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Waterpark Justice
by Purfect 9 (purfect9@aol.com)
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A young woman is kidnapped and raped by a bastard, only
to turn the tables on him... permanently. (Mf, nc, rp,
anal)
***
When his dad retired from the architecture firm he had
founded, he left his son in charge of the day to day
operations of the company. Their final client was the
builder of a new water theme park. Cliff supervised as
the contractor worked overtime on the final structure in
that park, a giant waterslide. The overtime paid off,
and the slide with its maze of tunnels was completed 8
days before the parks grand opening. The gates were
locked and the workers all went home for the last time.
Eight days! Cliff had to work fast. He returned every
night after dark and worked 'till almost dawn, making
secret alterations in the structure of the slide. Using
leftover parts and construction equipment left on the
scene, he added a secret trap door in one of the chutes,
which dropped to an underground concrete bunker directly
beneath the slide. From there a "torpedo tube" ran
several hundred yards into the ocean, well past the
sandy bathing area where the slide let out.
Cliff, knowing that he would be laid off after this
project, had applied for a job at the new water park
weeks before. He was hired as a waterslide attendant,
morning shift.
The weather was beautiful as he began his shift on Grand
Opening Day. But as morning turned to afternoon the
mercury climbed to over 100* and the waterslide became
the most popular attraction. He had never seen such
skimpy bikinis!
One girl couldn't have been more than nineteen but she
had the biggest breasts in the park, straining to be
free from a tiny electric blue bikini top. The matching
thong also caught his attention, as did the fact she
seemed to be alone in the park. As he told her to "go"
(that was his primary duty, to make sure that at least
15 seconds passed between each slider) he reached into
his pocket and pressed the trap door remote.
By the time he said "go" to the next slider, the trap
door was closed and the girl in the blue bikini was
sliding down a much steeper slope, and then suddenly
landing, to her shock, on a waterbed mattress in a
small, damp room with concrete walls.
The room had only one light, built into the wall like
you might see underwater in a pool or hot tub. Obviously
water resistant, and that was good, because a huge wave
of water had accompanied her into the room, and a
trickle still flowed down the chute she arrive in.
There was also water leaking from a round manhole cover
hinged and bolted over a chute in the opposite wall. The
only thing not waterproof in the jail cell sized room
was a small Walkman, with a tape in it. She hit 'play'.
"I'll be in to see you as soon as my shift is over.
Please remove your swimsuit and hang it on the hook to
dry. Feel free to scream and try to escape if it makes
you feel better. If you're thirsty, there is a faucet
near the chute, and also a fold out porta-potty. Looking
forward to seeing you, bye."
Dawn didn't scream or try to escape. Nor did she remove
her bikini. She lay on the mattress and waited, and it
wasn't long before the man hole cover swung open,
letting in a rush of water. A young man climbed in,
removed his scuba gear, and closed the airlock door. She
recognized him. He was the waterslide attendant. She had
thought he was kinda cute, but now trembled in fear as
he approached. "Are you here to rescue me?" she asked,
hopefully.
"Hardly. I'm here to fuck you."
She recognized his voice from the tape. "Are you going
to hurt me?"
"Yes," he replied simply, while ripping the thong off
her, followed by her top, which let her enormous, boobs
bounce free. He threw her face down onto the water
mattress, parted her buttocks, and pressed his big dick
into her crack. With no lube, it took a lot of pressing
to get inside, but once it popped past the tiny little
hole, she knew he was going to go in all the way.
"No! P-please stop! Please take it out!" She moaned, but
he didn't even slow down. Soon, he was buried to the
hilt, and then he began to fuck furiously in and out of
her butt. Meanwhile, his hands wandered from her
buttocks up to her massive tits. "These are what got you
in trouble, baby. My plan was to go for the best tits in
the park, and today they belong to you. But now they're
mine."
After he exploded deep in her ass, he pulled out and
they both rested for a minute, both catching their
breath. "Are you gonna kill me now?" she asked, weakly.
"Not exactly, but the only way out of here is through
that tunnel, 400' long to the ocean. Without scuba gear,
I'd say you're chances holding your breath that far are
pretty bleak. And as you can see, there's only one set
of scuba gear."
Enraged that he would sacrifice her life just so he
could butt-fuck her, the enormity of the violation
caught up with her. No way was her last experience on
this Earth going to be a brutal anal rape. As she sat
up, her anus tried to re-seal itself, and a trickle of
semen ooze out onto her inner thigh. This caused her
anger to explode. In one fluid motion, she stood up,
swung around, and kicked him in the head.
Startled, he too stood up, poised to clobber her in the
face, but before he could connect, her shin slammed
between his legs, kicking his testicles up into his
belly with a blow that lifted him off the ground. As he
doubled over, her leg came up again, the knee meeting
his nose. Then her palms clapped onto his ears, her
thumbs gouging into his eye sockets before letting him
collapse onto the ground. A few more brutal kicks to the
kidneys and she fell back onto the mattress, shocked at
her own actions. "NO!"
She shouted. Then she realized she had been shouting the
word NO with every blow she had delivered, just like
they taught her in self-defense class. She took a slow
deep breath and began to compose her thoughts.
Looking down at his broken body, she realized he was
still breathing, but in no condition to answer her
questions about how to get the hell out of here. She
would have to figure it out herself. She knotted
together the pieces of her torn bikini top and put it
on. The thong could not be saved, so she put on his suit
instead. Then she did her best at strapping on the scuba
gear, and began to breathe through the mouthpiece to get
used to it.
She opened the manhole cover and climbed into the tube,
closing it behind her. Inside, she found an identical
cover, and when she opened that, the ocean rushed in.
She swam forward through the pipe, finally surfacing
some distance from the beach area where people were
happily splashing into the water from the very slide
from which her long journey had begun.
She shucked off the scuba stuff, letting it sink. She
swam to shore, walked home, and drew a hot bubble bath.
She had a lot of thinking to do. If she called the
police, they would save him. Sure, he would go to
prison, but he would be paroled soon, free to rape again
just like her first rapist.
She though back to that awful night nearly four years
ago when she had accepted a ride from a stranger in a
van. Raped, beaten, sodomized, just like all his other
victims. But she was the only one willing to testify.
Raped, beaten, and sodomized by the court as well, when
they sentenced him to just six years in jail, which
really meant less than four. He would be free next week.
Still, her prior rape did have one benefit she now saw:
It had prompted her to take the self-defense class that
had saved her life today. No, the police would not be
necessary. Justice would take place all by itself in
this case. The man would either rot in his own concrete
tomb, or drown trying to escape; the very fate he had
planned for her. She tossed his swimsuit into the trash,
instinctively going through the pockets first. Inside,
on his key chain was what looked like a car alarm
remote, but was actually labeled "trap door" (!)
***
Two days later, a sheriff deputy was at her door. She
was almost ready to blurt out her confession when he
told her he had been sent to inform her, regretfully,
that her convicted rapist was being released from prison
after serving 42 months of a six year sentence. He would
be moving into an apartment 2 blocks away, the officer
said, giving her the address as required by law.
A plan began to take shape. She gave a week's notice at
her job, dictating that they mail her last check to the
rape crisis center where she had learned self-defense.
Then she filled out a job application at the water park,
(she knew they would be needing a new waterslide
attendant). Her good looks got her hired on the spot.
She sent the parolee a free pass to the Water Park. Just
the pass, no note, no return address. Just bait.
He recognized her when he reached the top of the slide.
He smiled and winked at her, "Hey baby, what time you
get off work. I'll give you a ride home!" He laughed
sitting in the trough and preparing to slide down.
"You should have gotten life," she whispered to him as
he pushed off, and as she pushed the trap door remote.
She smiled, pleased with the perfect crime she had just
committed. Perfect in that the crime actually created
justice. Perfect in that the crime would never be
solved. Perfect because the "victim" would never be
missed. People do disappear while attempting to flee
parole.
The rape crisis center kept a bulletin board of known
sex offenders moving into the community. The state had a
law requiring that these people register themselves as
offenders whenever they moved. She copied down these
addresses using them to send anonymous free passes for
water park admission. And when she recognized one at the
top of her slide, she smiled at him, knowing that he
would soon be joining her rapist in a damp watery
prison; one which offered no parole.
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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