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Subject: {ASSM} Revenge {Riv Yavtry} (rape, torture, dark)
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Date: Thu, 07 Dec 2006 11:10:02 -0500
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This is an exceptional departure from my normal style.  My muse snuck it in
my head and I had some spare time so I typed it up.  It's light on the
story codes for a reason.Riv Yavtry

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Security at Goldstein Partners was meticulous, apart from the
underground car park. And I couldn't believe she kept a spare key
secured to the wheel arch. That was just asking for trouble, like
leaving a spare housekey under a flowerpot.

I waited until she finished work, crouched down in the back of her
car. I waited until she got in and put on her seatbelt then made my
move. The chloroform knocked her out without a struggle. I bound and
gagged and blindfolded her, then by lowering seats and sliding her
inert body, I manoeuvred her into the rear hatch.

I drove her car carefully, too carefully perhaps, but being stopped
by the cops was the last thing I wanted. The destination was a twenty
minute drive away. Once it had been a triumph for the city, a high-
rise tower block providing affordable housing for the masses, but the
contractors had used substandard materials and city inspectors had
been blinded by the lucrative contents of anonymous brown envelopes.
Fifteen years later terminal concrete rot was diagnosed and the
building condemned. It was due to be demolished by a controlled
explosion the very next day.

I turned off the road towards the building. A six foot wooden fence
surrounded it, topped with barbed wire, but a mesh gate had been left
at the front, secured by a padlock. Preparing in advance, I had cut
off the padlock and replaced it with one of my own, so a turn of my
key and I was in. I secured the gate behind me and drove to the main
entrance.

I had previously smashed my way in and prepared a ground floor
apartment. The electricity was off so I couldn't use a lift, and I
doubted my ability to carry the woman far. When I opened the hatch,
she was still out cold. I managed to haul her over a shoulder, and
staggering drunkenly, ferry her to the apartment. I drove her car
into the underground car park. Perhaps they'd find it, perhaps they
wouldn't, but I was wearing gloves so they wouldn't find any prints.

In the apartment, I lit my lantern so I could see what I was doing.
I removed the woman's gag and replaced the blindfold by a hood. I
didn't want her to be able to see, but I wanted to hear her scream. I
slapped her face hard, and she started to come round.

"Where am I?" she asked in a trembling voice. "Who are you?"

"You don't need to know," I whispered, "but my father entrusted you
with his retirement money and you lost every penny. He's now in the
cemetery after blowing  his brains blown out."

"That wasn't my fault. The hearing cleared me. I lost money too."

"Funny, you don't seem to have done so badly," I whispered.

Then she screamed, long and loud and shrill. I waited until she had
finished.

"You can scream all you want," I whispered, "nobody can hear you."

I took my scissors and started to cut away her clothing. She
wouldn't be needing it again. She struggled furiously against her
bonds, but I had her trussed as securely as a turkey. She eventually
stopped resisting, and lay there sobbing quietly.

When she was naked, I inspected her closely, running my gloved hands
over her body. She was in very good shape considering her job. She
must be a frequent visitor to the gym. There was no evidence of a
wedding ring, and no evidence of a partner in her car or briefcase.
Strange, I would have rated her a good catch, quite pretty, good
figure, rich and well educated.

I felt her breasts. Nice, decent size and not saggy. I pinched a
nipple and she squealed. I pulled it hard, so her breast distended
grotesquely, then I bit hard into the flesh, drawing blood.

"No please. I can get money. I just need time to get it together.
How much do you want?"  

"Can money bring my father back?" I whispered.

"Please. What are you going to do to me?"

I took a strip of cloth and tied it tightly round her upper arm, so
tightly that it cut off the blood.

"That's a tourniquet," I whispered, "I'm about to slit your wrist.
If you do everything I say I'll leave it on. If you don't, I'll take
it off and you'll have twelve minutes before the loss of blood stops
your heart."

The scream that followed was utterly heart-rending, longer and
louder than before and filled with despair. Music to my ears.

I rolled the woman over and, using the supplies I had prepared, I
ran an icicle across her wrist and sprayed her with hot water. I had
to cover my ears because the resultant scream was so gratifyingly
loud, only fading away because the woman got hoarse. I rolled
her over onto her back. 

I'm going to untie your legs," I whispered, "Don't resist. Twelve
minutes, remember. Nod if you understand." 

"I understand."

The woman's voice was a barely audible croak, but she gave a
simultaneous
nod of her head. I untied her legs, and pushed them wide apart.

"Are you going to rape me?"

My answer was to thrust into her with my 9 inch cock. Surprisingly I
met resistance. This attractive early-thirties woman was still a
virgin! I thrust hard and pushed in all the way, ripping through her
hymen in the process.  From somewhere the woman managed another
scream at being so painfully violated with no foreplay or
lubrication. I pistoned in and out, get a grunt of pain on each
stroke, red streaks appearing on my cock. After a few minutes, I
started to feel bored and tired with the exertion, so I pulled out.
The woman lay there sobbing, her distended cunt looking very sore and
inflamed.

I rolled the woman onto her stomach, using her briefcase as a
bolster for her hips. She realised what was coming.

"Nooo, anything but that."

She started to struggle so I punched her in the kidneys. Screaming
with pain she collapsed, all resistance gone. My cock was now
lubricated with blood and vaginal secretions. I positioned it at her
arsehole and pushed. Her muscles yielded and my cock slipped past her
sphincter. I thrust hard, and she let out a wailing howl as my cock
penetrated her dank orifice. Her sphincter was tearing because my
cock was too wide, but I continued mercilessly until my cock was in
all the way. I started pistoning in her arse, and shit streaked my
cock and filled air with its acrid stench. Every stroke ripped her
sphincter a bit more, until it was bleeding freely.

Again I got bored and tired and I pulled my cock out.

"My cum's too precious to waste inside you," I whispered, and
splattered my thick, hot, whitish donation onto her back.  

Time to clear up. I retied the woman's legs so she was completely
immobilised. I packed everything I had brought with me into the case,
including the lantern. Before I left I whispered a few last words to
the woman.

"I'm going now. This building's going to be blown up tomorrow.
Perhaps they'll search it first, perhaps they won't. I don't really
care. Enjoy the rest of your life."

Then I ripped off the tourniquet. From somewhere the woman managed
to produce one last hoarse scream, for which I stayed till the end,
then I left her lying there on her briefcase, sobbing uncontrollably.

In all probability they'd find the woman and her car. Those
despairing screams had been my revenge. At least my father's death
had been quick and painless. I was confident she wouldn't
be able to identify me. Hopefully I had fooled her into thinking I
was a man by whispering all the time and by the hot
flour/water paste trick. Cleaning my strapon was going to be a messy
job. 
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