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Authors name: Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)
Story title : And Justice For One
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And Justice For One
by Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)
***
Don't be naughty, be nice. (MF, rom, nc, rp, v, oral,
comic books, drugs, toe-sucking)
***
I got the call about 5:45 am. It woke me from a sound
sleep. It was the kind of call no husband, ever wants
to get. The kind of call that hurts you, enrages you,
makes you more violent, more helpless than you ever
thought possible.
"Mr. Pressman, John Pressman? This is officer Sloptvik
with the NYPD Special Victims Unit. I need you to meet
me at Franklin Memorial Hospital. Your wife has been
raped. Her condition is serious, but stable. She's in
room 327."
I was in a fog as I dressed and then drove to the
hospital. "Serious but stable", what the fuck is that?
I soon found out.
I entered room 327 and realized I must have had the
wrong room. An older woman was lying in the bed, she
had bruises all over her face and a cast on her arm.
Clearly she was in a lot of pain. She looked up when I
entered the room.
"Excuse me ma'am I did not mean to disturb you, they
gave me the wrong room #."
She stared at me and as her eyes came into focus, she
began to cry.
"...John..." she groaned in a piteous, cracked voice.
How did she know my...
"Oh my god, oh no god--Susan!" I screamed as I rushed
to her side. I wanted to grab her, to hug and kiss and
hold her...but she was in so much pain. He had beat my
wife badly. I knew enough about rape to understand that
my wife probably did not want a man touching her right
then. It could be awhile before she could stand that.
"John...I'm so sorry....he got me. He raped me. I was
so stupid, he tricked me," she sobbed.
Instinct took over as I gently held the woman I love
and shushed her. "Oh baby girl, please don't say that,
don't ever think it. This is not your fault, the police
will find out who he is from DNA and he will pay."
"John I know who he is, he's a supervisor in my office.
His name is Bruce Kent."
I had a name to focus my hatred on, but I was somewhat
controlled because I knew the police would put him in
Jail.
"I have to tell you what he did, I can't keep this a
secret. John, please let me get it out, I have to. "
I crawled into bed with my wife and wrapped her in my
arms, as gently as possible.
"Tell me baby, tell me what he did to you."
"I had noticed him before. We both worked the 8:30 t0 5
am shift--in different departments. He seemed friendly
enough, and we'd chat briefly sometimes. I told him I
was happily married and he seemed to respect that.
I parked my car and was walking in to work early at
8pm, when I saw him. He had a flat tire on his mini van
and was trying to change it. He called me over and
asked to use my cell phone. When I got close he slammed
me in the face and stomach and pushed me into the van.
Then he drove to the top level of the parking garage.
At that time of night it was only a skeleton crew, and
they all parked near the door on the first floor. I
must have blacked out, because the next thing I knew I
was naked, bound, and blindfolded.
His fucking hands were roaming all over, pinching,
slipping inside me--playing with me. He must have
sucked my breasts for 5 minutes, and he kissed me over
and over.
"Mmm, nice and tight slut, I'm gonna fuck every hole
you have. You're gonna be my whore tonight. Suck my
cock, lick my balls, lick my ass and toes. Anything,
everything I want. If you don't, if you hesitate...I'm
gonna beat the shit out of you. Get me hard bitch, suck
my toes, lick in between them. Do it...DO IT! Ok you
asked for it, " He said with a growl as he began
kicking me, stomping me for my refusal.
"Let's try again. Suck my toes you fucking slut.. Mmm
much better. Every one, use that tongue, lick me good--
don't forget the heel...
Outstanding, see that wasn't so bad. I bet your husband
loves that tiny, wet mouth of yours. Oops look at the
time, I don't want to be late for work, gotta go clock
in. Don't worry I'll be back soon. I'm fucking your
mouth next." He gagged me, and handcuffed me in place.
The van had curtains, and he put one of hose cardboard
sunscreens in the front window. He was gone for about
an hour.
"Hey honey I'm back. I talked to a few people, I
assigned lots of work, and sent several e-mails. I'll
go check on everybody soon. But I'm ready for a hot
Susan Pressman blowjob. I'm taking your gag off again.
The first time you scream, or try to bite, I'm knocking
your teeth out. Now get to work."
I sucked him John, I sucked another man's cock....I was
so scared."
"You did the right thing baby, as long as you survived,
you did the right thing."
My wife seemed to relax a little at my words and just
let me hold her and kiss her hair for a few minutes.
"It took about 10 minutes. After I swallowed his cum,
he said I was a good girl and deserved a reward. For
the next 15 minutes he licked my pussy and nibbled my
clit. I tried not to but, I came for him."
That surprised me at first, I mean, he was raping her!
Then I thought about it. If a woman tied me up and
sucked my cock for 15 minutes....yeah, I'd cum.
"Of course you did baby, anybody would. It's not your
fault." My wife turned her bruised head and gave a
small wet peck on the mouth before saying, "I love
you."
"He left me again this time for about 2 hours." "You
know your dept is pretty pissed at you. You really
should call if you are not coming in. They are buried
in your work. Really Susan it's just good manners. I'm
rested up, and just took a Viagra. It's time I got that
tight pussy and hot little ass."
It was a nightmare. He fucked me over and over. He kept
switching holes. He fucked my ass for awhile, and then
pulled out and made me suck him clean, before he began
pounding my pussy. Cruel, vicious rips--he wanted to
hurt me, to destroy me. The only thing that saved me is
your cock is so much larger than his. Still I wasn't
lubed, so it was incredibly painful. He came inside my
pussy twice in that hour.
"So good sweetheart, I knew you'd be tasty. We're
pretty much done. I still need my ass licked, and I
want to take some pictures. Of course we need to clean
you up too. We'll do that when I come back." Again he
was gone for about an hour. This time he laid me on my
back and made me eat his ass out. He straddled my face
and began to drill me deep.
"I've got 45 minutes before I have to clock out. You
have a decision to make. I want you to make love to me,
suck, kiss, lick, fuck, willingly, wantonly. If you do
when the shift is over, I will let you go. If you
don't, I'll keep you for the whole weekend, maybe let
my friends fuck you too."
I let him have me, I did my best to please him. Every
sex trick I knew, I did for him. He fucked my pussy,
and ass, and I begged him for more like a cheap whore.
Then he started spitting on me, and I opened my mouth.
He spanked my ass, and then started smacking me hard in
the face and I kissed him, I asked him to rape me
harder.
I told him he was the only man I had ever loved and
gave him my wedding ring. He had a digital camera and I
let him spread me, film me, any way he wanted. Oh John
he took so many pictures. I was terrified, I thought he
would kill me. I betrayed you, I betrayed our marriage.
You'll never see ME again, just a stupid, sick bitch
who made love to her rapist," she cried and whimpered
hopelessly.
I was crying too. Something precious had been taken
from us. Maybe after that asshole was sent to jail for
30 years...maybe.
"It's not your fault baby, he'll pay for this I swear
he'll pay."
Bruce Kent was a very smart guy. He had given himself
the perfect alibi. Over a dozen people had seen him
throughout the night. He had sent e-mails all shift
long. He clocked in and out on time. He rinsed out
Susan's pussy, hair, and spit covered face with 2 soapy
squeeze bottles, and made her drink half a bottle of
tequila and 2 valiums when he was done. Then he set her
free, completely naked in an alley several blocks away
just after 5am.
Best of all he did not own, or rent a minivan. Between
his alibi, and Susan's drugged/drunk state, and no
forensic evidence-- the DA decided not to prosecute.
You might fool a lawyer, but the cops know the smell of
shit, they knew he was guilty. Detective Bullock kept
saying "What about her car, why would she leave her car
at work if she was out popping pills and chugging
tequila?"
Every day I looked at my wife and knew she would never
get over this. She jumped at every unexpected sound or
touch. She looked like a broken creature with no self
esteem.
I began to feel like she expected me to do SOMEthing,
to come to her rescue. I tried. I talked to the police,
the DA. I even tried to sue Kent in Civil court. No
luck. My wife could see how helpless, how impotent I
really was. It shamed me.
I decide to do something about it. After all, I knew
his name, and where he worked.
I guess before I explain this, I better explain about
me. And Batman.
Now I'm not talking about that Adam West crap, or the
Scooby Doo guest star. I'm talking about, for lack of a
better word--is the real Batman. The boy whose parent's
brains and blood splattered all over him, when some
piece of shit murdered them for no reason.
He grew into a man who sneered at scum, who liked to
hurt them, scare them, invoke pure terror in them. Call
him by his true name the "Dark Knight". If you've never
met this version of Batman, try reading Frank Miller's
graphic novel "The Dark Knight Returns".
I grew up on it as a kid, I soaked it in as a teenager.
I still remember. No he did not kill--he made crooks
wish they were dead. He made them pay. He was all about
vengeance and justice. It was almost...biblical.
My wife deserved justice, and I would give it to her.
I went to her job and watched her go in early, just
like always. She had refused to quit, she just carried
mace and a security whistle. A few minutes later
asshole showed up. I had taken the bus, from where I
had left my car. I never let him get out. I just hit
him 3 times with my stun gun through his rolled down
window. I pushed him to the passenger side and drove
his fancy, loser sports car out of there. Glad he
sprung for the tinted windows.
It was dark when I pulled into my garage. I unloaded
the trash, handcuffed him , zapped him again and maced
him just for fun. Then I put my gloves back on and
drove to a seedy area, and left the keys in the
ignition. Then I walked 4 blocks uptown to the parking
lot I had left my car in, and drove home.
It was 9:45.
"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey, I said as I kicked Bruce
awake.
We were in my sound proof basement now, and he was tied
naked on the carpeted floor.
"Huh, where am I what did you do? HELP!!"
"SSSSh Brucie, be a good girl for me now. Do you know
who I am? I'm Susan Pressman's husband."
"Nooo! No please I did not do it, I'm so sorry!" he
wailed in contradiction as he pissed himself.
"I've done some research Brucie-girl. The most
expensive call girl I could find was $3,000 per night.
You could do anything you wanted to her but you had to
wear a condom, and if she was injured there was a
$2,000 penalty. So let's do a little math Brucie. I've
decided my wife is worth 10 times any call girl. You
did injure her so that's $5,000 X 10. You owe her
$50,000. You did not use a condom, and let's face it
she is not a call girl--you raped her. I'm going to
charge you $25,000 for that. Her ER, Hospital, and
Physical Therapy came to 28,000--yes insurance paid
most of that, but I am collecting for them too.
"Finally, you just ruined my carpet by pissing on it.
I'm going to charge 5,000 to replace all the carpeting
down here. So....you owe $108,000. A top of the line
call girl gets $5000 to be abused, but you are not top
of the line. I will give you half, $2,500 a session.
You can stay right here until you pay us back, then I
will let you go. I'm gonna enjoy your sweet little
faggot mouth. I don't know if I can stand fucking you--
we will see. Don't worry though Susan's brother Ron, is
gay. I'm sure he will help out once I explain what you
did to his baby sister."
"Please god, please no don't do this to me!!" he
shrieked like a little
girl.
"You got a purty mouth Brucie, and I'm gonna fuck
it...but I think I want my toes sucked first. Lick
between them and don't forget the heel."
Epilogue:
Susan got home around 5:30 and I was just plum tuckered
out.
"C'mere baby we need to talk. I did something tonight
and you need to decide if you want to be part of it. Go
downstairs and look in the basement."
"Ok John, but why are you being so mysterious..."
"John what have you done, Bruce Kent is in our
basement?! Oh my god are you going to kill him? I know
what he did but murder is wrong."
"Such a sweet baby. No I will not kill him unless you
want me to. He raped you, an I will rape him. Susan he
took something precious from you. I want you to take it
back. Rape that piece of shit Susan. Make him scream,
beg, cry for YOU. Shove a dildo up his ass, put his
balls in a vise, slap him kick him, piss on him, shit
on him -- until you feel justice has been done.
Remember how he made you feel, what he did to you for
no reason, and then be fair to him."
My wife tucked her head and cried for a long time. Then
she looked at me and said, "I love you, I can't believe
you did this for me. How long can we keep him?"
The police are not dumb. It was a week before they
began to look for him. The Doorbell rang, It was
Detective Bullock.
"Good Morning Mr. Pressman, do you remember me? I
wanted to alert you that Bruce Kent has gone missing.
Now missing persons cases are no big deal. But murder
investigations are. Do you have an opinion on whether
we will see Mr. Kent again?"
I looked into the cold eyes of the cop before me. He
knew! He knew, and as long as we did not kill him, did
not care.
"Oh his kind are like rats and roaches they always turn
up. I wouldn't be surprised if you found him wandering
the streets naked in a week or so. I would not be
surprised at all."
DET Bullock stared at me for 30 seconds and then a
wicked grin flashed.
"And Justice for All," he said as he turned and walked
away.
Author's Note
I was thinking about comics the other day. Spiderman,
X-men, Daredevil, Hulk, and Punisher. I grew up with
them. They even made comics out of Star Trek and Star
Wars-- all have made mega million as movies, books,
DVDs and video Games.
But when I was a kid the only hero for me was "The
Batman" -- that's the correct way to say it, like a
title, with respect. You never said "The Superman".
Whenever the question came up of "Who would win in a
fight between Batman and Superman (As it always, always
did Ad infinitum, Ad naseaum). I always knew somehow,
some way, The Batman would come through, find a way to
win.
So what would The Dark Knight do if you raped his wife?
Fight you, arrest you? No, he would crush you, he would
find a way to break you--but he would not kill you.
He'd make sure that justice was done.
There, now I can rest easy.
Drop me a line Jaz1701@webtv.net
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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