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MERRY X-MAS

DISCLAIMER:
The following copyrighted story contains sex, violence, and a thong bikini. It
is not suitable for residents of Dade County Fla. Or Pioria, Ill. 
ALL READERS MUST BE OVER 21!
If you are squeamish about rape, go elsewhere.  
This story and its author are protected by copyright and by the 1 st amendment
to the US constitution. If Your locale does not recognize the US constitution,
read no farther.

WATERPARK RAPIST
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
watermattress, 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. 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 you're 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 nite 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 weeks 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 rapists in a damp watery prison; one which offered no
parole.

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