cut every inch of clothing from his body. He thought it was a big joke. "Oh look, the little blonde cunt thinks she's going to get her revenge. You can't hurt me!" he bellowed. Then he strained against the ropes. I said nothing.
When naked, his ugliness really showed. He had big muscles, but his torso was covered with tattoos.
Once I had him naked, his penis grew hard.
"Look, I think he likes being tied up," joked Shelly.
"FUCK YOU CUNT!" he yelled, clearly irritated.
That was enough for me. "Shut the fuck up!" I yelled. Then I stepped forward and I kicked him as hard as I could in his testes. If I had ever felt a more satisfying feeling in my life - at least in the past 11 years - I couldn't remember it. He was totally defenseless, and my kick damn near caused a rupture. He screamed and his body heaved. Then he continued to moan. Both Shelly and I began laughing. After ten minutes he began to recover. "You can't hurt me," he said. So I got up and kicked him again, just as hard. As I did I let out a primal moan. His balls turned purple and swelled up. I think I gave him some internal damage. For the first time he looked at me with scared eyes.
"Mike, you have made your final mistake on earth," I said. I took a whip that was mounted on the wall, and as Shelly watched I began to whip bare ass. "Fuck you! Fuck you! FUCK YOU!" he said.
"You're just making it worse for yourself. You're going to beg me to stop."
"Fuck you," he said again.
Ten minutes later, both of his ass cheeks were bleeding. "Oh gawwwwwwwd," he began to yell. "Please, oh gawwd."
"What did you say," I laughed, not letting up.
"Please, please, D-D-Diane, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please stop."
"Call me 'Mistress Diane.'"
"P-Please, Mistress Diane, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"
"Do you think I care?" I continued to whip him. Soon it became messy. All his screaming and crying was music to my ears.
I put the whip down. Then, I went to the corner and grabbed the dildo. It was 12" long. I wasn't starting with anything smaller. I was going right to the big boy. I would have preferred to not use lubrication, but I figured I might need petroleum jelly. I tipped the steel frame downward so Mike was parallel the floor.
I showed him the huge dildo and he began to scream, "Nooooo! Nooooo!" and strain violently against his ropes. It was the futile struggle of a man who'd been outmaneuvered by the smarter sex. "Oh yes, Mike," I said. "Time for me to rape you.” I smeared a healthy amount of Vaseline on the dildo. "You should be used to this from prison, you fucking faggot!"
The truth was, nobody touched Mike in prison. He was too mean. I was about to pop his cherry, which I thought was fitting.
I mounted him quickly and without fanfare. I had to thrust extremely hard to wedge the giant dildo into his anal cavity. Mike attempted to squeeze his buttocks together to prevent the violation that was about to take place. This gave me an idea. As Shelly cheered me on, I reached beneath his anus and took hold of his swollen testicles. I squeezed them tightly in my hands. It felt so good! In fact, I could feel some moisture trickle between my legs as the animal began yelling in pain. I spoke evenly.
"Mike, spread your virgin asscheeks as far as you can and maybe I won't destroy your balls."
"Noooo!" he yelled, "You fucking c-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" His words were cut off by the pain he must have felt as I squeezed his balls as hard as I could. I pulled my head back and groaned with pleasure. I wondered if his balls would rupture, but before I could find out, I felt his ass cheeks yield momentarily. That was just the opening I was waiting for. Before he could do anything about it, I wedged that giant dildo about an inch into his ass. I was in!
He screamed in protest. But now there was no stopping me. I alternated ball-squeezes with steady pressure on his anus and pressed in another two inches. Then another two. Now almost half way in, I met additional resistance. So I pulled back and began pumping back and forth. By doing it this way, I was able to progressively get deeper and deeper inside of him. I was now fucking the shit out of him. He yelled so loud his voice began to get hoarse.
"I think he likes it," taunted Shelly. "Bang that slut's ass!"
"Is that true?" I asked as I pumped away with unbridled enthusiasm. I slapped his insanely sore ass as I fucked him, which brought more yells of protest.
"Go ahead. Yell as loud as you want. There's nobody around to hear your cries," I taunted. I banged him for 15 minutes straight. He screamed until his was hoarse. I didn’t care. After a while he began to sob. It was perfect! Shelly and I laughed at him.
I decided to take a break. I left the dildo fully embedded in his ass, and Shelly and I went back to the main house. He screamed obscenities at us through his tears and we laughed at him. "How's it feel to have a big dick up your ass, Mike?" I asked.
"Fuck you," he said.
I turned and walked behind him so he couldn’t see me. Then I reared back and kicked him again in his stupid balls, "No, fuck you!" That shut him up.
Shelly and I had some coffee. We kissed each other. For some inexplicable reason we were both hot from what was happening. We took off our shirts and let our nipples touch while we French-kissed each other. Suddenly we were grabbing at each other's pants and we were on the floor of the kitchen. We went at each other ravenously.
When it was over, we decided to watch a movie. We could worry about finishing Mike off later. We both figured we could just let his broken ass suffer for a while.
Unbeknownst to us, our captive had somehow found a way to break free. Ten minutes into the movie there was a mighty crash as the glass of our porch window shattered into a million pieces. A huge naked body came flying into the house. It was Mike! He was holding a big wooden stick. He looked angry. Both of us sprung up off the couch wearing nothing but our panties. How he had broken free was irrelevant at this point. We were now in a struggle for survival.
Mike came running at me with the stick. He was out of control. I was ready for him. He took a mighty swing but I was quick and agile. I ducked him and I allowed his momentum to work against him. He went flying over the couch head over heels and crashed onto the coffee table, which splintered. I think the beating his balls and genitals had taken must have disoriented him a bit. He was momentarily stunned. The guy was a total animal, but we had hurt him. I felt confident we had the upper hand. He was on his hands and knees trying to regain his bearings. Shelly immediately jumped onto his back and put him in a stranglehold. I raced for the counter where the gun was resting.
Mike stood up with Shelly on his back attempting to choke the life out of him. "Yoouuuuuuu fuckinnggg bitches!!" he yelled again and again. "I'll kill you all!"
They battled around the room. I grabbed the shotgun and tried to get a clear shot. Both barrels were fully loaded. Mike was starting to regain his consciousness and Shelly was struggling to hold him. Suddenly, he backed up at a fast rate of speed and ran Shelly right into a wall. She groaned in pain, but somehow held him. Now was my chance. I don't know what came over me, but I knew precisely what needed to be done.
As though she could read my mind, Shelly did one of the most amazing things I've ever seen. Mike was preoccupied with trying to get out of the chokehold she had him in. He had his arms raised high in the air as he attempted to reach behind his head and pry Shelly free. I think Shelly saw me trying to get a clear shot with the shotgun. With her remaining strength, she wrapped her legs around Mike's waist. Her feet came together, trapping Mike's penis neatly between each foot. She pulled up hard on the ugly appendage. In doing so, his swollen balls came forward and stuck out from his body. It was a remarkably athletic maneuver on her part.
The eyes of my lover and I met. An unspoken communication came between us. It was time to do what so badly needed to be done. I stepped forward, and stuck the shotgun directly into his groin. I heard a hollow sound as the barrels of the gun made perfect contact with his swollen balls. Each ball plugged a barrel of the gun like a pair of corks stopping two nice bottles of wine. All three of us stopped for a brief moment in time as we realized collectively what was about to happen.
Then Shelly whispered in his ear, "Eat shit, mutherfucker."
I felt my finger squeeze on the trigger just as Mike began to yell out, "Noo-" BLAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Both barrels of the gun exploded with incredible force. As shotgun went off, I felt an intense wave of pleasure within my vagina. Shelly told me that she did as well. Later, she described the gun blast as "beautifully orgasmic." Then I heard a splat, as buckshot from each barrel turned Mike's testicles into something less than mush. Talk about poetic justice.
A primal female groan of satisfaction came out of my mouth. It was high-pitched, but didn't sound like it came from my body.
Mike made a sound that sounded a little like a baby whimper. He dropped to his knees, then tumbled forward onto his face like a domino. He was finished.
We carried him outside. He was in shock. But we weren't finished with him yet. We tied him up tightly, bounding his hands and his ankles. Then we sat him on a wooden bench. As I'm sure you can imagine, he was bleeding badly. We had to act quickly because I wanted him to be conscious for this final act of punishment that needed to take place. It had already been an incredibly satisfying day and it was time for the coup de grace.
We had prepared for this moment six months ago when we heard Mike might get parole. I had set up pulley system in our back yard. It enabled us to conduct hangings if need be. The need had arisen. I put the noose firmly around Mike's neck and tightened it. His head was down, so I pulled back his head and slapped him hard in the face several times. He began to regain consciousness. "Wh- What the fuck happened."
"You're a eunuch, Mike. I've relieved you of your balls."
He stared at me and the recognition began to hit him. I saw anger but I also saw something else: fear.
"You can't have them back, Mike. Sorry. I've splattered them all over our living room floor. It's a shame too. I was hoping to castrate you and put your balls above the fireplace. It would have been more fitting. Oh well."
He stared at me and said nothing. I could see defeat in his eyes.
"That's right," I said. "You lost, Mike. Now we're ending your pitiful life. You can decide if it's slow and painful, or quick and painful." I laughed at him.
With that, I took a 5-gallon gas tank, opened the container and dumped half of it on his head. He screamed in pain as the gas burned his open wounds. He convulsed and tried to get up but I had stepped away. His hands and feet were tied tight and his neck was in a noose. I walked to a circular crank that controlled the slack in the noose. I gave it a half turn. His head was pulled upwards and he had no choice but to stand up.
Shelly lit a bunch of matches. The implication was clear.
"Mike, you have a choice. You can either apologize to me and I'll end it quickly for you. Or you can be the piece of shit loser you've been all your life and we'll enjoy watching you burn alive."
Now the fear was evident. "I'm sorry!" He said. "Oh gawd I'm sorry." He was crying.
"Not good enough, Mike. I want you to repeat after me. 'I Mike Degraw have been humiliated and defeated by a superior woman. I hereby apologize for my acts of violence and stupidity and accept the punishment carried out by the superior female race.'"
He paused and collected himself. Then to my great joy he said it!
"I Mike Degraw have been humiliated and defeated by a superior woman. I hereby apologize for my acts of violence and stupidity and accept the punishment carried out by the superior female race."
"Very good boy. Good-bye, Mike. Look me in the eyes when I end your life."
With that I cranked the lever several times, hoisting Mike high in the air by his neck. At first he watched me, astonished he'd been beaten. Then he began choking and shaking and convulsing. Then, as Shelly and I watched with moist pussies, urine began to trickle out of his limp, dead penis. It ran down his leg and dripped onto the ground. Soon after, his bowels evacuated. It was over.
I took a fresh book of matches and lit one. I dropped it on the ground below Mike and then watched with sheer joy as his carcass burned and burned and burned.
That night, and for the next two weeks, Shelly and I had the most rapturous orgasms we'd ever had in our lives.
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