Retribution · Part 2

Retribution · Part 2 (2/2)
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Ray made a hasty exit from her trailer, not from fear of her, as he knew he could easily have defended himself, but because he didn't want to hurt her. He stood in the sandy yard and looked at the raving girl standing on the landing, her breasts bare and quivering with her anger, uncaring if there were any neighbors watching. Ray shook his head in disbelief, unable to fathom her sudden rage. It wasn't like he had tried to rape her or anything. Suzie went inside, the door slamming behind her, as Ray got in his car. He pulled away from her trailer, heading to the end of the dirt drive to turn around and, just as he had reached the third trailer, a man stepped out and waved him to stop.

Ray saw he was about his age, maybe a couple inches shorter and a little heavier. The man leaned in the passenger window as Ray came to a stop. "That bitch gave you the treatment, huh?" Ray's features gave him away as he asked, "what do you mean?" The man jerked his thumb in the direction of Suzie's trailer, "I heard it all, man. Sounded like the same thing she said to me." He had Ray's curiosity. "What, you made a try for her, too?" "Hmmph! Didn't even get a chance to," the man explained. "Took her out to dinner, bought her some clothes, and then she cusses me out." He studied Ray's face, then queried, "she did the same thing to you, didn't she?"

Ray had to admit he had been used, "yeh, she took me for over a hundred dollars. I didn't mind the money, but she treated me like shit." The man nodded his understanding, offering advice, "well, you're better off without her, man. You oughta just stay away from her. That's what I'm doing. She'll get her's some day, you just wait and see." Ray nodded in return, "yeh, I don't plan on coming anywhere near her again. I've learned my lesson." The man patted his car door as he straightened up and Ray continued his way out of the trailer park.

All the way to his house Ray thought of how he had been used. From what the man in the trailer park had said, he wasn't the first one, either. His face still stung from where she had hit him, and he was sure he would have a shiner. But his pride stung even more, and the anger in him began to build, becoming stronger with each remembrance of her cutting words. He began to express his anger out loud as he drove, "bitch, goddamn bitch, the fucking whore. I'm not good enough for the fucking slut, huh? She needs to be taught a lesson. She needs to be gang-raped, that's what she needs. The bitch." Ray continued his tirade against Suzie, becoming more excited with each outburst, even beating on the steering wheel with his fists, his eyes watering with his building rage, his shame, his rejection.

When he got to his house, Ray's anger was at a fever-pitch. He mixed himself a drink and sat in the darkening shadows brooding. Around midnight, his anger subsided, replaced by a cold resolve, and Ray began to plan, methodically, thoroughly, as he did everything in life, but this time in greater detail. This had to be the perfect plan. The stakes were too great for him to take any chances. After an hour of thinking it through, Ray got up and went out to his garage, found a little-used toolbox and began to fill it with items he knew he would need to carry out his plan.

When he had everything gathered up, Ray went through his mental list, "let's see; ropes, duck tape, knife, propane torch, lighter, screw drivers, vice grips, needle nose pliers, and oh, yes, the huge channel lock pliers." Ray thought over the list again and remembered two other items. "Ah, yes, the small baseball bat, and a stogie." He found the baseball bat, something he had since he was a kid, but it was perfect for what he wanted it for. It was only twenty-four inches long and about two inches in diameter with the normal disk-like end where the bat was held. Ray went inside and searched for the last item he needed, finally finding them in the bottom of an old cupboard.

He pulled out the box and selected two of the eight-inch cigars, placing them under his nose to test. Hmmm, stale, he thought, but they would do. It was after two in the morning by the time Ray was satisfied he had every- thing and he had to car loaded. He headed to the trailer park where Suzie lived, planning where he could park his car, remembering details of the surrounding area and seeing no risk in his plan due to the remoteness of the park. When he got to the dirt drive entering the trailer park, Ray turned off the headlights and let the car crawl along the drive, then stopped when he was about a hundred feet off the paved road.

He reached up and removed the cover over the dome light and then removed the bulb, placing it in the glove box. Quietly, Ray opened the door and got out. He picked up a large screwdriver and roll of tape from the seat and pushed the door to without letting it latch.

Steathily, Ray made his way to the first trailer, staying close to the woods and brush bordering the drive, thankful for the moonless night. When he got to the trailer, Ray stood in the trees for a moment and studied the darkened residence. Seeing no sign of a light, he walked around the trailer, listening for any sound from within. Satisfied that Suzie was either asleep or gone, Ray carefully made his way up the steps, making sure he stepped on the treads closest to the building where they would be less likely to squeak from his weight.

When he reached the landing, Ray put his head to the door and listened, hearing nothing but his rapid, adrenalin-pumping heart and his short gasps of breath. He was both nervous and excited now that he had begun to put his plan into action, his whole being seemed to be more alive than he could recall. Every sense was heightened, bringing forth the primordial man lurking inside. Ray took the big screwdriver and stuck it in the opening between the door and door jamb, forcing it in next to the locking bar. Slowly, Ray applied force to the handle of the screwdriver, bending the metal of the door and the jamb, spreading the opening.

The metal protested, making a short creaking sound, and Ray froze, resting on tip toe, ready to flee at any sound from within the trailer. Not hearing anything, he returned to his task of forcing the door open. It only took another push before Ray felt the door catch slip out of the hole in the jamb.

Again, Ray listened at the now-open door for any sound. It was still quiet, so he pushed the door open far enough to enter the dark room, then pulled the door almost closed, not wanting it to latch. He stood at the door, picturing in his mind where each piece of furniture was, where he could remember boxes on the floor, anything he might trip over. Not sure, Ray put the screwdriver in his back pocket and the roll of tape inside his shirt, then dropped to his hands and knees, crawling while feeling ahead with one hand in the direction of the back of the trailer.

Ray managed to crawl across the living room floor to the narrow hallway running down one side of the trailer without knocking anything over or making a noise. He moved slowly down the hall, pausing at the first door he came to. It was open and he could make out a small bed pushed against the opposite wall with several boxes piled on it. He backed out of the doorway and continued down the hall, coming to another open door. Ray immediately saw it was the bathroom and went the remaining few feet of the hall, which ended in a doorway. As he studied the room on his hands and knees, he could hear the whirring sound of a small fan and the deep breathing of someone in sleep.

Ray could make out the white sheets covering the bed and the lumpy form of a body. He held his breath as he advanced to the side of the bed, then slowly exhaled, not wanting his breathing to be detected, as he raised up to see the figure on the bed. There was Suzie, lying on her back, wearing just panties and bra, one leg bent and leaning to the side, the other leg straight. She had one arm folded back and resting on the pillow beside her head and the other across her belly.

"Perfect", Ray thought, "he wouldn't have to turn her over." He fished the tape out of his shirt and carefully, so slowly, peeled off two strips about six inches in length. He stuck the two strips on his forearm, then slowly rose to a crouching position, leaning slightly over the bed, listening for any change in the sleeping girl's breathing that would indicate awakening. Her breathing continued unchanged, her mouth partially open and slack, her nostrils flaring with each breath. Ray laid the roll of tape on the side of the bed and peeled one of the strips off his arm, wincing as the sticky tape pulled the hair. Taking a deep breath, Ray quickly slapped the piece of tape over Suzie's mouth, pressing down firmly for maximum adhesion.

Suzie awoke with a start, a muffled scream bursting against the tape gag, her hands immediately flying to her face and grabbing at the strip of tape. Ray grabbed one arm, twisting it to her side as he flipped her on her stomach, then forcing it behind her back and pinned it with one knee. He quickly snatched up the roll of tape and yanked out several inches, having to put his other knee on the bucking girl's neck to hold her still as he wrapped the tape around the arm at the wrist. She continued to scream against the tape covering her mouth as Ray shifted on the bed to pull her other arm out from under her and behind her back. In a matter of seconds, he had wrapped the tape around each wrist, using all of his weight on her back to hold Suzie as she squirmed and resisted his hog-tying.

Certain she was secure, Ray flipped her over on her back. Suzie's eyes went wide with recognition and her silenced screams increased, the tape across her mouth wrinkling and puckering with her efforts to open her mouth. As Ray moved to rise off the bed, Suzie kicked out with one leg, her foot striking Ray squarely in the stomach, knocking the breath out of him and sending him backward to the floor. He hit the floor with a thud and, as he fell back, his head struck the wall at the foot of the bed. Dazed, Ray fought to catch his breath and get to his feet. Just as he regained his feet, Suzie managed to stand by the bed, a leg drawn back ready to kick at her foe again.

Before she could land her kick, Ray hit her with his closed fist on her cheek and ear, sending her flying back onto the bed. In a flash, Ray was squatted over her and swung his other fist at her face, smashing into her other cheek. His punches momentarily took the fight out of her and to make sure she understood what she would receive for any further resistance, Ray grabbed her by the hair with one hand and slapped her across the face as hard as he could swing, once, twice, three times. When he released her, Suzie's head fell to the bed, and he could detect her sobbing behind the taped mouth. He reached for the other strip of tape he had placed on his arm, but couldn't find it.

Figuring it had been torn off in the struggle with the girl, he searched for and found the roll of tape and tore off another six inch strip. He placed it over the sobbing girl's eyes, pressing down on her eye sockets firmly, partly to make it stick firmly, and part sadistically.

Satisfied he could now control the bitch, Ray grabbed her hair again and pulled her to a sitting position on the bed. Then he pulled her hair straight up as he commanded, "get on your feet, bitch. You and I are going for a little trip." Pulling on her hair and one arm, Ray got her to her feet and pushed her toward the door of the bedroom. Suzie still had some fight in her and braced her feet on the floor, fighting Ray's forward push. He slammed her head into the door jamb and warned, "keep it up, whore, and I'll cut your throat."

His words made Suzie freeze, then the fight in her evaporated, leaving her almost limp as she whimpered. Ray guided her on down the hall and across the living room, kicking boxes and trash out of the way as they crab-walked in the darkness. When they reached the door, Ray slowly swung it open and peered out. He looked at the shadowy outlines of the other trailers in the park and was relieved to see they were all still dark. He listened for a moment and then, his hand wrapped securely in Suzie's hair, forced her down the four steps to the ground.

He pulled her around the front of the trailer, constantly looking over his back for any sign of activity, then guided her down the dirt drive to where he had left his car. He pushed her around to the back of the car and fished the keys out of his pocket. Ray opened the trunk and turned Suzie to where her back was pressed against the back of the car. With one push, he knocked her off her feet and sent her backwards into the large trunk, her head striking the raised lid as she fell. Ray reached to lift her legs inside the trunk and Suzie's fight quickly returned as she kicked out at him. This time she missed, however, merely pissing Ray off.

He reached up for the trunk lid and brought it slamming down across the girl's shins. The sudden pain caused Suzie to jack knife upward as she screamed and then writhed and flailed her legs. Ray laughed cruelly, "that'll teach you, slut," then pushed her legs inside the trunk and closed the lid.

Ray got in the car and did a u-turn, not turning on the headlights until he had pulled onto the paved road. He headed down Farm Road, aware that there were no houses or businesses for miles past the trailer park. All the surrounding land was pulpwood forests owned by Georgia Pacific, fenced with barbed wire except for where the occasional dirt logging road cut through the trees. He knew there was small chance that anyone would travel any of the logging roads until hunting season, then few would trespass on the property. Ray drove with the bright lights illuminating the highway ahead as he searched for one of the logging roads.

He had gone about two miles when he spotted one of the dirt roads, the entrance almost obscured by undergrowth. Checking his rear view mirror for other headlights and seeing none, Ray slowly guided the car off of the pavement and onto the rutted road, hearing the brush scrape his car as he forced his way through the growth. He drove at least a half-mile before he came onto a small clearing, apparently a turn-around for the logging trucks. Pulling to one side of the clearing next to a large tree, Ray turned off the lights and the motor. He sat there for a minute, listening to the sound of crickets and other night life, then heard a muffled thumping against the lid of the trunk.

"Bitch wants out," he thought as he got out of the car and headed to the back. "She'll wish I had left her in there when I'm finished." He unlocked the trunk and stared down at his captive, arms secured behind her, her legs drawn up in a fetal position. "Pay back time, whore," he spoke to her as he reached in the trunk and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head around to the back of the car. He could hear her squeal as he pulled her dead weight, giving him even more enjoyment. Placing his hands under her arms, Ray dragged her out of the trunk, letting the metal latch scrape her back from shoulders to ass as he pulled, her bra strap catching in the latch and coming unfastened.

When he had her body almost out of the trunk, Ray just let her drop. She landed on her back in the dirt, her legs resting on the car's bumper. He kicked her on the hip as he ordered, "on your feet, cunt." She moaned from his kick and rolled onto one side, letting her legs fall from the bumper. When she didn't do as he had ordered, Ray gave her another kick, this one landing square on her ass. "I said on your feet, you bitch."

His second kick brought results as Suzie struggled to her feet, fighting to keep her balance with her arms fastened behind her. Ray stepped in front of her and, without warning, grabbed one end of the tape across her eyes and snatched it off, plucking most of her eyebrows with the tape. She screamed again, bending over slightly. Ray then pulled her head up by her hair and repeated the move with the tape on her mouth, hoping it pulled some skin with it. She didn't scream when he pulled the tape off of her mouth, but began to cuss him. "You bastard. You sonofabitch," she spouted. "You'll rot in jail for this."

Ray stepped forward and punched her in the stomach and, using the same words she had said to him the night before, warned, "shut up, Suzie. Shut up. We'll see who rots in jail." Suzie was bending over wretching from his blow to her stomach, her tits falling out of her loosened bra, hanging down like her head. Pulling a pocket knife from his pocket and opening it, Ray stepped behind her and cut the remaining straps of her bra, then jerked it off of her. Suzie straightened and turned from him as if to deprive him of the sight of her naked breasts.

He wasn't interested in her tits at the moment as he stepped behind her and tore her panties off, having to grip her by the arm as he ripped the cotton. He spun her around and stared at her now-naked body, seeing that she had shaved most of her pussy hair. What she had was dark and stood out against her white, pudgy belly. He mimicked her derisive laugh, "you're shit, bitch. Think you're hot stuff, but you sure don't look it now."

Ray went to the car and got his tool box out of the back seat and set it on the hood. He got a heavy rope and two clothesline-sized ropes out of the box. Walking to the big tree in the clearing, Ray dropped the two smaller ropes and, looping the heavy rope in one hand tossed it up in the air, aiming for a large limb about ten feet off the ground. His first toss struck some branches and didn't go over the limb as he intended, so he repeated the effort, succeeding on the second try. He wrapped one end of the rope around the tree and left the other hanging just above the ground. Ray picked up the two smaller ropes and walked back to Suzie, her eyes following his every movement, questioning what he was planning. "Wh-what are you going to do?" she asked, fear causing her voice to quake.

"I'm going to have some fun," Ray replied as he stepped up to her while his hands formed a slip-knot loop in one of the lines. He roughly pushed Suzie against the car and bent her forward. Holding her in that position with one hand, Ray slipped the noose around one dangling tit with the other, working it with his fingers until it closed tightly around the top of the globe, squeezing the skin tight and causing the breast to look like a gourd. He straightened her back up and gave a final yank to the line, causing it to bite into her tit. Ray dropped the end of the line to the ground and repeated the procedure with the other line, ignoring the whimpers of the naked girl as he cinched each line tight. Ray then tied the two loose ends of the lines into one double loop, pulling them tight to make sure they didn't slip.

Satisfied with his handiwork, Ray pulled Suzie like a man leading a horse by a halter, the lines pulling her tits straight out as Ray walked to where he had thrown the large rope over the tree limb. She must have thought he was going to hang her and began to beg, sinking to her knees in tears. "Oh, please, Ray, please don't. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Please don't hurt me. Please." Ray ignored her pleas, running the end of the big rope through the loop he had made in the clothes lines and tying it in a square knot. He then untied the end from the tree and carried it to his car. Stooping under the front bumper, Ray attached the rope to the bumper brace, knotting it twice for security.

He heard Suzie cry out again, "p-l-e-e-a-s-e, Ray, please don't." Not even giving her a look, he got in the car and started the motor, then put the car in reverse and began to slowly back up, the headlights illuminating Suzie as she quickly rose to her feet as she felt the clothes line tighten.

Ray watched as the rope pulled taut, lifting Suzie by her tits until just her toes were touching the ground. He put the transmission in park and set the emergency break, got out of the car and reached in the back seat, pulling out a cane fishing pole. Ray walked to where Suzie was hanging, doing her utmost to relieve the tension on her breasts by pointing her toes and pressing against the ground while she moaned from the tearing pain in her tits. He could see the white globes were turning a little blue, the veins beginning to stick out like small ropes. Ray reached out and grapped one distended nipple, savagely twisting it, chuckling at her instant reaction to the pain.

He thought how much the scene reminded him of the movie 'A Man Called Horse', where a man was hung with leather thongs peircing his lateral muscles. Suzie' body was tilted slightly backward as the ropes held her by her breasts.

Swinging the cane pole in a fast whipping motion, hearing it whistle against the air, Ray grabbed her by her hair, forcing her eyes to meet his, and nonchalantly informed the helpless girl, "now, bitch, it's time you learn not to fuck with men." He stepped back a couple of paces, swung his arm with the cane behind him, then brought it forward with all the force he could muster. The first blow of the flexible wood struck her across her lower belly and brought a blood-curdling scream from her mouth, her feet leaving the ground in reflex to the blow and the sharp pain, putting all her weight on the ligatures binding her tits.

Even as she screamed, Suzie fought to put her toes back on the ground, only to instinctively jerk them back up as the second blow of the cane hit her thighs. Ray saw the red welt across her white belly from the first blow and smiled, satisfied at his handiwork. He aimed the next swing at her breasts and hit the bulbous flesh straight across her nipples, the force of the blow sinking into the bluish skin. Her continued screams only served to further excite Ray and he swung again and again, leaving welts across the entire front of her nude body, blood beginning to seep from some of the wounds. Ray worked his way around her now-swinging body, covering her skin with stripes of pain.

Standing to one side of the crying, whimpering, girl, he concentrated on her moon-white ass, whipping it mercilessly, laughing with each blow to the plump behind. When he finally moved to her swinging legs, her ass was one solid mass of red, the cane marks running in criss-crossed stripes across the bleeding flesh. Ray whipped her for at least fifteen minutes, only stopping when his arm began to ache. By then Suzie's screams had ceased, replaced by a deep moaning, her body hanging limply from the ropes, her head thrown back, her eyes staring at the sky, glazed over with pain.

Ray walked around her and studied the results of the whipping, running his finger across some of the bleeding welts, admiring the effect of the cane on her tender skin. He noticed that the ropes around her breasts was now buried in the flesh of her tits, the skin underneath the once pretty globes tearing from supporting the weight of her body, blood oozing from the stretched, torn skin. He went to the car and removed all of his clothing except for his shoes and socks, then got in the car and moved it slowly forward until Suzie's ragdoll- like figure collapsed on the ground, then untied the rope from the bumper and walked to the prone girl.

He removed the looped ropes from her abused breasts and, taking her by the hair, pulled her up into a sitting position. "Get up, slut," he ordered as he pulled up on her hair.

Whimpering, Suzie pleaded, "please, Ray, please stop. Don't hurt me any more, pleeease." Ray continued to pull her hair and Suzie fought to get her feet under her, awkwardly getting to her feet. "I'll do anything you want, Ray, but don't hurt me any more." Tears streaked down her puffy face, dripping onto her chest to mix with the thin streams of blood leaking from her wounds. "Yeh, you're going to do anything I want, you fucking whore," Ray sneered as he pulled her toward the car by the hair. Turning her with her back to the grill of the car, he ordered, "get up on the hood, bitch." He lifted her with his hands under her arms as she tried to comply by stepping backward on the bumper.

When her ass was resting on the hood, Ray pushed her torso back on the cold metal, her legs hanging over the front of the car. He turned and went to the tree and retrieved the two small ropes, then returned to the car. Ray picked up one leg and slipped the loop of a rope over her ankle, then wrapped the loose end around the curved end of the bumper, pulling the leg to where it hung over the front of the fender, causing her body to slide to the edge of the hood.

Ray then repeated the move with Suzie's free leg, having to pull the rope tight to spread her legs, causing her to cry out as he jerked the rope tight, almost pulling her legs out of their hip sockets, each leg hanging over the front of the fenders, her body back in the center of the hood. He stepped back to view the spread-eagle girl, his dick beginning to rise at the sight of her pussy spread so wide, her legs held painfully apart like a giant wishbone, her breasts forced up by the arms behind her back.

Ray began to massage his awakening prick, feeling it grow from its soft five inches to the aroused nine inches of thick meat. Ray may have been average looking but his dick was certainly not, as a few, very few, girls had learned. He stepped up on the bumper, then straddled the helpless Suzie, moving up her body on his knees until his ass rested on her bloody tits. "Okay, bitch, you wouldn't give me a kiss, so now you can kiss my dick. And if you bite it, I swear, I'll cut your damn throat." Ray placed the swollen head against her lips, rubbing the precum dripping from its eye on them. "Lick it, cunt. You better give me the best sucking you've ever given, if you know what's good for you."

Suzie quickly stuck her tongue out and began to lick at the purple head, fervently hoping that if she did as he ordered, his abuse of her would end. As she licked, Ray began to feed her his monstrous dick, lifing her head with a hand grasping each ear as he pushed forward, filling her mouth with his rock hard cock. When he had just a little more than half of it in her mouth, Ray could feel the back of her throat, so he raised up, releasing his grip on her ears, and lunged downward his entire nine inches, quickly shoving it into her throat until his tightened balls slapped against her stretched lips.

Suzie immediately began to gag and fight for air, but Ray held her head still as he made short strokes into her throat, the convulsing muscles squeezing the head of his dick, enhancing the sensation he was feeling. She began to vomit, the hot, acid contents of her stomach splashing against the head of his cock, the heat stirring the cum deep inside of him, then spurting down her gullet to mix with the contents of her stomach. Ray held his dick buried in her convulsing throat until he felt the last spurt leave him, then quickly withdrew from her violated throat, letting his dick collapse on her face as he sat back on her bloody tits.

Suzie's chest heaved as it worked to suck air into her starved lungs, her breasts pushing up against Ray with each gulp of air.

Ray climbed off of her and stepped to the ground, his dick returning to its relaxed state, but his passion unabated. Not his passion for sex, but the new passion he felt to inflict pain, cause suffering, to punish the girl before him for all the times he had been rejected or laughed at by other women. She would have to pay the price for all that he had suffered, and he found he was enjoying it beyond belief, the adrenalin pumping in his veins, driving him to greater heights, controlling his every emotion.

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