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Sweet Revenge
by LyndyB (lynda.brown13@yahoo.co.uk)
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Set-up by a former friend, Alison. An attractive 19
year-old, Female British tourist is caught smuggling
drugs while on vacation in South America. She is
sentenced to a Judicial Caning followed by a long term
of imprisonment. The story goes on to describe the
likely fate that will befall the teenager, while serving
her sentence, which included regular beatings, rape and
pregnancy. (M+/F-teen, nc, rp, v, bd)
***
As the rays of the mid-day sun beat down upon the
crowded golden sands of the South American holiday
resort, a small group of three female British tourists
were taking advantage of the conditions, after splashing
about for sometime at the water's edge, they were now
sitting together, under the shade of a large parasol,
drinking, and relaxing at a beach-side bar.
Tomorrow they would be catching their flight home to the
UK, two of their party, Amelia; an 18 year old brunette
with hazel eyes and Sandra, an 18 year old blue-eyed
blonde were lost in thought, reliving their holiday
experiences of the past few days, but Dark-haired 19
year-old Alison, the third member of the group, was
thinking only about Michael; the 6ft 2" Blonde-haired,
Blue-eyed hunk, she’d so reluctantly left behind; she
could still feel the embrace of his strong arms, could
still feel his tongue searching for hers, the deep and
passionate kiss that held the promise of so much more!
They had only been together as a couple for a few days,
and a series of unfortunate events had conspired to
prevent them from being alone together, as a result,
they were still to consummate their union. Alison was
understandably, and eagerly looking forward to the
flight home, she was so excited at the thought of being
with Michael once again.
As the three friends continued to day-dream, each one
lost in their own thoughts, the fourth member of their
party, who had not accompanied them on the grounds that
she’d had a slight headache and was going back to bed to
sleep it off, was in fact, at this particular moment,
performing tongue aerobics with a stud of her own; she
had gone back to bed, but she was not alone, and she was
certainly not sleeping!
21 year-old Lynda Brown, a slim and extremely attractive
Brunette and ruggedly handsome Paul Rutledge, had met as
Paul still naively believed, by chance, at a local bar
during the second night of the girl’s holiday. Paul was
in the habit of frequenting this particular bar, which
was well known to be the local haunt of most of the
staff from the office of the British Consul.
Through discreet and seemingly innocent enquiries, Lynda
had soon ascertained that Paul was the agent charged
with representing the rights of British nationals should
they fall foul of the local laws and customs; as this
man was essential to her plans, she turned on the charm
and the sex offensive and set to work.
It soon became obvious to Lynda however, that Paul
Rutledge was already a man of extremely dubious
character, unscrupulous and self-serving, she was
surprised that such a man had achieved such a position
of trust within the diplomatic office, this however
suited her plans admirably, she knew that providing she
keep him ‘sweet’, Paul would not be averse to helping
her bring about certain situations and scenarios that
she deemed vital and necessary in achieving her goals
and plans.
It was now very nearly 3 weeks since the party and
still, the burning hatred that Lynda felt towards the
bitch that had ruined her life had not dissipated, if
anything it had been building and growing stronger day
upon day to reach its current state of pure loathing, a
loathing that was now becoming very hard to conceal.
The party, where she was going to meet Michael for the
first time in the flesh; after months of chatting and
flirting with each other, ‘on-line’ she was finally
going to meet him at last! Michael, the man of her
dreams, the man whose picture adorned all four walls of
her bedroom; that she was in love with him; she had not
the slightest doubt.
She recalled again with rising bitterness, how Alison,
her co-worker and subordinate, had listened intently
while she’d excitedly re-laid to her all the details of
her on-line romance; the bitch had even offered to help
smooth the way by chatting to Michael herself, she’d
promised to do everything she could to help their
romance blossom, and on the strength of that promise,
Lynda had rather rashly given Alison all of Michael’s
on-line chat details.
Then came the day of the party, where they were to meet
for the first time, the party where she witnessed the
treachery of her so-called friend, where she saw
Michael, the man of her obsessive dreams, locked in an
amorous embrace with Alison, her friend! Utterly
devastated and distraught, her eyes blinded by tears,
she’d slipped quietly away from the party, and driven
home.
Shock and deeply distressed as she was, she eventually
managed to pull herself together. She began to feed off
her feelings of cold hatred and a burning need to be
avenged. With a huge effort of will, just one day later,
through an exhibition of enormous self control, she even
managed to congratulate the happy couple on having found
each other. She then set to work reassuring a guilty and
remorseful Alison, that there really were no hard
feelings, "it had after all, only been an internet
romance, I’ve moved on now" she assured her unsuspecting
former friend.
But Lynda had not moved on; she was determined that
Alison should suffer the fate of the damned, she’d hit
upon the idea that a previously arranged holiday to
South America, with Alison and two other friends, now
less than two weeks away, would provide an ideal
environment in which to enact her revenge.
Paul Rutledge was in heaven, he looked down at the
bobbing head of the gorgeous 21 year-old brunette, as
her luscious lips slid back sensuously along the shaft
of his rigid cock, he could feel his approaching orgasm
starting deep in his balls, he knew that the girl would
not pull away, even when she felt the torrent of sperm
pulsing its way towards release, she would clamp her
lips tightly over his spurting, erupting cock and gulp
down his potent load as though it were the sweetest
honey, slurping and sucking until she had taken every
drop that he had to give.
Ok, she was using him to get what she wanted, he knew
that, but providing this luscious bitch with a few
favours was definitely worth the return he was now
enjoying; and so what if in bending the rules it meant
the ruination of some 19 year-old slut bitch, he’d
probably enjoy the intrigue of setting her up, the bitch
meant nothing to him and just as Lynda had said,
probably deserved everything she was undoubtedly going
to get.
As Lynda encouraged another copious ejaculation into her
sweet mouth, and felt the salty cum begin sliding down
her throat; once again and for the hundredth time, her
mind went back to the departure lounge at Birmingham
International; Alison and Michael, kissing passionately
to the backdrop of raucous laughter and crude comments
from Amelia and Sandra "get a room why don’t you!" Well
tomorrow she was going to be avenged, and the bitch
wouldn’t even see it coming.
As the four girl’s were passing through customs, Lynda
was trying desperately to remain calm, any moment now
and all the planning, the intrigue, the countless hours
spent gathering information, would start to pay
dividends. She watched as Alison proceeded in front of
her to the customs desk and heard her state quite
innocently that she had nothing to declare. The customs
official decided to search her baggage anyway, as Lynda
knew that he would, having been tipped off in advance by
one of Paul’s unsavoury associates.
It had been relatively easy to obtain the cocaine and it
had been just as easy for Lynda to wait for an
opportunity to conceal it in Alison’s suite-case. As the
poor unfortunate Alison was taken away by the police,
Lynda generously volunteered to stay behind and do all
she could to help their friend, assuring the other two
girls that it must be a simple misunderstanding and
they’d soon establish her innocence.
It was around 10.30 in the morning when Paul Rutledge
was informed that his services were required, he made
his way to the local police station to represent and
interview a Miss Alison Williams a 19 year old British
National accused of drug-smuggling.
The interview with the unfortunate girl took place in a
dingy office that was really little more than a cell,
even down to the concrete floor and the bars across the
windows. Paul listened dutifully and patiently to the
frightened and confused girl, as she tearfully pleaded
her innocence; waiting for her to calm down and
eventually ask him the inevitable question, "what should
I do and what will happen to me now?"
Adopting his most sympathetic voice he replied, "I am
sorry to tell you Miss Williams that you are in a great
deal of trouble; Her Majesty’s Government has very
little influence in this Country, in fact relations
between our two countries could be best described as
positively hostile. I am therefore limited to giving
advice only I’m afraid.
"As you may know, drug smuggling in this part of the
world is viewed very seriously indeed; as the drugs were
found in your suite-case and as the opening of your case
was filmed and recorded by closed circuit cameras, I’m
sorry to inform you that as far as the authorities are
concerned the case against you is already proven.
"As far as what will happen next is concerned, you will
shortly be taken before the court to enter your plea,
you must that you are either Guilty or Not-guilty of the
charges against you. A not guilty plea is something that
I would strongly advise against, if the judge rules that
you are guilty as charged, you could face a substantial
prison sentence, which in this extremely back-woods
country is to be avoided at all costs; female prisoners
here are subjected to unspeakable inhumanities such as
regular beating and gang-rapes; there is as well the
usual sanction here of severe corporal punishment, which
is virtually automatic in a case such as yours."
As Paul continued to spout his words of wisdom, he
observed with satisfaction that the dark-haired beauty
in front of him had turned extremely pale; the truthful
prognosis of beatings, corporal-punishment and rape had
frightened the girl almost out of her wits, he allowed
himself a slight smile, as he continued, "A plea of
Guilty is your best option, if you show the right level
of contrition the court may go easy on you, and they may
appreciate the fact that you are not going to waste the
courts time with a not-guilty plea; as a result you will
probably be deported immediately and banned from
entering the country ever again, much the best option
I’m sure you will agree.
"There are of course no guarantees in cases such as
these, but my experience would lead me towards advising
you to plead Guilty." He paused here to allow the poor
distressed girl a few moments to absorb his words, and
then continued "the court hearing is due very shortly
Miss Williams, having listened to the options. How do
you wish to plead?"
As Paul waited for her to answer, he could feel his
heart hammering against his chest, would she take the
bait, or would she realise somehow that she was being
set-up for a very big fall; if she followed his advice,
which was the truth turned upon its head, then the local
travesty of a so-called court of law would, he knew,
view her admission of guilt as a demonstration of her
contempt for the laws and customs of their country, and
the poor frightened 19 year old would soon be in big,
big trouble.
As Paul looked upwards to the public gallery of the
court, he caught site of Lynda, and they exchanged a
series of significant and knowing looks; Lynda of course
had been kept informed as the proceedings had
progressed; both parties knew that the moment of truth
was approaching. Between Lynda’s legs her knickers were
damp with sexual arousal; it was all she could do to
prevent herself rubbing at the nerve centre of her
swollen, wet pussy.
Paul was also feeling a little self conscious, he hoped
that the act of tucking his semi-hard cock between his
legs would be sufficient to hide the fact that he too
was in a state of sexual arousal. As soon as the
terrified dark-haired, 19 year old girl, had been led in
to the dock, there followed a short pause before the
charges against her were read out, she was then asked in
broken English by the clerk, "How do you plead" Both
Paul’s and Lynda’s eyes were riveted upon each other,
both were nearly overcome with feelings of lust-full
evil, as they heard the one word reply that signalled
poor Alison’s doom. "Guilty."
The three presiding male judges looked dumfounded at the
girl before them in the dock; an excited but carefully
subdued whispering had broken out from the floor of the
court, as well as incredulous grunts and gasps of
amazement from the public gallery. Clearly this court
was not used to hearing admissions of guilt!
Recovering themselves, the three male judges began to
confer in their local language. After some moments, the
senior judge present addressed the court, he spoke
surprising good English, which left a devastated Alison
in no doubt’s as to her fate! "You have pleaded Guilty
to that most heinous of crime’s, drug-smuggling;
furthermore, you have done nothing to conceal from us
your obvious contempt for the laws and customs of our
country; for these reasons we have decided to make an
example of you; it is hoped that others of your kind
will think twice before being foolish enough to disobey
our laws; You are therefore sentenced to serve a period
of imprisonment, without the possibility of early
release or parole, this period to be not less than 10
years in duration!"
Lynda felt that she was close to flooding her knickers,
she was near delirious with lustful excitement, but the
judge, much to everyone’s surprise, continued,
"Furthermore, it is the sentence of the court that you
be subjected to 100 Strokes of the Reformatory Cane; the
punishment is to be carried out in full public view,
during the next 48 hours."
The exclamation of "Court Adjourned" could just be heard
above the screams of panic and distress emanating from
the distraught prisoner, as she was literally dragged
from the court room.
Just 24 hours later, with Paul’s help and influence, not
to mention a substantial bribe; Lynda was thrilled to
attend a specially arranged private interview with her
former friend.
Shortly before the interview was due to take place, and
at the cost of another small bribe, Lynda had arranged
to have Alison sedated. She didn’t want the girl out
cold, but she didn’t want to be constantly interrupted
by the snivelling little bitch pleading her innocence
and begging for mercy either. This was Lynda’s moment;
she’d been waiting for this. Now, Lynda would gleefully
inform Alison of the game she’d been playing, the
planning and scheming, the specially weaved web, of lies
and deceptions, designed at each stage to destroy her
future and consign her to a living, nightmarish hell.
Paul had been happy enough to provide Lynda with the
details of how Alison’s life would probably pan-out from
this point, and Lynda felt it only fair that before she
flew back to the UK at the end of the week, she should
enlighten her former friend as to what she could expect
during the next 10 years of her imprisonment!
"Of course 10 years is a very long time," she told
Alison, who had no option but to sit and listen, as she
was cuffed and secured to her seat in one of the prisons
many interview rooms, that she’d been drugged was
obvious, but she was clearly capable of understanding
what Lynda had say, as she smilingly continued, "Of
course you will be expected to be ‘productive’ while you
are a guest; here in the prison, as I understand it this
establishment provides a very profitable ‘side-line’
service to the mostly undesirable but horny gentlemen of
this community and its surrounding districts.
"Just imagine it my dear... for a pretty, young, slim
and attractive girl such as yourself, they’ll be queuing
up, literally falling over themselves in their eagerness
to get their cocks into you; the unlucky ones will
certainly return again, night after night until they too
get to fuck you. I am reliably informed that a young
girl like you can easily expect to be fucked by the
throbbing, pulsing and spurting cocks of 8 to 10 punters
each and every day.
"Of course there will be times dear Alison when you
won’t be quite so productive, when you’re pregnant for
example, as obviously you can’t take all those cocks
depositing their potent loads of sperm inside you,
without getting caught now and again, but as soon as you
give birth and provide this fine establishment with yet
another extremely lucrative source of income from the
‘no questions asked’ sale of the your resulting off-
spring, you will soon after find that you’ll be
considered suitable for breeding purposes once again.
"It will of course be in your best interests to go along
with whatever you are ordered to do here, as I should
warn you, that I’ve heard many distressing tales of
inmates being savagely beaten should they dare to defy
any of the prison staff, their rules or regulations.
"Take for instance the girl who refused to take a caning
from a horny punter while she was dressed as a school
girl, the prison staff were summoned by the irate
customer, resulting in the girl being forcibly tied down
and secured over a desk; so that the still furious
punter could then cane the poor unfortunate girl to
within an inch of her life; apparently the blood ran
like a river down the poor bitches legs! But of course
I’d forgotten, you already have a date with the cane
don’t you, in a little more than 12 hours you’ll be
enduring your own caning, well there’s nothing like
first-hand experience I always say.
"Personally I enjoy nothing more than the spectacle of a
good hard beating, but sadly these days they often
consist of simple token canings, 12 or 18 strokes; often
over before they’ve begun, the girl being thrashed has
just begun to scream out her agony when suddenly it’s
all over, leaving everyone disappointed and wondering
what the fuss was all about.
"Not so, thankfully, in your case though my dear, 100
strokes, now that’s what I call a beating one can really
get one’s teeth into! You’ll probably spend the best
part of a week in the local hospital afterwards, but
never mind, try enjoy the rest, I’m pretty sure you're
going to need a break before you arrive back at the
prison, your new home for the next 10 years!
"Anyway Alison, I have to go now, I hope I’ve managed to
convey a clear image of what your future holds, are
those tears running down your cheeks? Well you can stop
the weeping now; it cuts no ice with me or anyone else
here! We’ll see you in the square then darling, it will
probably be very crowded as a public caning is a bit of
a rarity these days, but we’ll be seated somewhere
behind you, as we won't want to miss a single stroke. I
do hope that sweet, perfectly rounded bottom of yours
can absorb the 100 strokes with sustaining any permanent
damage! Looking forward to hearing you scream darling,
until tomorrow then.
While waiting for a taxi to take her back to her hotel,
Lynda found herself reflecting upon the fact that
revenge was indeed, sweet!
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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