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 Revenge can be very sweet

   Thinking back, he wasn't really sure when he began to hate her.  To
start with, certainly, he was sure that he would really fall for her.  She
seemed to have everything.  Just the right age.  Her great figure.  The red
blonde hair.  And above all, that confident eagerness about life - going
around with that half smile, sure that she would like whatever was coming
around the corner.

   He began to notice her with her friends and she was always near the
centre of the action.  A real social star.  He knew that he was a practised
judge of character and he thought that he could pick up subtle signs that
she even underestimated herself a little, wanted the confirmation and
approval of the others around her, wanted them to like her.  And he liked
that.  It made her seem like a good prospect.

   So he watched out for her and began to learn her routines, her
timetable. He made sure that he was there discretely when she changed
classes, at her lunch breaks and when she left for home.  It was an
exciting project for him, a case study.  He soon found out that her name
was Sarah, that she was in the first year and then he traced where she
lived.  Sometimes he would go down and hang around for a while outside her
place, watching the lights go on and off in the rooms that she shared with
3 other girls.  He felt close to her, was getting closer.

   He began taking photos of her whenever he could and they were posted up
on the walls of his bedroom.  He would talk to her at night, when thinking
about her became intense.

   And after a while that wasn't enough so he set himself to collect little
things that linked to her.  Anything that she had touched or used, he would
quietly pick up and add to his collection.  A sheet of paper from the bin,
some food from her lunch, anything really.  One time he had been watching
where she was part of a team match, playing sport, and he had found her
jacket among the others and had actually worn it for ten minutes.  Walking
around with his body where her body usually was, hands in her pockets. 
That had been awesome.  But her pockets had been empty that time, so it had
not brought anything fresh for his collection.

   He calculated that the more he knew about her, the more he understood
her - when they met it would seem obvious to her that they were soul mates
and she would be bound to fall head over heels for him and be his for as
long as he wanted her.  So he prepared carefully, not rushing to push
himself towards her.  There was plenty of time.  His was the way of the
ninja, in the shadows.

   He checked out her Facebook page of course - but not directly.  He was
too smart for that.  So he searched on Facebook for one or two of the other
girls that he saw with Sarah and looked through their list of friends to
trace her and would then link into her page.  He could see the photo that
she had chosen to post, where she had come from, the sort of music and
interests that she had posted.  It gave him so much information that he
could use in meeting her.  They had so much in common really.  Made for
each other.

   While carrying out his daily work at the university lab he would plan
his moves, like a military campaign.  For a while he wondered if the best
tactic would be a flanking manoeuvre.  Maybe he could pick out one of her
friends and become close to her romantically so that she would introduce
him to Sarah as her boyfriend and then they would naturally start spending
time together and it could all develop from there.  But that would take too
long.

   So instead he thought that he would burgle her flat.  As soon as he had
thought of the idea he realised it would be easy.  He already knew Sarah's
lecture schedule and her friends were on the same course - so they would
all be out at the same time.  He did a quick calculation and asked his
manager if he could take next Thursday off.

   Thursday afternoon, just after lunch, when he knew that the shared flat
would be empty, he was around the back looking for a suitable window.  He
was quite prepared to smash the glass and push his way in but in the event
it was easy enough to force a window open with his chisel.  So he climbed
in and entered Sarah's private world.

   He started in a shared sitting room.  There was the usual TV and music
equipment, scattering of books and CDs and very few personal things.  It
looked as if the furniture, pictures etc.  all came with the flat.  He
ignored them.  He went into their kitchen and opened the fridge but there
was no way of telling which of the food was Sarah's.  He ran his hand over
it all anyway, touching as much as possible, so that he knew that he had
touched something that she would eat.  He opened each of the cereal packets
and pushed his tongue down into the cereal as if they were Sarah.

   Upstairs he found the 3 bedrooms, one for each girl, and the shared
bathroom.  He could tell which was Sarah's room by looking at the photos
next to her bed and finding her name in the front of her books.  He felt
that he had reached the heart of her private world.

   Quickly taking his clothes off, he slipped under her duvet and stretched
himself out in her bed, looking up at the same ceiling that Sarah looked up
at every day.  He felt very close to her.  His hand reached up under her
pillow and dragged out her cotton nightdress and pulled it down to wrap it
around his groin.  He stroked himself slowly with the soft fabric but knew
that it would be a step too far for the moment to come into the nightdress
or onto her sheets.  She would be bound to notice and would be warned.  So
he pushed them back where he had found them.

   Naked still he padded silently around her room, looking at everything
and storing it all up.  In her underwear drawer he ran his hands over all
her bras and panties.  He took out a bra and checked her sizing - 34DD -
which seemed perfect in every way.  He wanted to take a souvenir and chose
one of her socks.  She would miss it but socks were always going missing in
the wash - so it wouldn't matter.  That would be enough for now.

   So he dressed and left the digs through the same window leaving very
little sign that he had ever been there - and took his trophy home.  That
same early evening he celebrated by standing quietly with Sarah's sock in
his hand as he watched her emerge from her last lecture, surrounded by a
small group of noisy friends.  What a sense of secret power.

   Looking back that may have been the point where it started to go wrong
for him.  Because he now knew that he was so close to her, felt surrounded
by the smells and feels of her, that he began to act as if he already knew
her.  So he decided to come face to face with her for the first time.

   The first disastrous attempt was when she was coming out of the library.
He had managed to half bump into her, as if by accident, and put his hand
out onto Sarah's shoulder as if to steady her.  She looked straight into
his face for the first time but all he could see was coldness.  The shock
of rejection washed through him in a bitter wave.  She seemed detached and
uninterested, caught up in her own world and thoughts and unable to see him
as he was.  It hurt - badly.

   So he waited two more days and then tried again in her favourite
supermarket.  She always tended to be there on a Monday evening, stocking
up for a week.  He had gone there early so that when he moved towards her
down the aisle he too would have a full basket, matching hers.  He stopped
in front of her, at the cereals section, as Sarah reached down the Special
K Red Berries - her favourite - and smiled at her.  He said Hi in his
friendliest manner and asked Don't I know you?  Haven't we met somewhere?
But Sarah looked blankly down her nose at him, saying Not as I remember,
and walked away.

   That had been the last straw and it left him angry.  Really angry and
hurt.  And that led to his revenge and the tent on the hill on the edge of
town.

   It took him a while to work out how to have his revenge.  He hated her
and wanted to hurt her badly.  But he also wanted her to be humiliated and
to remember it all forever.  So he made a plan.  He had everything that he
needed.  Some ether from the university lab.  His white anonymous van.  A
few other things.  It wouldn't be hard.

   He chose the green hill because it was a little bit private and out of
the way but he knew that boys from the grammar school and a few other
people walked past the hill on their way to and from the town.  The trick
was to be set up in advance very early in the morning, before the first
person had walked past.  To have everything ready.

   And so he had the tent and everything inside it ready by 5 o'clock on a
Summer's morning.  The first thing that anyone walking past would notice
was the sign up outside the white tent which read in large letters:
UNIVERSITY RAG WEEK.  FREE SEX.  QUEUE HERE.

   For anyone who was curious and pulled back the flap to see what was
inside the tent, they would find themselves faced with an exciting
opportunity.  Sarah was tied to a frame facing the entrance.  She was
completely naked and her waist went over one end of the frame while her
neck and arms were attached to the front.  All in all she was offered out
and ready, breasts dangling freely and her rear pushed out invitingly
behind her.  Her eyes and mouth were covered by plaster bandages so that
she could not see and could not speak.

   Above the bound girl, facing the entrance was another prominent sign
which read in slightly smaller letters: THIS IS MY No.  1 FANTASY.  DO NOT
RELEASE ME.  DO WHATEVER YOU LIKE AND HAVE FUN.

   To one side there was a white board and marker on which was written -
KEEP SCORE.  ONE TICK EACH TIME YOU COME!!!

   And on the tent itself another little note: POST ME ON FACEBOOK.  MAKE
ME FAMOUS!!

   Around her were plastic buckets and tubs with accessories that might
suggest uses.  There was one bucket of water with a sponge for cleaning her
up.  A flat dish with butter.  A cane and flat paddle.  5 or 6 sharp
looking clothes pegs.  A small tub full of brightly coloured map pins, each
not very long but looking very pointed.  A few lengths of cord.

   And there was a bucket for donations in which he threw a few coins to
start off the collection.

   He felt strangely quiet as he left her there to face the day ahead.  His
hands stroked her hair on the back of her head and reached under to slide
smoothly around her tits.  Giving them a squeeze he just walked away and
left her to it.

   What he had planned was to casually return early in the afternoon when
it was likely to be quiet, before the rush of grammar school boys coming
back after school.  If there were flashing blue lights and trouble he would
just be a passer by who would have a quick look at what was happening and
then move on.

   So he borrowed his neighbour's dog Brutus and took him for a walk, a
little after lunch, on a route that would bring him up to the hill.

   When he reached the tent there was no one around and he wondered for a
moment if it had all gone wrong and no one had found her to take advantage
of her.  But as soon as he entered the tent he could see that there had
already been plenty of visitors.

   Sarah was very much still stretched out and tied to the frame as before.
But her tits were now tightly tied at their base so that they stretched out
under pressure, almost purple with the restricted blood.  Some of the pins
had been pushed into them - one into each nipple and some others.  Her ass
looked marked and red as if someone had wanted to thrash her for a while
and her gash was swollen and wet with dripping liquids.  And on the board
there were now 18 ticks.  He smiled.

   After unleashing himself he dipped two fingers of his right hand into
the butter and began stroking the butter smoothly into her exposed clit.  A
moment or two he eased into her at last, feeling the exquisite smoothness
of her soft channel as it clung to him.  His fingers pressed harder as he
rode back and forth in her.  She was so liquid that it took a while for him
to get enough purchase to get himself off but by focus and effort he
managed it and he poured his jet of gunk deep into her to join whatever was
there already.  Maybe this would be the day Sarah got pregnant.  Wouldn't
that be an extra.

   And when he had pulled out and parked himself again he allowed Brutus to
put his nose into her honeypot to have a lick and watched his long red
tongue as it lashed deep into the girl.  He laughed and knew that his
revenge was now complete.

   As he left he ticked the board but didn't bother to throw any coins into
the collection bucket.  And he walked Brutus home.

   He never knew how long Sarah was left there before someone released her.
She stayed at the university and continued with her course but he no longer
tried to follow her or be with her.  She was old history now as far as he
was concerned.  He was looking out for fresh meat.  But he did see a video
on Facebook taken by some boys where one of the boys was ploughing into her
from behind with a very big grin on his face while his friend was crouched
inside the frame, under her, pulling down hard on Sarah's tits one in each
hand.  He saved it to his hard drive.