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Justice
by Maria Rendes (mariarendes@yahoo.co.uk)
***
A woman finally gets justice after being horrifically
raped. (MF, nc, rp)
***
"Guilty." Libby's knees buckled under her, and she
collapsed. She would have hit the floor had it not been
for the strong arms of her best friend holding onto to
her as the verdict was read out.
Months of court, testimonies, and horrible re-accounts
had finally paid off. The physical scars were slowly
healing, but the real scars ran far deeper. Months,
maybe years of therapy could never erase or ease the
memories of that dreadful night.
Every time Libby closed her eyes, she could see his
face. The menacing look in his eyes penetrated into her
soul. Knowing he would be behind bars did little to
comfort her. She wanted the pain to go; she wanted to
be that happy, cheerful girl she had been before
meeting him.
Seeing the smirk on her attacker's face for the last
time just brought the memories flooding back. She
wanted to throw up, but most of all, she wanted to
crawl away into a tiny hole and disappear from the
world.
Libby had never been too sociable. Painfully shy, she
preferred her books rather than clubbing like some of
her friends. Her looks were never a priority either.
She believed a woman had to be intellectual rather than
beautiful. An opinion which always got debated when she
would watch her friends get dressed to go out on the
town.
Now that she had turned 21, something inside of her had
changed slightly. Although conservative in her
thoughts, she had begun to climb out of the little
shell she used to shield herself from the world.
The way she dressed had become more daring she
experimented with colours and styles which a few months
ago would have laughed at. Maybe the reason behind this
change had been the relationship she had embarked upon.
She had met a guy at her uni, and things had moved very
fast for her. Before she knew what was happening, she'd
find herself in his bed week after week practicing the
arts of love-making.
At first is had been exciting. The secret rendezvous',
phone calls late at night, and the hot steamy sex had
somehow liberated Libby from her former self. However
she began to feel that this guy didn't want emotions to
interfere with their fun.
As much as she wanted her head to take control, her
heart always won. After months of booty calls and guilt
she ended the relationship. That's when the nights of
tears began, a realisation that he had meant more to
her, than she to him.
However she had to be strong, there was so much for her
to live for. She had her life planned out before she'd
met him. All she could do was to put him down as life's
little experience that got thrown to her. She had
enjoyed their time together, but it could never be
anything more. She had decided after giving him her
most treasured possession that she would tell no-one,
and she never did.
Her friends had noticed a slight change in their
friend, and assumed that she had finally realised that
life meant more than books and good grades. They liked
the new Libby. She was fun and full of life.
After begging and pleading with her, Libby finally
agreed to go out to a club since she was 18. After many
hours of deliberating on what to wear, she decided to
go for the black dress which was simple yet sexy,
moulding itself to the curves of her body. She resolved
to smoke her eyes with black pencil. For some reason
tonight she felt daring. Who knew what fate had in
store for her.
As usual her friends met up with her fashionably late
outside the club. As they walked into the club, nearly
every guy turned and looked at Libby. She was looking
incredibly beautiful tonight, yet she was totally
unaware. Every woman envied her, and every guy wanted
to be by her side.
He started at her feet and moved his eyes slowly up the
shapely flesh of her naked legs and his eyes moved up
past her waist to the tight fitting, low cut dress. Her
firm breasts swelled against the material. His eyes
lingered on the visible cleavage and tops of her tits.
Finally, her drew his eyes higher and swept up across
her chest to her cute face. Framed by her long brown
hair. God she was to die for.
They walked over to the bar, and began to order drinks.
The music was soothing, and all around her people were
swaying to its rhythm. She didn't notice the dark eyes
watching her from across the room nor the evil smile
that curled around his lips.
He walked up to her and asked for a dance, but she
rejected him flatly. She didn't trust him, and she was
right. There was something eerie about him, and she
didn't like the way his eyes turned dark with anger and
lust at her refusal.
Libby did her best to have a good time with her
friends. She had many dance partners and wasn't short
of attention, nor the odd cheeky grope of her ass.
However as time wore on, she became tired and told her
friends that she would start to head off for home.
Saying her goodbyes, she exited the club and headed for
her car. She could have sworn she heard footsteps
behind her and normally she didn't mind walking by
herself, but something just didn't feel right in the
pit of her stomach. Shuddering with unexplained
uneasiness she began to walk faster imagining the nice
hot bath she would have when she got home.
She could just see her car in view when she felt rough
hands grip her shoulders and spin her around. "What
the…?!" She cried out but she was pushed up hard
against a car where the breath was knocked out of her.
The dark figure from the club loomed in front of her.
Libby drew in a breath to scream but his hand clapped
over her mouth.
He grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed her down
onto the cold hard ground. Moving quickly, he forced
her on her back and climbed on top, pinning her smaller
frame beneath him. She squirmed against him and pushed
at his chest, trying to push him away.
"No!" she screamed at him as she beat at his shoulders
feebly. He grinned down at her. "Got off or I'll
scream." She began to punch him wherever she could. She
was like a wildcat clawing and biting. He managed to
grab both her wrists and push them above her head,
squeezing them tightly till she stopped struggling from
the pain.
"Get off me you bastard!!" Libby tried to push herself
up. She suddenly gasped when she recognised the guy
from the club. He realised it too.
Suddenly he began to get really rough. He pushed the
hem of her dress up her thighs, and grabbed the front
of her dress and tore it in half then began to rip at
her tights, marring her smooth skin in the process.
Seeing how firm and supple her youthful body was
ignited his anger towards her. In his rage he grabbed
her bra and snapped it off to reveal her ample breasts.
His actions really started to frighten her, and then
the real fear began to kick in.
"Right bitch, I want my fun," he said coldly. "Those
tits look great."
His hands grabbed her breasts roughly, pulling her
nipples. His mouth came down and captured a nipple,
biting roughly and pulling back. Libby tried to arch
her back and follow him, to relieve the pain on her
nipple. His hands roughly pushed her shoulders back
down.
The attacker turned and did the same to the other
breast. His wet tongue licked at the hard red nipples
pulling the soft skin. She wiggled, trying to stop the
white hot pain in her breasts. She felt dizzy, it hurt
so much!
He looked up and saw the pain in her eyes. His own
started to blaze with the fires of fury. He moved back
between her legs and that devious grin slid across his
face again.
She opened her mouth to let out a bellow but before she
could finish taking a breath he smashed his lips into
hers, filling her mouth with his tongue. Her eyes
widened in shock. She lay there stunned as her attacker
kissed her, exploring her mouth. She bit down on his
lip, hard. The salty taste of blood hit her tongue
before he snapped his head back and howled at her.
"Fucking whore!" he backhanded her. Initially he had
wanted to fuck her long and slow, but now she would
have to pay for that. He ripped off her panties then
reached down undoing his jeans. She felt the hard hot
length of him on the inside of her right thigh. "No,
please..." She whispered.
He started working a finger in and out of her pussy
rubbing against the dry insides. Libby screamed in pain
as it penetrated deeper. In and out he pushed it, his
thumb working on her clit trying to get her to
lubricate. "Come on little girl, loosen up". He wanted
to tear apart this wench who had refused him earlier in
the evening.
He forced her thighs further apart and positioned his
cock right at the entrance to her pussy. She fought and
twisted, trying to break free, not let him inside of
her. He watched her face as she registered the
intruder. He grabbed both her legs behind her knees and
pushed her wide open before plunging into her, tearing
her open and apart in one thrust. Nine inches was
buried into her, filling her.
She screamed in terror and in pain as he wrapped his
arms around her shoulders and ground her body into his
own. Her cunt was still dry as he buried his face in
her hair and began to brutally pound into her. He
thrust as hard as he could and as deep as he could. His
hands began to bruise the tender flesh of her breasts
as he began to pull on her nipples and bite them.
Libby grunted as she took each stroke, one direction
filled completely, another nearly emptied. This was in
pure heaven as he attacked her cunt like a wild animal.
He could feel her hot body beneath him and feel her
bare breasts against his chest while he fucked her like
a man possessed.
When would this torture end? Libby closed her eyes and
tried to be far away, but the pounding cock in her
pussy kept her too close to reality. There was nothing
she could do. Pinned beneath her attacker, her legs
spread wide while his hips and ass pumped in and out of
her, she couldn't even move, let alone try to help the
process along to ease the never ending pain. It didn't
matter, though. Within minutes she heard him grunt and
felt his entire body stiffen as his cock plunged in to
the hilt one last time as he shot his seed into her
grunting and moaning with pleasure.
She could feel load after load shoot into her raped
pussy. His grip on her breasts relaxed and he let go of
her as his cock slipped from her. He collapsed on her;
she felt his weight crushing her. She cried, tears
streaming down her face. The pain! She hurt so badly!
Libby felt herself slipping into darkness.
***
When she did manage to open her eyes, the intensity of
the siren lights hurt. She looked around to find her
best friend Carmen was sitting at her side, tears
streaming down her face. She had left an hour after
Libby, but when she saw her car she knew something was
terribly wrong.
She found Libby not far where the car had been parked.
Her initial reaction had been a scream of horror, then
a call to the police and for an ambulance. There was so
much blood on her friend's battered and bruised body.
The paramedics were surprised she had survived her
ordeal.
"Carmen, help. Someone attacked me," her throat was
hoarse from all the crying. Her whole body screamed out
in pain.
"Honey the police are here. Everything will be
alright," Carmen's soothing voice was the last thing
Libby heard before blackness consumed her once more.
END
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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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