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Sex and revenge
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Revenge
By J. D.
Remote Sysop, The Great White North {Snow Country} 207-627-4169
online 20 March, 1989
Part Three in the ongoing saga of a remote sysop.
I haven't mentioned any of my sexual experiences with men,
because they have been few and far between. At first, I was disgusted
with the egomaniacal way in which men approach sex, but the plethora of
S. T. D. 's {sexually transmitted diseases} have given me an added
incentive to consider heterosexual sex risky as well as unsatisfying. I
have only met one man in my life who will INSIST upon wearing a condom.
Unfortunatly, he is happily married, and no matter how scantily clad I
am, he seems to pay no interest. {According to his wife, he uses Rough
Rider or Excita brands which have those wonderful nubs on them for some
clitoral stimulation.} I don't try frequently to seduce him because he
and his wife have helped me on more than one occasion and I don't want
to let sex interfere with our friendship.
I have asked Anne if the two of them would be interested in a
threesome, but Anne has no interest in woman/woman sex and feels that
Bruce would be shocked by the suggestion. I enjoy the talks I have
with Anne because it is easy to allow my sexual preference to interfere
with my work for women in general. She lets me know when I am being a
'Queen', either working for gay women to the disadvantage of hetero
women and also when I am just being unrealistic about my goals!
The best advice they have ever given was how to deal with Ocean
and her boyfriend. I am not sure whether or not Ocean has ever
forgiven her parents for her name, but she still hasn't forgiven Wes.
Ocean lives in an apartment over Bruce and Anne's garage and came into
the house in tears one night last week. She had been raped.
After several glasses of wine and sympathy from the three of us,
she finally managed to describe the evenings events.
Wes, a fisherman, had returned from six days out and after either
losing or spending most of his pay had decided to visit Ocean. Given
the amount of alcohol {and other drugs} he had used, it is amazing that
he managed to drive this far north without incident. After about half
an hour of ranting, he tried to become intimate.
Ocean is one of the unfortunate sisters whose menstrual cycle is
indeed a curse. She frequently vomits and has cramps and aches severe
enough to warrant prescription pain pills. Without a doubt, sex is the
last activity she needs at that time of the month. When her period was
coupled with the stench of the fish and alcohol, she obviously wanted
no part of Wes. For some chauvinistic reason, Wes felt it his right
and duty to be gratified, so he slapped her into submission and further
humiliated her by fucking her on the kitchen floor.
We were obviously uncomfortable to be dealing with a situation so
close to home and Bruce broke the silence. {Bless him, he must have
been raised by women.}
'I think that you should call the police and file a report.
Maybe you don't want him arrested, but as the landlord, I find his past
and future presence offensive.' I rarely find fault with my friends,
especially when they are as nice as Bruce and Anne, but he is a strong
personality and I don't think he realizes how humiliating it is for a
woman to deal with the system at a time like that. It is never as easy
as calling the police and signing a complaint.
After that rebuttal, he suggested that we hire someone named Vito
to break his legs {or other organs} and teach him about the proper way
to deal with women. I think the idea was intended to be humorous, but
I could tell by the way Anne's and Ocean's eyes lit up that they
decided that it was the perfect plan.
Feeling he was unable to help further, Bruce went into the den to
work on some project and Anne, Ocean and I decided that it would be
more equitable to extract revenge instead of facing the lawyers and
police. We decided upon the plan of action and Ocean called Wes.
He had no doubt found someone willing to pay for a round, because
we had to leave a message on his machine. I had a hard time swallowing
as I listened to Ocean apologize to that animal. She suggested that
perhaps she was being selfish and that she was planning a special event
for Wes the following night.
Like the typical animal that he is, Wes nearly strutted across
the driveway the next evening, expecting some wild and wonderful night
of wine, dine and recline as he vulgarly put it. Ocean had invited me
to supper {she didn't know if she could handle this alone} and the
three of us made small talk {very small on Wes' part}. I had a very
hard time concentrating on the plans while that asshole acted like the
arrogant conqueror he envisioned himself. Not only was the puke not
remorseful for his violence {rape IS NOT A SEX ACT, IT IS VIOLENCE!!!},
but seemed to feel he had done well.
As the last plates were cleared from the table, I asked Wes if he
had ever made love to two women at once. From the smile on his face, I
could tell that he had been fantasizing about that scenario all
evening. He mumbled some macho story about his youth, but convinced no
one. With our best smiles, Ocean and I dropped our domestic duties and
hurriedly stripped to bra and panties. I suggested that Wes get
undressed and lie on the bed. He might have broken records in doing so
and typical to his gender, left his clothes on the floor.
I produced a box from under the bed and told him that it held the
toys for the evening. I showed him a Polaroid camera, a few vibrators
that I explained were for my use while watching the two of them
and my handcuffs. Wes' dick grew noticibly and I could tell that we had
the prick right where we wanted him.
It took a few minutes to convince him to trust us, but he finally
agreed to be handcuffed to the bed. Once his hands were secured, it
was easy for the two of us to tie down his legs.
I still can't believe the neanderthal was stupid enough to fall
for the old 'open your mouth and close your eyes'. Ocean took great
pleasure in inserting a pair of her bloody panties into his mouth. The
smile faded very quickly and I am sure that Wes would have threatened
or otherwise tried to control the situation, had he been able to talk.
The two of us then described the events to come, interspersed with a
lecture about what an absolute worthless excuse for a man he was. I
took several pictures. Closeups of the blood on his face, his
pathetically limp dick and others. Ocean and I had thought of shaving
him, and even produced a razor for the psycological effects, but
decided that it was vital that no marks be left. I did think that Wes
was going to faint when I grapped his weanie while holding the razor.
We told him that since he considered himself the ultimate stud
that he would have to bring us both to multiple orgasms without his
dick or hands. Ocean hated what he had done, and began to smear her
blood all over his eyes, nose and in his hair. I began stroking his
penis to get it aroused. He seemed to feel somewhat safe and began
moving his hips up and down to meet my hands. I felt the blood filling
the veins in his cock and when I felt it had become engorged as much as
possible, I bent it sideways. Even with the panties in his mouth, I am
sure that Bruce and Anne could hear him scream. Had he not been
secured, I am sure that he would have risen several feet of the bed. He
was now screaming a blue streak and the few words we heard; cunt, fuck,
kill, etc. were not said as one who talks dirty for foreplay.
I explained that this is the type of handjob he deserved and if
he so much as moved without our direction or approval, I would turn him
into a soprano. I emphasized this point by squeezing his balls
tightly. Not enough to make him black out, but certainly enough for
him to see stars. Suddenly, he became quite passive. I suggested that
the type of sex he desired was animal, male/male sex and I would be
happy to be a surrogate male. With that statement, I strapped on a
dildo, within inches of his widening eyes and explained how I intended
to deflower his ass. He began rolling and twisting again, but another
squeeze of his nuts calmed him enough for Ocean and I to undo his legs
{one at a time} and roll him over. I fully expected him to kick and
yell, but his pride in his organs seemed to be more of a concern to
him.
I have a potential for a lot of violence in situations like this
and it was only at the pleading of Ocean that I decided to use some
lubricant. I spread some between his cheeks and he tightened his ass
muscles. A slap on his ass produced little pain, but the sound
reminded him of his situation and he relaxed. I added more jelly to my
finger and intentionally shoved it all the way in. Wes again came off
the bed and began muttering in his muffled voice, but relaxed in a few
moments. I then got between his legs and tried to cause as much pain
as possible as I pushed them apart. I inserted the dildo into his hole
and again pushed to the hilt. His cries were accompanied by tears and
I felt that we had certainly hurt him, physically and mentally.
After pumping several times, I realized that I had put myself
into the same mental state as he had been in the prior night. I got no
sexual gratification from causing him pain and making him inferior. I
unstrapped the dildo, but left it in his ass, and took several more
photos.
Ocean, who had been standing somewhat amazed by my actions, now
seemed interested in taking advantage of the situation and told him
that she would be removing her shorts, but if Wes made any attempts at
screaming or threatening, they would be quickly replaced by the shitty
dildo. She then said that in his haste earlier, she had not had a
chance to come and that he must now eat her until she shook. He began
to make some type of threat, but the speed with which she yanked the
dildo from his ass suggested that he quiet down. Ocean reminded him
that he had already tasted her menstrual blood so this would be an easy
task for him. Without changing his position, Ocean removed the pillows
from the bed and sat at the top such that his head now rested between
her legs. She ran the dildo through his hair and reminded him that if
he did not succeed in making her come, or if he had a desire to bite,
she would find a new meaning of pain for him. I'm not sure that this
was adequate, but when she suggested replacing the dildo with a curling
iron and seeing how long it would take to heat, he began to lick the
outside of her pussy. Ocean is a back to nature freak and has the one
of the bushiest muffs I have ever seen. It was a little matted from her
period and I'm sure was not the most pleasant sight or smell.
Wes licked and gagged as Ocean parted her lips. I'm not sure if
the smile was from the licking she was receiving or the one she was
giving. In any event, after five or six minutes, she began shaking
with an orgasm and slapped the dildo across his neck and head demanding
that he lick faster and harder. He complied and she continued shaking
for several seconds.
When she stopped moving and his tongue relaxed, she rubbed her
pussy across his face. We then took several more photos and released
his legs. I grabbed his balls and squeezed hard as a reminder that he
could easily be permanently disabled if we wished. We discussed the
rules of the game.
Before he arrived, or so we told him, Ocean and I had spent the
afternoon in each others arms. We told him how pathetic a lover he was
and that he was never to return to the house, call or otherwise contact
Ocean. We had taken photographs of Ocean cuffed to the bed and these
would be passed along to the police along with a rape complaint if he
violated these rules. In the event that this failed, we would gladly
mail his photos to as many homosexual magazines as we could and
possibly distribute them in his hometown.
These threats, along with the twenty-two pistol I had borrowed
were enough to convince to grab his clothes and leave.
I am not particularly proud of what Ocean and I did, but we are
both confident that Wes won't be back.
After he left, we decided to shower together and felt a bond that
is difficult to explain. It wasn't a physical desire, I have felt that
many times, but more of an emotional bonding of two individuals who
have shared a highly emotional experience.
If this narrative bothers some of the male readers out there
GOOD!! The most common source of rape is from a relative or friend. NO
ONE has the authority to force themselves upon anyone. If you find
yourself getting to a point where you consider rape, please bear two
things in mind. One, rape is an act of violence used to humiliate and
enslave another personality. No matter how slow, tender, etc. it is
not and never will be a sex act. Secondly, Ocean and I may take our
routine on the road, so keep Wes in mind.
I occasionally look at the pictures of that evening, to prove
to myself that it wasn't a fantasy. I have also shown them to Carol,
who gets as much enjoyment from them as from my video collection, but
that's another story.
J. D.
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