Payback

This is a work of fiction! Be warned that it does contain graphic depictions of forced sex and degradation. If this is not something you are comfortable reading, please stop now. I in no way advocate rape or any other forced, non-consensual sex act, or the physical abuse of women. This was written as a cathartic way of relieving some of my pain after a particularly nasty break-up, and should be read as the work of fantasy it is. This is my first attempt at writing something like this and would appreciate any comments you may have. NC, WS, MILD SCAT, VOY, VOMIT

I was pathetic! When I found out she was seeing someone else, what did I do? Cried and begged her to give us another chance. Sure I had had a feeling something was going on but no proof. She seemed to be spending an awful lot of time with this guy from work. Every time I had brought it up though, she had assured me they were just friends. Some of the girls she worked with had hinted to me something wasn’t right. And I should have realized something when I bumped into her mom at the store, and she made the comment, “You’re still her number one.“  But over and over again, “He’s just a friend.“ What the fuck was I thinking?

When clearer minds had prevailed, I realized she was a worthless whore! Not only did she not deserve my tears, she didn’t deserve to be treated like the lady I had thought she was. I found out through a few acquaintances  that even before the guy I knew about she had flirted, come onto and god knows what else, with a few of my friends and associates. Sure I was pretty pissed at them, but her I despised.

They say time heals all wounds. For me time turned my pain into a need for revenge. I had spent way too much of my time and money on this slut to let her get away with what she had done. I needed revenge! So four months to the day after she broke my heart, I called her. I made up some crap about still wanting to be friends and wanting to return some of her stuff she had left at my place. We set a time for the following afternoon when she would meet me at a local park we used to go to. She told me how sorry she was things hadn’t worked out, how happy she was I still wanted to be friends. I knew her well enough to know that to her this meant she had done no wrong and that I should be grateful for her friendship. Two-faced bitch!

She arrived at the park where I was already waiting. She still looked cute. Her small frame struggling to hold up her large chest. She was wearing a long, flowing skirt, and satiny blouse, that with her shoulder length brown hair and glasses gave her a slightly bookish look. But I knew the lying bitch was under there, as she always had been. I just couldn’t see through the disguise until now. We exchanged hugs and pleasantries, and I asked if she’d like to take a walk and catch up. She agreed, and I grabbed my backpack and we hit the trails. As soon as I was sure we had reached a secluded enough spot, I sprang into action.

I let her take just a few steps ahead of me, and then slammed my fist into the back of her head. She crumpled to the ground unconscious. I quickly pulled some rope out of my backpack and tied her hands together behind her back. Then I gagged her and unbuttoned her blouse. I took out the Polaroid camera, CLICK, CLICK, and took a couple shots then slapped her a few times to wake her up. Once she came around I pulled and tugged at her bra until it tore off exposing her tits. I thought about how I used to gently caress and squeeze them. When we had made love I would bend my head down and kiss them, licking her nipples and driving her closer toward her orgasm. Now I pulled out a permanent magic marker and wrote “WHORE” and “SLUT” in large black letters across her chest. CLICK. I pinched her nipples and pulled and stretched them and began to tell her what was going to happen.

“You broke my heart! You lied to me, you cheated on me and now you’re going to pay! I’ve taken us far enough into the woods that no one will hear you. I’m taking pictures for myself, and to insure that you don’t try and call the cops or your new boyfriend. You do, and everyone, and I mean everyone will get copies of these pictures. Your mom, your friends, your boss, everyone. Hell maybe I’ll just post them on the internet.”

All this time I continued to stretch her nipples until they were red and raw. Now that she was aware of what was happening I ripped her shirt completely off, removed the remaining scraps of her bra, and pulled off the skirt and panties.

There she was the girl I had once loved with all my heart, tied up and naked in a pile of leaves like the whore she was. CLICK, CLICK, a couple more pictures.  I noticed now that she was literally dripping wet. The insides of her thighs were damp. Apparently she was enjoying this. I replaced her gag with her panties, soaking from her own juices. Then I started to finger her. God she was wet! I easily progressed from one finger to two, then three, then I started fisting her. I pushed my and as deep as I could, over and over. I fucked her long and hard with my hand, and laughed as she started to convulse as an orgasm built inside her. CLICK, a good close up of my hand disappearing in her cunt. I stretched and wiggled my fingers inside her, traced circle around her cervix and then penetrated that too. Just as she started to cum I pulled my hand quickly out. She let out a whimper, and began to buck her hips. I wiped the slimy mixture of her own fluids and blood from my hand all over her face. CLICK. I pulled her to her feet, and slapped her in the face.

“You like this, don’t you? You’re not supposed to enjoy this, SLUT! This is payback for what you did to me! This is pleasure for me, not you!”

Then the urge to piss hit me. So I pushed her to her knees, pulled her panties out of her mouth, unzipped my pants, and let loose. “Open your mouth!” She shook her head. “NOW!” She still refused. I began directing my spray at her nose. Piss started to pour into her nostrils, forcing her to open her mouth and gasp for air. She tried to avoid me so I soaked her hair in the stuff. CLICK. CLICK. Then I grabbed her by the back of the head and forced my cock in her mouth. The last trickles went straight down her throat. She started to gag, but I kept my dick buried in her throat. As her throat began spasm, I unloaded my first wad of cum into her mouth. I pulled back just in time, as she began to throw up my piss and cum.

 “Oh, I’m sorry that must be pretty nasty. Do you need a drink? Something to help rinse that taste out of your mouth?“ I asked, as I turned her face toward me.

Then as I caressed her cheek, I pulled her chin down, parting her lips, and spit into her mouth. She swallowed my saliva, looked me in the eyes and opened her mouth like a hungry baby bird. “SLUT!“ CLICK. I pushed her face down in the puke and began to fuck her from behind. Deep and hard and rough. The sight of her degraded, lying in puke, just made me feel even more excited. It must have turned her on to, because her cunt was flowing like a river! I looked down at her ass and knew I had to have that too. I pulled out of her pussy and immediately pushed at her puckered back door. Her cunt juice made it real easy for me slip right into her tight ass. I grabbed her hips tight and began to push  as deep into her ass as I could. CLICK. Then I pulled back and slipped my shit covered dick back into her pussy. Back and forth, pussy to ass.

“You want to act like a whore, I’ll treat you like a whore!”

 I grabbed the marker again and as I fucked her wrote “LYING CHEATING WHORE” across her back. As I pulled out of her ass again, I noticed it stayed gaping open. CLICK. Remembering how much she enjoyed having her cunt fisted, I began to work my hand into her bowels. After a bit of slow going, I used more of the juices that continued to drip from her pussy to lube her up. Soon I was dipping four fingers in and out of her ever widening asshole. CLICK. It wasn’t long before I worked my thumb in, but still couldn’t quite get in passed my knuckles. Frustrated I wiped my hand off in her hair, then I wrote “ALL ACCESS” and drew an arrow pointing to her gaping shit hole. I rolled her onto her back and wrote “CUM DUMPSTER” across her belly with an arrow pointing to her slit.

Straddling her chest I grabbed hold of those nipples again and started titty fucking her.

“You’re actually getting off on this aren’t you?” I asked, then slapped her clit for effect.

She just gritted her teeth, rolled her eyes and came right then. Bucking her hips and grinding her ass into the dirt and leaves. CLICK. I got her back on her knees and forced her mouth on my cock again. Grabbing her by the hair I started face fucking her like crazy. I pulled her head back and forth with one hand, and started jacking myself with the other. I managed to pry her mouth open so wide I could get my dick and my hand into her mouth at the same time. Her spit was really flowing. As soon as I saw the drool, dripping down her chin and across those tits, I started to blow my load. I pulled out and shot my load all over her face. On her glasses, in her hair, she was covered in it. CLICK, CLICK,CLICK. These were going to be great pictures! Finally I told her to open her mouth for me and I spit down her throat, then pissed again.

When I had finished what I had set out to do, I grabbed my stuff and turned to leave. She sat in a pile of her own puke, naked in the middle of the park, covered in spit, cum and piss. Smiling. I paused. CLICK. Then walked back to my car. As I unlocked the door, I heard her voice behind me.

“I’m yours. I’ll do anything you want. Please?”

She was standing, still naked for everyone to see. Parents were shielding the eyes of their kids. I started the engine, and before I drove away, leaving her there, I said, “We’ll see.”

Part 2

I gave her about a week to let the park incident sink in, then called her again. I told her I had picked up tickets to see one of her favorite bands and that I wanted her to go with me. She said no, so I had to remind her of the pictures and what she said.

“I’m yours. I’ll do anything you want. Please”

 That’s what she had said, standing in the parking lot, naked, covered in piss and cum. At first she tried do deny it. She claimed she had been caught up in the moment and didn’t realize what she was saying. This went on for a few minutes, and then in a breathy voice she asked, “When and where?” She was mine!

We met at the mall before the concert. She wore exactly what I had told her to on the phone, tight white t-shirt no bra, hip hugger jeans, high heeled boots, and her hair pulled back into a pony tail. Her cute, baby fat belly peaked out between the t-shirt and jeans. The shirt itself showed, in detail, her large chest. Nipples standing at attention.

We got into the car and I said, “You’re mine. You will do what I say, when I say. Do you understand?”

She nodded. I told her to strip naked. Once she had I told her I wanted to see her get herself off. The concert was still a few hours away, and we were still on the parking lot. Shoppers walking to and from their cars. She looked worried and started to question me. SMACK! I slapped her across the face.

“What I say, when I say!“

 Slowly she began to finger herself. I pulled out the Polaroid again. CLICK.

“Finger your ass.”

CLICK. I noticed a few people walking by with shocked expressions, stunned by what they were seeing. They hadn’t seen anything yet.

“Fist yourself. I want to see you put your hand in your pussy. I know it’ll fit, mine did.“

Soon her slender wrist was disappearing into her dripping cunt. CLICK. A couple teenage mall-rats had stopped and were watching the show. I told her to give them a big smile and blow them a kiss. When it looked like she was about to cum, I spotted the mall security truck heading our way. I told her to stop, she hadn’t earned a chance to cum, yet. We pulled away just before the flashing yellow lights pulled in behind us, and headed for the concert.

The band, a small local group we had seen a few times while we were dating was playing a small club in the city. I had met the bouncer a few times so he didn‘t mind me bringing the camera in. We wouldn’t be taking pictures of the band anyway.  The band came out and started rocking the joint. There was a pretty good crowd. After about a half hour or so I took my “date” to the bathroom.

“You are a filthy whore! Tonight you’re going to be every ones toilet! Keep your clothes on for now, no ones fucking you but me. You’re mine remember? Now get on your knees between the urinals and stay there until I say otherwise.”

CLICK. She did as I said and it wasn’t long before the first guy came in. When he saw her his jaw dropped. Then he looked at me.

“Go ahead open your mouth for the guy slut.”

 He was pretty nervous, heck I would have been too, but eventually he got it out and let it flow. CLICK. After he was done it didn’t take long for word to spread around the club. Soon we had a line of guys waiting to piss all over her face. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. She knelt there mouth open, piss from who knows how many different guys running down her chin. Her white t-shirt was quickly turning yellow, it clung to her tits allowing her dark nipples to show through the cotton,  her wet hair clinging to her cheeks. CLICK.  A couple of the guys started  jacking off. I told them no one fucks her but they can cum all over her if they wanted. They did. CLICK. She was kneeling there letting herself get drenched in piss and cum while I took pictures. The men’s room door suddenly swung open and some chick came racing in. She was complaining about the line in the ladies room. Then she saw our line, then my piss soaked slut.

“Geezus!” she said, “That is so fucking hot, no wonder there’s a line in here.”

She stood there staring for a few minutes as guy after guy pissed or came all over my “date”.

“I thought you came in here to use the can.” I said, “Why not use her, everyone else has.”

 Concert girl looked at me hesitantly, then started to unzip her jeans. All the guys started chanting “PISS ON HER, PISS ON HER!” Concert girl finished taking off her pants and walked over to my slut. The problem was she couldn’t get into a position where she could let it go comfortably. So I came up with a solution. I told my slut to walk over toward the sink and lean head first into the trash can. She was a piece of garbage after all. Then I helped Concert girl up onto the sink, and helped her balance as she squatted into position. CLICK. The guys started chanting again. Concert girl started pissing away on my slut in the trash. The guys started jacking off even harder now and cumming all over the ass of her jeans, which was all you could see peaking out of the trash can. CLICK. CLICK. Concert girl whispered to me that she had to do something else but that she wasn’t comfortable doing it here in front of everyone. I told my whore to get her head out of the can. As she started to stand up…BRRAAAPPPP!!! Concert girl farted right in her face, and then ran for one of the stalls. The guys loved it I told them to go ahead and do the same if they had too. They didn’t need much encouragement, soon they were forcing their asses into her face and gassing her. CLICK. They laughed and cheered, and the more they did the redder my slut’s face got until finally she was in tears. She had had enough for tonight and I signaled my bouncer friend to help get us out of there. We got out of the club and headed to the car. Everyone was asking when we’d be coming back, but they didn’t get an answer. Near the car, I spotted a homeless guy begging for change. I offered him a $20 if he’d piss on my slut. He didn’t say a word, just pushed her to her knees and started pissing all over her. CLICK. He aimed his stream at her mouth, then her tits, then soaked the crotch of her pants. I told her we wanted to see her piss herself, so she started going. CLICK. You could see the hot pee seep through her pants and collect in a puddle at her knees. The homeless guy laughed and said his friends would never believe this. I gave him the $20 and sent him on his way.

“Get out of those clothes, you’re not riding in my car like that.”

 She stood there and stripped naked. I got a couple towels I had brought along out of the trunk and told her to clean herself up. We got in the car, and I started driving without saying another word to her.

Eventually I pulled up to a motel. I checked us in and then took her to our room. I told her to get showered and brush her teeth. When she came back out of the bathroom, she looked shocked. I had dimmed the lights, lit candles around the room, and placed a rose on the pillow. I took her gently by the hand and led her to the bed. I kissed her softly on the forehead, then the cheek, then her lips. We laid down next to each other and began gently caressing one another’s bodies. Tender kisses up and down backs. Tongues probing the soft wet insides of mouths. I looked deep into her eyes and smiled. She returned the look. I rolled her onto her back and pulled myself on top of her. I began kissing her neck and shoulders. She writhed on the bed in ecstasy. So softly, so gently I pushed my hard cock into her wet slit, and began to make love to her. Truly make love. We held each other tight and close as we each began to build towards orgasm. Kissing more and more passionately. I felt her contracting around me as her own climax began. This just quickened my own pace until I began pumping my seed deep in her. She moaned and began to kiss and lick my neck as her orgasm totally took her. We laid in each others embrace for a long time, her head cradled against my chest.  “I love you.“ she whispered. Then she drifted asleep. I got up, careful not to wake her, and gathered my things. As I quietly left the room I placed this note on the nightstand.

“Dear J,

Long ago you broke my heart. You lied to me, cheated on me and made me feel as though I was not deserving of someone like you. Now I realize just what type of person you are. You don’t care about any but yourself. You didn’t care about me when you left me, and you obviously don’t care about your new man. I know that because it didn’t take much to get you to allow me to do the things to you I’ve done. I want you to remember tonight. The candles, the rose, the love making. Those are the things you could have had. But don’t forget the bathroom either. All you are to me now is a whore, you are garbage. You’re man will be receiving copies of the pictures, because as much as I hate to say it, he doesn’t deserve what you’ve done either. Think about that when you wake up alone.

Payback’s a bitch!”