Ex's Revenge

By [email protected] - please feel free to e-mail me with any comments or suggestions for stories etc.

It was a dark, cold October night. The moon hung in the night sky, its light casting an eerie glow over the deserted road, the almost deserted road.

Cars lined both sides of the street more sat in the driveways; the occasional car sped past the cross road junction. A dark figure moved along the pavement, past the brightly lit bus stop with it three dimensional Coca-Cola advertisement, the figure was carrying a green bag that had a small picture of a car on the side, the bag contained a few useful little tools which could be put to the good use of breaking into houses. The figure walked past a few houses until it came to number 201, the man knew exactly what house to hit, he knew its layout, it occupants he knew everything about the house.

The man opened the side gate and moved carefully to the side door of the house. He opened the bag and removed his tools, a belt which held a knife and a gun, in case he should disturb anyone else and find himself out numbered. He took a picklock from the bag and a length of piano wire, he tucked the wire into his belt. He removed two pairs of handcuffs and a leather device which was made up of three leather straps. He also took out his special weapon, it was wooden, with a sharp metal blade extending about 5 inches from the 7 inch wooden shaft, its sides also held additional blades pointing outwards from the wood.

He inserted the pick-lock into the door lock and worked it expertly until the door swung open. He crept through the door, he was still only in the out house, he bent down and began working on the door to the main house, it open with out any trouble. The man crept into the house, he was standing in a kitchen, he knew exactly where every one should be and so made his way out of the kitchen along the corridor to the foot of the stairs. Quietly he bent down and removed his heavy boots, leaving them to one side he climbed the stairs. He placed each foot at the very edge of the steps to avoid them making a noise. Once at the top of the stairs he opened the first door he came to. The man knew the house like his own.

The room was dark but he could make out a bed, it was as high as a bunk bed with some draws and a desk beneath it. There was only one person in the bed, she was lying on her front, he could see one of her arms hanging out of the bed, the other was lying on the girls other side. He held the girls hand as gently as he could and locked one of the handcuffs around her wrist, carefully he bent the arm behind the girls back and pulled the other arm across her back and locked the other cuff around her wrist. The girl let out a soft groan and for one long second the mans heart seemed to stop. Quietly he removed the leather device from his belt and slipped it over the girls head, one strap went under her chin, one across the top of her head and the third went across the back of the girls head. The man adjusted the strap as tightly as he could, so that the girl couldn't open her mouth to scream. He pulled the covers down at the end of the bed and locked the girls ankles in to the second set of handcuffs.

He climbed onto the bed and sat across the girls bum, holding on to her shoulders he rolled her onto her back. He wrapped the piano wire around the girls neck and slapped her face a few times to wake her up. When she woke up she looked at the man with terror in her eyes, she wanted to scream out for her dad but the gag stopped her. The man looked down at the girl, then down her body, she was wearing a tee-shirt, the man put his hands on her stomach and pulled her tee-shirt tight across her breasts, even while she was lying they were still big, the man pulled the tee-shirt tight with one hand and with the other he pulled the knife from his belt, the girl lay staring at the knife, her eyes followed the blade as the man placed the tip of it on the bottom of her neck, he dug the point into her, not enough to cut her but enough hurt her. He lifted the neck of the tee-shirt with the knife and cut it off of the girl. Her large breasts were revealed, her big nipples glistened, the man couldn't resist pushing them in with his thumb.

He edged his way down the girls body slightly, she was wearing a pair of pink knickers, he cut them of off her and threw them in her face.

He stroked her exposed body, from thigh to face. The man paid particular attention to the young girl's breasts, gently caressing them until her nipples stood erect. He toyed with them between thumb and forefinger until they could grow no more. The girl was confused, she wanted the man to stop and would have stopped him had she not been bound to the bed; at the same time she felt her body responding to his touch - she was still just 12 but she felt so good when he touched her that she felt her body responding to her attackers caress.

In the poor light she could just see his outline as he moved about her. She saw the man lower his head to her chest and felt one of her large nipples enter his mouth. It was warm and moist, his tongue moved about the nipple as he sucked gently on it. As the girl began to enjoy the sensation the man's teeth gripped the nipple and squeezed; harder and harder, tighter and tighter. The girl screamed inside herself but made no noise other than a quiet hum, the gag was a highly effective piece of equipment. She struggled to free herself but managed only to shake the bed for which she received a sharp slap to the face.

The man had had enough of playing, he lifted the girl's bound legs and pushed them until her knees rested on either side of her face.

The girl could feel him fiddling with something as he held her. She felt something touch the lips of her cunt and realised how wet her hole had become. The man pushed his cock into her tight virgin hole which was made even tighter by her position. The girl felt a sharp stab of pain and then a sensation she had only imagined of having a man inside her.

The man's face was barely inches from his victims face as he raped her but in the poor light the little girl still could not make out any distinctive features in the man's face.

He was fucking the girl as hard and fast as this position allowed. The girl herself felt as if every part of her cunt was filled by what felt, to her virgin mind, like a huge cock, she was breathing faster as if she'd been running. With the gag in place she couldn't breath through her mouth and at this pace she couldn't get all of the oxygen she needed through her nose and she quickly started to feel light headed until she thought she'd pass out.

When the girl recovered her senses the man had finished with her and was sitting next to her watching her. He had unlocked her ankles and whispered that she should open her legs wide for him.

The girl shook her head. The man pulled his knife out again and pressed the point into her breast, gradually increasing the pressure until the girl's skin parted and half an inch of the blade slid into the side of her C cup breast. Tears swelled in her eyes and the girl opened her legs for the man. "Good girl," he whispered.

He took out the wooden shaft. With the blades hidden he showed it to the girl and told her to get ready to take it. She looked at it, it didn't look to bad, if she kept quiet and did as she was told he would fuck her with it and maybe he would leave her alone.

She felt it press against her and the girl lifted her hips to allow the thick shaft into her small body. The man pushed it and pulled it within her body, the girl was raising and lowering her pelvis as if she were having sex with her boyfriend.

"You like it don't you?"

The girl nodded, it did feel good and she didn't want the man to hurt her anymore.

"Let's see how you like this then," he whispered to her.

He fucked her now with more force then before, harder than he had done with his own cock. He turned the dial a fraction, just enough to release the side blades a little, the girl felt it immediately as the blades scraped at her cunt walls. The man extended them further again, now they were actually cutting her, she was shaking her head, a look of desperation in her eyes. With the final turn all of the blades extended fully, the side razors cut into her pussy walls. While the main five inch blade penetrated her womb and with the second thrust went clear through her womb into her body. The man continued to stab her internally for a few more moments, when she was too weak to struggle he stopped and wiped the blood on the rag of her tee-shirt.

He stroked the little girls hair; she looked up at him and realised she was dying. The man switched on her bedside lamp and the girl saw his face, it was her 16-year-old ex-boyfriend; the one she had dumped recently for somebody else. He watched as his ex died before him then left the house and slipped away into the night.