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This story is intended for mature, broadminded adults who enjoy literature
containing adult themes, often involving explicit sex or other subjects not
for the underage or narrow minded.  If you fall into either of the latter two
categories, please exit.  Thank you.


Rachel's Rape, Rachel's Revenge
by
Lisa & Sharon

- Part 2 -

- This story commenced with Rachel's Rape, Rachel's Revenge:  Part 1 -

	
	It was a day in late March, the kind where you can feel in the air that
although it may not be warm, winter's grip on the land has definitely been
broken.  Becky was sitting in the study reading when Rachel limped into the
room and sat down across from her.  
	"Becky," she began.  "I've never told you what happened, but now it is time".
Rebecca closed the book in her lap and listened attentively to her friend.
Slowly, and with great difficulty, Rachel recounted her experiences on the
mountain.  Throughout Rachel's discourse, Rebecca sat quietly and unmoving,
though the tears rolled silently down her cheeks.
	As Rachel's recounting ended, Rachel concluded, "I had thought I loved Greg.
I had even thought that maybe we would get married.  But he had been using me.
Maneuvering me so that he could get me up on that mountain.  Something for he
and his friends to use and throw away.  This was not the first time those men
had done this.  For I don't know how many other years they have been luring
women to that mountain, raping and torturing them, and killing them.  I don't
know how or why I didn't die, but I didn't.  And I can't let them do what they
did ever again.  Becky, you have been so good to me.  You've done everything
and anything you could to help me.  You have been so loving and generous that
I hate to ask, but I have to.  Becky, help me.  Help me stop them."  	Rebecca
looked her friend through her tears and nodded.

	In the months that followed, Frank introduced Rebecca and Rachel to Marsha.
Marsha, he said, was now in the security business like himself, but that she
had been known to undertake other tasks when called upon.  Marsha, he said,
was just the person they needed.  
	Truer words were never spoken.  Within weeks Marsha had complete files on
each of the men.  And had discovered that lately Steve had been going out with
a new girlfriend!  Marsha poured over dozens of photos of the mountain and the
ledge area, topographic maps of the entire region, and whatever geologic
studies had been done on the area.  Finally it was time to lay out her plan
for Becky and Rachel.  
	Marsha outlined that she and a team of her choosing would proceed up the
mountain and 'interrupt' the men when they had assembled there, but before
they could hurt anyone else.  Once the men had been dealt with, the rock
overhang would be blasted loose.  Any evidence would be buried under tons of
rock in an apparent landslide.  
	The plan was simple and straightforward, and was immediately accepted.  Becky
had no desire to be a direct part of it, saying that she would stay at the
ranch and host the annual get together of their college chums.  Under the
circumstances, she felt that she should do whatever she could do to maintain
the facade of normalcy.  Rachel though made it very clear that she intended to
go.  Marsha would normally have protested given Rachel's physical limitations,
but knowing Rachel's stake in this, she acceded to Rachel's demand.  
	Rachel also wanted to go as she knew that she could never appear before her
old friends as she was now.  Of course they would have understood, and they
would be sympathetic, but the thought of them pitying her was more than she
could stand.  She knew in her heart that apart from Becky, she could never be
close to anyone again.  That her experience on the mountain had ripped her
away from the rest of humanity.

	July 3rd found Marsha's squad moving up the mountain.  In addition to Marsha
and Rachel, there were four other women, each armed with an automatic pistol,
and a fifth woman, unarmed, but carrying a backpack filled with explosives.
Marsha had a sawed off shotgun strapped to her pack and a sidearm.  All the
women carried knives, though from the little Rachel had observed of their
'limbering up' exercises the past several mornings, each was quite capable of
defending herself without any weapon at all.  Their surveillance had confirmed
three of the men going up the mountain the day before, and the other two going
up separately earlier today.  Along with the three men yesterday was a fourth,
identified from Marsha's investigation as Jim, Mike's brother.  Steve had been
the last one heading up today.  And as expected, he had been accompanied by a
young woman.

	About two miles before reaching 'the ledge', Marsha's explosives expert
angled off the trail.  She had some serious ground to cover if she was to
reach her destination and complete her assignment in the time remaining her.
The rest of the party pushed on.  Marsha and her team moved easily, and Rachel
struggled to keep up with them.  But keep up she did and never did she
complain or ask for any special consideration.  
	Finally they had reached the bend in the trail that told them that the
clearing and their quarry were just ahead.  They could hear the mens' voices
already slurred by the effects of alcohol.  Marsha and Rachel slipped back
into the woods under cover, should for any reason one of the men backtrack
down the trail.  The other four women moved off silently down the side of the
mountain.  It was their task to work their way around the campsite so that
when Marsha made her move, they could appear from over the edge of the landing
thus surprising and surrounding the men.

	Night fell and the moment was nearly at hand.  All members of the team had
radioed back to Marsha that they were in position.  The rock overhang had been
prepared and awaited only the triggering of the remote detonator Marsha
carried in her pack.  All was in readiness.  Marsha began to move forward.  In
the shadows she was invisible, the mens' night vision effectively destroyed by
the brightness of their campfire.  Rachel would hang back until her time was
right.
	"Well, well!  Time for some fun!"  
	The words coming from the camp seemed to Rachel as though directed at her and
not the young thing sitting huddled at the edge of this group of drunken
brutes.  The group, which had 5 members this year, included Greg and now Jim.
Steve, as per past arrangement, kept his vigil by the fire.  A scream pierced
the night as the men grabbed the girl and began dragging her over near the
fire.  Over to that same spot where a year before these same men had destroyed
Rachel's life.
	Just as the men were throwing the girl to the ground, Marsha's shotgun
exploded.  "I think that is just about enough of that!" she said.  "All of you
just kneel down where you are, cross your ankles, and put your hands on top of
your head!"
	"Fuck you!" swore Mike as the men pulled their knives.  Steve, by the fire,
rose to his feet with a hatchet in his hand.  "There's only one of you and you
can't get all of us!"
	Marsha said just one word, "Girls", and with that the four women who had
crept up behind the men from their hiding spots on the mountainside cocked
their automatic weapons.  The men heard the sounds behind them, and upon
observing the guns trained on them, dropped their weapons and began to assume
the position Marsha had dictated.  Marsha's team immediately began to move,
kicking away the mens' weapons and binding their hands and feet.  In a matter
of moments, the men were neatly trussed up like pigs on their way to the
slaughter, which of course they were.
	"Honey," Marsha said to the young girl as she helped her up.  "You have no
idea of what almost happened to you."
	"Nothing was going to happen!" Greg said.  "We were just fooling around a
little.  You know, gonna give her a little scare, that's all."  
	"Of course that's all baby!" Steve pleaded with the girl.  "You know I would
never hurt you."
	"Is that right?" came a voice from the shadows.  
	The men stared into the darkness as they tried to pick out the person from
whom the question had come.  They soon saw a figure slowly moving out from the
bushes and into the clearing.  
	"Remember me Greg?" asked Rachel.  Greg stared at her blankly and then his
mouth slowly dropped open in disbelief.  "Oh shit!" was the quiet comment from
one of the other men.  
	"I was in your place a year ago." Rachel said to the girl as she walked
towards the fire.  "And this is what I am now."  The scars, the crooked jaw,
the distorted head, the blind eye, all screamed out their testimony as to what
Rachel had endured and what might have been this girl's fate as well.  "They
left me to die.  Just like they had left other girls before me.  They assumed
I would die.  But I didn't.  And now you won't either."  With that, one of
Marsha's team detached herself and began to escort the girl out of the
clearing and back down the trail.
	Chuckie began sobbing. 
	"I wasn't there!" pleaded Jim.  "I didn't do anything!"
	"No you weren't there.  But you would have willingly done to her what your
friends did to me.  But since you weren't there and were not a part of what
happened to me, then you will not share the same fate as them." Rachel said,
gesturing with her head towards the other men.  So with that, she took the
Marsha's sidearm , walked over to Jim, and shot him in the head.  A mist of
blood and brain exploded out the back of Jim's head covering Chuckie who began
to cry even more.
	Despite his bonds, Steve managed to struggle to his feet.  "Uh Uh," one of
Marsha's team whispered, and quickly swept her knife across the back of
Steve's knees slicing the tendons.  Steve crumpled to the ground.  The team
immediately moved to ensure that the rest of the men were appropriately
immobilized.
	"You wanted to be first." Rachel said to Ace as she walked over to him
picking up Marsha's shotgun as she went.  "Well, you get to be first again."
With that she discharged a shotgun round into Ace's crotch.  Ace lay there
gurgling as he felt his life's blood slip away.
	"And you like to hit people with shovels." she said to Mike.  "Well, I can
hit back."  Rachel picked up Steve's hatchet from the ground and with the
blunt end hammered it sharply into Mike's balls.  Just in case the first blow
hadn't sufficed, Rachel repeated it two more times, transforming Mike's
testicles into red mush in the process.  As Mike lay there screaming, Rachel
turned the hatchet around in her hand, and, with his eyes locked on hers she
buried the blade end in Mike's throat.  
	Steve was already weakened by the blood loss from his leg wounds, and so was
only able to look up at Rachel as she came to him.  "You people blinded me.
An eye for an eye!" she said as she rammed the point of Steve's own knife into
his eye.  Steve shuddered for a few moments and then died.
	"You wanted to carve me up like a Thanksgiving turkey," Rachel said to
Chuckie as she knelt down next to him.  "Well, I'm going to carve a ham."
Rachel reached across Chuckie's chest and drew her knife across his flabby
breasts.  Tears were rolling down his face as he screamed and cried.
"Christ!" she uttered.  "You're no man!  Why should you impersonate one?"
With that she loosened his trousers, pulled down his pants, and sliced away
his manhood.  As Chuckie lay there screaming, Rachel said to him, "That
screaming is giving me a headache!"  Accordingly, she stuffed his cock and
balls into his mouth and let Chuckie die bleeding profusely and choking on
himself.  
	"Greggie, Greggie, Greggie!" she muttered as she strolled over to her last
victim.  "I loved you.  I trusted you.  And you betrayed me.  You lied to me.
All your sweet words were empty.  You really shouldn't say things you don't
mean, you know!"  Rachel sat down on Greg's chest and sealed her hand over his
mouth while pinching his nostrils together. Greg's eyes began to bulge and his
head began to thrash as the need for oxygen grew within.  When he was right on
the threshold of suffocating, Rachel let go of him.  While Greg desperately
gasped for breath, Rachel reached down, grabbed his tongue firmly, pulled it
toward her, and neatly sliced off half of it.  "Now you won't lie to anyone
anymore." she said calmly.  She then began to remove his trousers.  "Oh
Greggie!  Don't worry!  You're not going to get Chuckie's treatment.  I just
remember how much you like anal sex!"  Rachel positioned the barrel of the
shotgun at Greg's anus, and shoved it as hard as she could.  Greg's head
rolled and he moaned as the cold steel raped his bowels.  "Isn't that nice?"
Rachel asked as she pumped the shotgun vigorously in and out of Greg's ass.
"Don't you just love that!  And it gets better and better until you feel you
could just explode!"  As the meaning of her words struck him and he looked at
her in terror, Rachel pulled the trigger.  Greg's insides exploded through his
chest.
	The silence was overwhelming.  Rachel's year of pain and suffering was
drained away.  Any motivation or direction she had was gone.  She had
destroyed those who had destroyed her and now there was nothing left.
	"Let's go Rachel." Marsha said.  "Better get moving."
	"You and your team go.  I'm not leaving."
	"Don't give me that!" Marsha started to say as she reached for Rachel. She
stopped though when she saw the bloody barrel of her own shotgun pointed at
her.  Her team hesitated.  They would without hesitation kill to save the life
of their leader, but this situation was crazy.
	"Marsha," Rachel began.  " I couldn't have done this without you and your
team.  But your job is done and mine isn't.  There's no need for you to be a
part of any more of this."  And with that Rachel opened her left hand
revealing the remote detonator she had removed from Marsha's pack.  
	Marsha looked into Rachel's eyes and understood. "Move out!" she instructed
her team and they began to walk back down the trail.  Rachel was left alone in
the darkness.  For some time she sat pondering the billions of stars overhead
and tried to comprehend just how she had come to this point.  In the distance
she could see a storm front moving towards her.  As the sky clouded and the
approaching storm slowly made its was towards her, she could hear the storm's
thunder echoing through the canyons.  It was appropriate somehow.  The thunder
would mask other sounds, and the summer rain somehow seemed to be nature
cleansing herself of the filth that had been perpetrated on the mountain.
Finally, as she felt the first drops of rain splash against her face, Rachel
looked up at the rock overhang and pressed the red button on the small box in
her hand.  All along the base of the overhang she could see flashes of light
as the charges detonated.  One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight,
nine, ten.  She could see the entire face of the overhang begin to slide
downward just about the time the sound of the explosions reached her.  Thunder
and lightning crashed about her as the storm replied.  As she watched more and
more of the mountain's face begin to give way and slide downward, Rachel
placed the barrel of Marsha's gun to her temple and pulled the trigger. 

	
- The End -


(We hope you have enjoyed this, our seventh effort.  We welcome comments and
suggestions from our readers.  You can write us at: BYMSAP@AOL.com.  L&S)


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