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(Mf, nc, rp, anal) *** 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 water mattress, 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! P-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 your 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 night 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 week's 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 rapist in a damp watery prison; one which offered no parole. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 69