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Revenge is a Bitch
by Mr. Universe (mr.universe@hush.com)
***
After a humiliating encounter at a local gas station, a
group of men take it upon themselves to extract their
revenge - and fulfill their sexual desires - on the
young woman who unwittingly started it all. (M+/F, nc,
rp, v, tor, oral, anal, bd)
***
Author Note: The following story contains scenes of
intense sexual activities which some readers may find
offensive. If you are offended by explicit sexual acts,
do not read the following text segment. For requests in
other sexually-linked genres, view the similar segment
at the end of the story.
***
Kaelyn muttered something under her breath as she
picked up the window squeegee. A mildly dirty Honda
Accord was parked in front of her. Grumbling, Kaelyn
began soaking the windows as layers of dirt and grit
were carefully removed from the car. Kaelyn had never
particularly enjoyed cleaning anything, especially when
she could be inside the nearby air-conditioned
convenience store buying the evening's supply of junk
food instead. Last time she bet on tails.
Kaelyn was twenty-three years old. She was small for
her age - only a few inches above five feet. She had
long, wavy brown hair that ended somewhere in the
middle of her back, and was constantly brushing smaller
strands out of her emerald green eyes. She wore tight-
fitting denim jeans, which she was told complimented
her tight ass. She also wore a tight cut-off green T-
shirt, which ended right above her midriff. On the
small of her back was a visible tattoo of a Chinese
dragon - a memory of a night involving too much cheap
beer.
Kaelyn knew she attracted sex-driven men like flies.
She had a hot ass, large breasts and looked easy to
manage. She was used to brushing them off, usually by
simply writing down a fake phone number on a scrap of
paper. When four considerably larger men appeared from
around the corner, Kaelyn noted their magnetic
attraction to her chest and prepared for yet another
instance where she had to reject a few social losers.
There were four of them. For a few seconds they chatted
amongst themselves before walking purposely towards
her. Each one looked like they belong as extras from a
cheap gangster movie. They looked slightly more
aggressive than the usual come-ons, but Kaelyn wasn't
particularly worried. It was, after all, only three in
the afternoon. There wasn't anybody in the area, but
most predators preferred to operate at night.
"Hey sweetheart, let me handle that for you," said one
of the men, the apparent leader of the pack. With
obvious ease, he wrenched the squeegee out of her
hands. Kaelyn turned to face him as he began walking
around her car (it was unlocked, with the keys in the
ignition), when two firm hands grabbed her elbows from
behind.
Kaelyn immediately began struggling, but didn't yell.
There wasn't a security camera in the nearby area. She
tried to kick the man behind her in the shins, but her
cheap sandals did little harm. A third man slid in
front of her and began feeling up her sides. Initially
it just tickled her, but then she began to worry as her
began caressing her breasts.
"Oh, you're a pretty one," said the thug, who began
feeling her inner thighs. The two other men came in
around her, the man previously holding the squeegee
began stroking her hair. Kaelyn tried to yell for help,
but felt a large hand clasp over her mouth. The man
behind her had pinned both her arms with one of his,
and was using his bulky hand to gag her.
"And what do we have in here?" said one of the men. She
quickly unbuttoned her jeans and slipped his hand into
her crotch, roughly moving inside her black panties and
firmly grabbing her entire crotch area.
Kaelyn began to shudder. This hadn't happened before.
One of the men had slipped his hands up her T-shirt,
and was pinching her nipples. Another was groping her
ass - thankfully outside the jeans. She couldn't move
or yell or anything. She was completely helpless. How
had she fallen for this so quickly?
Without warning, the man behind her released her. Her
hands free, Kaelyn instinctively slapped the man who'd
been feeling her nipples. The men in front of her took
a step back, if only to see what had happened to their
comrade.
The man who had immobilized Kaelyn was now lying on the
pavement, his hands between his legs, moaning in pain.
Behind him stood a tall woman who had evidently just
kicked him in the groin. She was about a foot taller
than Kaelyn, with straight, shoulder-length black hair
and solid brown eyes. Unlike Kaelyn, she was muscular;
and knew how to fight dirty. It was almost a shame more
thugs didn't find her attractive.
One of the men made to swing at her. In a whirl, a
canister of pepper spray was in her hands, and the
liquid in the man's eyes. He doubled over in pain, only
to be greeted by a rising boot to the face. In what
seemed like only a few seconds - yet an eternity - the
two other men found themselves on the hot pavement,
beaten and bruised in both body and ego.
The woman opened the door to the car and stepped in -
Kaelyn jumped into the passenger's seat. Once inside,
the taller woman turned on the ignition and began
driving away, without so much as a glance the other
way. Kaelyn leaned over and kissed her lightly on the
cheek.
"Thanks for being there," said Kaelyn, gently. She
realized now that her pants were still unbuttoned.
"Hey, if it weren't for you, I'd probably still be some
emo creep who locked herself in her room for days."
Kaelyn laughed at this, in spite of the situation. The
thought of the hulking mass being a stereotypical emo
girl seemed almost unfathomable. Still, it'd been true,
at one time or another.
"So did you get everything for tonight?" asked Kaelyn,
who now noticed a plastic grocery bag in the back seat
of the car.
"Well, not everything," said the woman, suggestively.
Kaelyn smiled again, the grotesque encounter already
fading from memory. The car began heading in the
direction of the local sex toys shop.
***
Bruce glanced at his watch. Half an hour past one in
the morning. The light in the apartment had just been
turned on, and remained on. He dropped his cigarette to
the grass and snuffed it out with his boot. He'd taken
the time to clean up the cut in his shin, but the
movement still stung a little.
There were two apartment blocks separated by a small
park. One of the building was a collection of rooms
that shared a set of common bathrooms. The other
building was a smaller administrative and maintenance
building. Bruce knew that the plumbing was being
replaced in the residential building, meaning anyone
who had to use the washroom would have to cross the
park to the next building.
Bruce knew a little about human nature, and knew what
to expect. Somebody who'd been up past midnight in a
darkened room was trying to slip to the next building.
Thanks to his contact in the tax agency, he had a
pretty could idea who it would be.
Sure enough, three minutes later, the door opened.
Bruce crouched down. The lighting in the park was
horrible, as most of the lamps had been vandalized
months ago. His team head taken care of the rest. The
figure was walking briskly across the gravel path -
difficult to make out. The figure passed the bush he
was crouched behind. It was the brunette. Well, Bruce
thought, that would work just as well.
The girl was wearing only a pair of sandals, a bulky
black hoodie and the same pair of tight denim jeans. He
could barely make her face out, but he knew it was her.
Her ass was the same. Carefully, he pointed a small
flashlight at the sky and rapidly flicked it on and
off.
Kaelyn looked around, unsure if she had seen something
or if it was just a figment of her imagination. She
decided to ignore it, and kept walking in the chilly
night breeze. She had almost reached the opposite
building when a massive force pushed her off the gravel
road and into the near-invisible shrubbery.
This time, she tried to scream immediately.
Unfortunately, the hulking mass had already pinned on
her back to the ground. She felt something being shoved
into her mouth - a rag that tasted like gasoline. The
rag completely packed her mouth, and soon a large roll
of Grey duct tape appeared in front of her eyes.
She couldn't move at all - the body had pinned her arms
and her legs were of no use. The man quickly wrapped
the roll of duct tape several times around her mouth,
sealing it completely. A moment later, several more
layers were applied over her eyes, blindfolding her
completely.
Kaelyn couldn't see or speak. She was flipped over
easily onto her front, where the tape was again used to
wrap her hands and ankles together behind her back.
After a few seconds, the thoroughly trussed girl was
picked up by the thug and spirited to a nearby parked
van, tossed in, and covered with a thick blanket.
Kaelyn had no idea how long the ride lasted. Unable to
budge an inch at all, she realized she had no hope of
escaping. Was this revenge? Could it be? Her head still
throbbed from being tackled to the ground - thinking
logically hurt. She wondered if her roommate would come
looking for her...
The van began crossing bumpy road. Unpaved road. Where
the hell were they taking her? Kaelyn's hooded
sweatshirt was becoming increasingly uncomfortably hot
- not that she had a way to remove it. She sincerely
hoped that her captors chose to keep her clothed.
After another timeless stretch on a bumpy road, the van
came to a stop. Several seconds later, there was the
sound of the back door being unlocked and the blanket
pulled off. Without a word, somebody picked her up and
dropped her over their shoulder. Kaelyn didn't resist -
it would have been futile. Instead, she tried to pay
attention as to where they were going. Her captor was
going down a hill to somewhere - where?
Loud music slammed into her ears as a door opened.
There were sounds of people talking, yelling, movement
- but nobody did anything to help her. Instead, she
felt herself drop down a flight of stairs into what she
presumed to be a basement. Her captor dropped her
unceremoniously to a wooden floor, and somebody pulled
the tape blindfold off her eyes, taking several brown
hairs with them.
Kaelyn recognized the four men before her in an
instance. They were the ones who had tried to grope her
earlier in the day - or was it yesterday yet? Two of
them had visible black eyes, and one had a massive
bruise on the side of his bald head. And they did not
look happy.
"Alright, you little bitch," said the skinny one,
dropping down to her level and grabbing her jaws with
one hand, applying pressure. "You could have made this
easy, but that's tough luck for you. Before we get
started, we have to show you what happens if you've
been bad."
One of the men with black eyes flipped her over and
used a knife to cut the tape binding her hands
together. Kaelyn didn't try anything - that would have
been stupid. The man stood her up and pulled out a pair
of steel handcuffs. Looping them over a solid lead
pipe, he cuffed her hands together overhead, making
sure they were tight and locked. Kaelyn's feet barely
reached the floor, and the strain on her arms was
already noticeable.
"We have to make sure you don't do anything stupid in
the future," said the skinny man. The man unbuttoned
her tight denim jeans for the second time, carefully
slipping his fingers in the minute crack between the
pants and her skin. With noticeable difficulty, he
managed to pull the tight pants to the floor. He
slapped her ass, indicating for her to raise her legs
so he could toss them aside.
Kaelyn was left with her crotch being only covered by a
thin, jet black pair of panties. The man smiled as he
slid his fingers over her ass, firmly grabbing the edge
of the panties. With one swift jerk, he pulled the
panties clear off the girl, which he tossed to one of
the nearby henchmen.
Kaelyn instinctively pulled her thighs close together,
although nobody stopped her. The skinny man pulled out
a what appeared to be a black riding crop. After
looking over the instrument a few times, the man walked
behind her. Kaelyn tried to brace for the impact,
although the sharp sting on her rear end was like
nothing she'd felt before.
She tried to scream, but the thick tape/cloth gag
inhibited her from doing that. Instead, only a muffled
yelp could be heard. Tears formed in her eyes as, lash
after lash, the riding crop raced into her soft flesh.
After what was actually fifty strokes but felt like a
million, the man stopped. He stepped in front of
Kaelyn, the riding crop clearly visible in the eyes of
the silently sobbing girl.
"If you should think of disobeying us in the future,
may that be remembered as a sample of what is to come,"
said the man. He made a motion. In a few seconds, the
tape sealing her mouth shut was removed, and the
soaking wet gag was pulled out. Contrary to the movies,
Kaelyn said nothing. She was too beaten to think of
anything.
"Do you know how to please a man?" asked the skinny
thug. He was softly stroking her brown hair, which had
become a tangled mess after being trapped twice in duct
tape. Kaelyn thought this was rhetorical. It wasn't.
Angrily, the man stepped behind her and swung at her
ass again. "Answer me!" he demanded. Kaelyn gave a
brief yelp at the sensation.
"No," she murmured. The riding crop hit her again on
the ass. "No sir," she said again, louder this time.
"Why not?" the man asked. "You're attractive, and at
you're age, you're certainly not a virgin."
"I'm not into guys," murmured Kaelyn. And it was true.
"I've never been." There were quiet murmurs around the
small audience.
"Well, this is interesting," said the man. "You'll have
to learn quickly. Greg - she's yours first."
Kaelyn let out a small moan as her hands were uncuffed
from the ceiling. Immediately thereafter, her hands
were cuffed behind her back as she was forced to her
knees. One of the burly men with a black eye stepped
forward. Without saying anything, he dropped his jeans
and boxers, revealing a penis that looked like it
belonged in a Viagra commercial.
"Suck it," he said. Kaelyn didn't quite know what to
do. The reproductive organ was only inches from her
face. She'd never given a blow job - or any kind of sex
- to a male before. She only knew what she'd seen in
cheap pornography films she sometimes downloaded. Well,
it didn't look to hard...
She engulfed the man's penis in her mouth, careful to
keep her teeth from touching it. She carefully rocked
back in forth, letting her tongue play over the hard
rod. She pretended it was a hot dog. An insanely large,
intrusive, hot dog.
After a few minutes, Kaelyn felt an eruption. The man's
semen squirted out had high speeds. Some of it went
down Kaelyn's throat, but she pulled her head back
instinctively. The remainder of the white liquid
splashed across her face, soaking her surprisingly
well.
The man pulled up his boxers and picked up his jeans.
He glanced at her oddly as she tried to wipe her face
on the cloth of her sweater.
"For a first time, that was pretty good," he said, and
left the room. After a brief pause, a second man walked
up.
"That emo hoodie's got to go," he said. Smiling, he
drew a switchblade and cut the sweater neatly off her
back, barely missing her skin. The tattered garment
fell to the ground, revealing a tight, black bra.
The man smiled as he walked in front of her. He slid
his index finger in-between the small strap connecting
the two black cups of the bra together. Curling his
finger, he yanked away from her chest as hard as he
could. The straps across her back strained for a brief
moment, then snapped clear off.
The man stepped over her, and attached a brown leather
collar around her neck. Carefully, he attached a small
lock to the collar, binding it in place. The collar in
place, he clipped on a length of chain via a G-ring in
the collar, connecting the chain then to a small ring
on the floor. The chain was only a few inches long,
forcing Kaelyn to press her forehead to the ground. A
moment later, a bright red ballgag was forced between
her teeth and strapped tightly behind her head.
In this position - doubled over, with her hands cuffed
behind her back and her legs still bound together by
duct tape - Kaelyn knew what was going to happen. It
was so obvious. She moaned, even before the man knelt
down to her level.
The anal penetration was amongst the most uncomfortable
things she'd ever experienced. The man seemed to almost
celebrate every thrust of his pelvis, and Kaelyn simply
moaned, a pool of drool forming from her ball gag.
Having no control of the situation simply made it
worse. Thrust after thrust, Kaelyn felt the man
penetrate her.
After what seemed like an eternity, the man withdrew
his erect and squirting penis for the last time.
Without so much as looking at the woman he'd violated,
the man pulled up his trousers and left the room. There
were three large men still staring intently at her, and
Kaelyn's eyes were red from silent sobbing, her
normally sleek brown hair tangled and clumped from the
tape and sweat.
One of the three men carefully unclipped the chain
tethering her neck to the floor, but didn't undo the
collar. Instead, he drew his knife and slashed the tape
binding her legs and used a small key to open the
ridiculously tight handcuffs. Kaelyn knew she should
have tried to run, but she was too physically and
mentally exhausted for such a task.
The man pushed her flat on her bag, and pulled out a
spool of fine white rope from a hook on the wall.
Methodically, he tied a tight loop around each of
Kaelyn's wrists and ankles, and then neatly tied the
ends of the rope lengths to nearby hooks. A minute or
two later, when he was finished, the captive was bound
nude and spread-eagle on the cold floor.
Instead of instantly penetrating her like she'd
expected, the man simply stripped nude and crawled on
top of her. Kaelyn tried half-heartedly to shift about
as he tried to burrow his face between her breasts, or
simply grope his way from the backs of her legs to her
ass to her armpits. The man seemed to stroke every
square inch of her skin, although always tenderly, as
if he were petting her.
Then he slid back, placing one leg on either side of
her small hips. His penis - which had been noticeably
poking her the entire ordeal - was now thrust into the
one orifice that hadn't yet been violated. Kaelyn
moaned and the man started laughing quietly.
Kaelyn was a virgin. She'd never had any sort of sex
with a guy ever before. As such, the sexual pleasures
the rapist received were far greater than a normal
prostitute. And unlike a cheap whore, Kaelyn seemed to
have class. The sensations on both sides were
fantastic. The man moaned in pleasure, whilst Kaelyn -
the red ball gag still firmly in place, quietly moaned
in agony.
Finally, the man withdrew, ejaculating sperm all over
Kaelyn's face. Maybe she wouldn't be pregnant. She
certainly hoped not. As the man left, Kaelyn absently
wondered how much time had passed. Minutes? Hours?
There were no windows and clocks of any sort in the
room, and time seemed to vanish during sexual
intercourse.
The two men remaining seemed to smile, although Kaelyn
couldn't see them. Instead of one man stepping forward
like before, one man made sure the door leading out of
the basement was shut, whilst the other cut her free of
her ropes and stood her up on her feet. He then pulled
out the same pair of handcuffs as before, and bound her
hands in the same overhead fashion. Kaelyn wondered if
they were going to spank her again, but their
intentions were far more sinister than that.
The man who had shut the basement door returned with a
second pair of handcuffs, which he used to bind her
legs together and tether to the floor. The nude, soaked
Kaelyn wasn't quite sure what the men were doing. One
was on either side of her, and both had stripped below
the waist. Unfortunately, she didn't have a very deep
knowledge of multiple-party sex.
Simultaneously, one man thrust up her ass whilst the
second thrust into her vagina. Kaelyn tried to scream,
but only succeeded in biting on the ball in her mouth.
Her senses were extremely alert as the men - perfectly
in sync - raped her from the front and back. The
sensation was too much for her to handle, and Kaelyn's
vision blacked out as the men overloaded the exhausted
girl.
***
Kaelyn awoke several hours later, or so she assumed.
None of the men from the previous sessions were
present. Kaelyn tried to move, but found herself bound
hand and foot to a wooden chair, with a ball gag
stuffed in her mouth. She wasn't even surprised. Her
clothes - or their tatters - were piled in a nearby
corner. At least she was dry.
The door leading out of the basement opened, and two
men walked in. Neither paid much attention to her.
Behind them was a staggering form that Kaelyn
recognized immediately, even with the burlap sack over
her head.
The men pushed her roommate to her knees before Kaelyn
and pulled off the sack. The tall, black-haired,
courageous woman was kneeling before her. Her hands,
elbows, knees and ankles were all tightly handcuffed,
and a black muzzle gag and matching shock collar were
strapped over her face. She didn't have any obvious
emotions on her face.
"The fucking little bitch came here to make a bargain
with us," said one of the men, who Kaelyn saw had a
black eye. "Gullible little retard."
"So now," said the other man, "we can have even more
fun. We're having another party tonight, and we've got
some rather important people coming over. Jack and I
are going to have to give you two a crash course on
male pleasing," said the man.
"You weren't bad last night, but trust me, we know you
can do much, much better."
END
This story was written by Mr. Universe. For feedback of
any kind (comments, suggestions, criticism, requests),
feel free to e-mail me at: mr.universe@hush.com
This story was a request. If you would like to request
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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