("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Justice by Maria Rendes (mariarendes@yahoo.co.uk) *** A woman finally gets justice after being horrifically raped. (MF, nc, rp) *** "Guilty." Libby's knees buckled under her, and she collapsed. She would have hit the floor had it not been for the strong arms of her best friend holding onto to her as the verdict was read out. Months of court, testimonies, and horrible re-accounts had finally paid off. The physical scars were slowly healing, but the real scars ran far deeper. Months, maybe years of therapy could never erase or ease the memories of that dreadful night. Every time Libby closed her eyes, she could see his face. The menacing look in his eyes penetrated into her soul. Knowing he would be behind bars did little to comfort her. She wanted the pain to go; she wanted to be that happy, cheerful girl she had been before meeting him. Seeing the smirk on her attacker's face for the last time just brought the memories flooding back. She wanted to throw up, but most of all, she wanted to crawl away into a tiny hole and disappear from the world. Libby had never been too sociable. Painfully shy, she preferred her books rather than clubbing like some of her friends. Her looks were never a priority either. She believed a woman had to be intellectual rather than beautiful. An opinion which always got debated when she would watch her friends get dressed to go out on the town. Now that she had turned 21, something inside of her had changed slightly. Although conservative in her thoughts, she had begun to climb out of the little shell she used to shield herself from the world. The way she dressed had become more daring she experimented with colours and styles which a few months ago would have laughed at. Maybe the reason behind this change had been the relationship she had embarked upon. She had met a guy at her uni, and things had moved very fast for her. Before she knew what was happening, she'd find herself in his bed week after week practicing the arts of love-making. At first is had been exciting. The secret rendezvous', phone calls late at night, and the hot steamy sex had somehow liberated Libby from her former self. However she began to feel that this guy didn't want emotions to interfere with their fun. As much as she wanted her head to take control, her heart always won. After months of booty calls and guilt she ended the relationship. That's when the nights of tears began, a realisation that he had meant more to her, than she to him. However she had to be strong, there was so much for her to live for. She had her life planned out before she'd met him. All she could do was to put him down as life's little experience that got thrown to her. She had enjoyed their time together, but it could never be anything more. She had decided after giving him her most treasured possession that she would tell no-one, and she never did. Her friends had noticed a slight change in their friend, and assumed that she had finally realised that life meant more than books and good grades. They liked the new Libby. She was fun and full of life. After begging and pleading with her, Libby finally agreed to go out to a club since she was 18. After many hours of deliberating on what to wear, she decided to go for the black dress which was simple yet sexy, moulding itself to the curves of her body. She resolved to smoke her eyes with black pencil. For some reason tonight she felt daring. Who knew what fate had in store for her. As usual her friends met up with her fashionably late outside the club. As they walked into the club, nearly every guy turned and looked at Libby. She was looking incredibly beautiful tonight, yet she was totally unaware. Every woman envied her, and every guy wanted to be by her side. He started at her feet and moved his eyes slowly up the shapely flesh of her naked legs and his eyes moved up past her waist to the tight fitting, low cut dress. Her firm breasts swelled against the material. His eyes lingered on the visible cleavage and tops of her tits. Finally, her drew his eyes higher and swept up across her chest to her cute face. Framed by her long brown hair. God she was to die for. They walked over to the bar, and began to order drinks. The music was soothing, and all around her people were swaying to its rhythm. She didn't notice the dark eyes watching her from across the room nor the evil smile that curled around his lips. He walked up to her and asked for a dance, but she rejected him flatly. She didn't trust him, and she was right. There was something eerie about him, and she didn't like the way his eyes turned dark with anger and lust at her refusal. Libby did her best to have a good time with her friends. She had many dance partners and wasn't short of attention, nor the odd cheeky grope of her ass. However as time wore on, she became tired and told her friends that she would start to head off for home. Saying her goodbyes, she exited the club and headed for her car. She could have sworn she heard footsteps behind her and normally she didn't mind walking by herself, but something just didn't feel right in the pit of her stomach. Shuddering with unexplained uneasiness she began to walk faster imagining the nice hot bath she would have when she got home. She could just see her car in view when she felt rough hands grip her shoulders and spin her around. "What the…?!" She cried out but she was pushed up hard against a car where the breath was knocked out of her. The dark figure from the club loomed in front of her. Libby drew in a breath to scream but his hand clapped over her mouth. He grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed her down onto the cold hard ground. Moving quickly, he forced her on her back and climbed on top, pinning her smaller frame beneath him. She squirmed against him and pushed at his chest, trying to push him away. "No!" she screamed at him as she beat at his shoulders feebly. He grinned down at her. "Got off or I'll scream." She began to punch him wherever she could. She was like a wildcat clawing and biting. He managed to grab both her wrists and push them above her head, squeezing them tightly till she stopped struggling from the pain. "Get off me you bastard!!" Libby tried to push herself up. She suddenly gasped when she recognised the guy from the club. He realised it too. Suddenly he began to get really rough. He pushed the hem of her dress up her thighs, and grabbed the front of her dress and tore it in half then began to rip at her tights, marring her smooth skin in the process. Seeing how firm and supple her youthful body was ignited his anger towards her. In his rage he grabbed her bra and snapped it off to reveal her ample breasts. His actions really started to frighten her, and then the real fear began to kick in. "Right bitch, I want my fun," he said coldly. "Those tits look great." His hands grabbed her breasts roughly, pulling her nipples. His mouth came down and captured a nipple, biting roughly and pulling back. Libby tried to arch her back and follow him, to relieve the pain on her nipple. His hands roughly pushed her shoulders back down. The attacker turned and did the same to the other breast. His wet tongue licked at the hard red nipples pulling the soft skin. She wiggled, trying to stop the white hot pain in her breasts. She felt dizzy, it hurt so much! He looked up and saw the pain in her eyes. His own started to blaze with the fires of fury. He moved back between her legs and that devious grin slid across his face again. She opened her mouth to let out a bellow but before she could finish taking a breath he smashed his lips into hers, filling her mouth with his tongue. Her eyes widened in shock. She lay there stunned as her attacker kissed her, exploring her mouth. She bit down on his lip, hard. The salty taste of blood hit her tongue before he snapped his head back and howled at her. "Fucking whore!" he backhanded her. Initially he had wanted to fuck her long and slow, but now she would have to pay for that. He ripped off her panties then reached down undoing his jeans. She felt the hard hot length of him on the inside of her right thigh. "No, please..." She whispered. He started working a finger in and out of her pussy rubbing against the dry insides. Libby screamed in pain as it penetrated deeper. In and out he pushed it, his thumb working on her clit trying to get her to lubricate. "Come on little girl, loosen up". He wanted to tear apart this wench who had refused him earlier in the evening. He forced her thighs further apart and positioned his cock right at the entrance to her pussy. She fought and twisted, trying to break free, not let him inside of her. He watched her face as she registered the intruder. He grabbed both her legs behind her knees and pushed her wide open before plunging into her, tearing her open and apart in one thrust. Nine inches was buried into her, filling her. She screamed in terror and in pain as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and ground her body into his own. Her cunt was still dry as he buried his face in her hair and began to brutally pound into her. He thrust as hard as he could and as deep as he could. His hands began to bruise the tender flesh of her breasts as he began to pull on her nipples and bite them. Libby grunted as she took each stroke, one direction filled completely, another nearly emptied. This was in pure heaven as he attacked her cunt like a wild animal. He could feel her hot body beneath him and feel her bare breasts against his chest while he fucked her like a man possessed. When would this torture end? Libby closed her eyes and tried to be far away, but the pounding cock in her pussy kept her too close to reality. There was nothing she could do. Pinned beneath her attacker, her legs spread wide while his hips and ass pumped in and out of her, she couldn't even move, let alone try to help the process along to ease the never ending pain. It didn't matter, though. Within minutes she heard him grunt and felt his entire body stiffen as his cock plunged in to the hilt one last time as he shot his seed into her grunting and moaning with pleasure. She could feel load after load shoot into her raped pussy. His grip on her breasts relaxed and he let go of her as his cock slipped from her. He collapsed on her; she felt his weight crushing her. She cried, tears streaming down her face. The pain! She hurt so badly! Libby felt herself slipping into darkness. *** When she did manage to open her eyes, the intensity of the siren lights hurt. She looked around to find her best friend Carmen was sitting at her side, tears streaming down her face. She had left an hour after Libby, but when she saw her car she knew something was terribly wrong. She found Libby not far where the car had been parked. Her initial reaction had been a scream of horror, then a call to the police and for an ambulance. There was so much blood on her friend's battered and bruised body. The paramedics were surprised she had survived her ordeal. "Carmen, help. Someone attacked me," her throat was hoarse from all the crying. Her whole body screamed out in pain. "Honey the police are here. Everything will be alright," Carmen's soothing voice was the last thing Libby heard before blackness consumed her once more. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 53