They swarmed like locus with vengeance in their eyes. They had forgotten their moral ethics as the scrambled around him. What did he do wrong, besides being a man? Together the women tied his hands and bound his mouth. Fear ebbed through his eyes, but he tried not to show it. He kept reminding himself to put up a good front, besides they were only women.
Some how the women sensed his patronizing thoughts as their grips got tougher. They purposely punched and kicked the man, wanting him to scream in pain or even better to break down and cry. They wanted to get back at all men who through the years brutalized and raped women like it was a sport.
A new sport was coming and men better start running! The van was crowded with women. They surrounded their capture like angry bees defending a nest. They kicked and prodded the man over and over again. Finally, he lost it and tears of anguish and frustration started to pour. The women smiled over their victory.
On one level they had won. The Van drove for what seemed like miles. Until it finally stopped. The women pulled the man from the van and dragged him on the floor. The man looked around not recognizing where they had taken him. It looked like an old barn with hooks hanging from the ceiling and walls. A modern dungeon equipped from a farmer's decay. He tried yet again to convince his predators to let him go.
He argued and pleaded like so many women before him. Each time the men's ears would go numb and the next day a new rape victim to be found.
The police long ago established categories for the women. If they were prostitutes or dressed "inappropriately" they deserved to have their bodies used and abused by men, then left for dead. If they were "normal citizens" then it was a hunt, but each man envied the hunted. It was women's turn to show men how it feels to be raped! This guy was not the first, but rather one in a number of pervious victims. His pleadings echoes of words heard many times before. The women took pleasure in their work.torturing the man like he has tortured many women before.
It didn't matter that this man may be innocent of any wrong doing, bottom line he was a man and that made him guilty.
Guilty by association. The women tied him to the hooks facing the wall. They brutally ripped the clothing from his body. Some of the fibers digging deeply into his skin bringing forth a few drops of thick redness.
Eagerly, taking turns each girl sucked up a few drops of the liquid savoring the metallic flavor. When the man was tied up, the women drew straws to see who would go first. Margeret was the lucky one as she tied the large dildo around her waist.
Without warning she shoved the large head between the man's cheeks and deep up his tight hole. He screamed with pain. His screams seemed to never stop as they bounced against the walls of the old building. The remnants of other screams met his and melded into the old walls. Again, she pounced deep inside of him only to hear nothing. She was angry that he fainted so fast. She pulled out of him and undid the dildo. The next women stood over him, one hand under his noise.
He woke feeling deep angry pain shooting between his legs. He didn't even have to check, he knew he was bleeding. Tanya took the vial of Ammonia away from his nose. She knew that he was once again awake and ready for more.
She pulled a long whip from the wall and snapped it against his buttocks and back. Again, he screamed in agony. The pain was so intense. And yet again, he fainted. His mind found the relief of soothing blackness as he comfortable slipped back in.
Tanya was angry and amazed. On the street he looked like a tough guy as he cat called to them. He bragged how big his cock was, but the girls only found a shriveled little head. Each time he fainted a new tormented was chosen. There were 10 girls in all. Each hated men because of their historical brutality to women.
Men enjoyed rapping women and it was time for the tables to be turned. These women actually enjoyed rapping men. This had become a full time event for them. They chose their men carefully and after rapping the men, they stripped them of anything valuable. In the last year, their extra curricular activity enabled them to buy an old farm on the outskirts of the city. Their handy work was well publicized and numerous of women were giving their accolades. It seemed, all things considered, as a worthwhile pursuit.
Tanya turned the whip over to Amber. Amber chose to use her hands versus any other tools. She would naturally pull this guy away. She stood in front of him and placed both of her hands on his balls. She held his balls and cock in her hands and squeezed them again. She felt the small blood vessels pop in one of the balls. She looked down at her handy work to see the ball turn completely red. She had done this to so many other men, she knew that she had caused internal bleeding. From behind herself, she took out a large hammer.
The man was just starting to wake. The look in his eyes was unmistakable as he saw the hammer. He started to scream. Amber took a block of wood and set it under his small limp cock. Then she took tape and taped open his lids.
She didn't want him to miss one motion! She swung the hammer up and brought in down so hard on his soft cock. There was an unmistakable noise of a ripe banana being smooshed. The man's voice rose in so much agony, Amber started to laugh.
She had a man do the same thing to one of her breasts, during a rape. She knew exactly how terrible it felt. Her eyes momentarily watered with the remembrance of the pain. She lifted the hammer again, this time finishing the job. Blood sprayed from the broken member.
The man was once again, gone. His eyes had a glazed lifeless look.
Amber laid down the hammer and left the barn. She needed fresh air. She understood why she joined the gang and believed that men needed to learn, first hand, how terrible rape was. But causing another human being so much pain, for your own enjoyment was difficult for her to swallow.
Each time, she prevented herself to enjoy the act. The other women thoroughly enjoyed torturing the man. Barbara was an expert at finding the right guys. They had to have a background of rape. The women were amazed by how many men had raped or thought about rape.
Barbara started a website predominately about rape. They found a lot of their victims through that website. Amber walked back into the barn just in time to see Barbara strike a match. She placed the burning wood deep up the man's butt hole.
Again, he woke screaming in pain. His voice becoming hoarse as he continued voicing his protest. He broke down again, tears pouring over his cheeks. He wanted it to stop. He kept questioning why him. Men were suppose to dominate women, not visa versa. Each time he raped a women, he enjoyed the sensation. That was man's right. But this.this was wrong. He started laughing hysterically. His voice raising higher and higher. Chrissy wanted her turn.
As she approached the man. He sobered almost immediately. "Do ya like raping women." Chrissy taunted? "I bet you do. you like raping them young. don't you?" Chrissy didn't wait for a reply. She had seen his file and knew what type of monster was before her. She placed two clips on each of his nipples. A long wire was attached to each clip and then to what looked like a car battery. Chrissy slowly turned a knob and a jolt of electricity went to each nipple. The man jumped in surprise.
He knew something was burning by the smell. What surprised him was finding out it was his nipples that were burning. At this point he had found a safe place in his mind. A dark place away from the pain and reality. He knew these women were doing things to him that he had done to women before.
But it was different. This time he was on the receiving end and it was not pleasurable. Chrissy knew she had pushed him over the edge. She saw the look on his face. She jolted him once again, enjoying the smell of burning flesh. She knew how painful this was, having been the victim. She enjoyed the fact that a man was in pain. She knew this was not right, but the law was no help.
The law simply slapped these criminals on the hand and released them. Once out, these guys repeated their tenure of pain to women. Barbara tapped Chrissy on the shoulder.
It was time to dump the body. He was still alive, but soon wouldn't be. If the police found him quickly he may be saved. They piled the man back into the van and drove him back to the city.
They dumped his tortured body right in front of the police head quarters. It was the same place they had dumped the others.
This was their 50th victim and the police were no closer in solving the mystery. As the others left in the van, Barbara washed away the evidence. From the yard, she escorted all the animals back into the barn.
She securely closed the door and went to find Chrissy. Chrissy was filled with erotic energy from their night's adventure. Chrissy had already undressed and was waiting for Barbara.
Barbara eagerly embraced Chrissy as each found the other's mouth. Their kiss was sweet and passionate! Barbara laid on her back as Chrissy teased each of her nipples with her tongue. Barbara sighed with pleasure. Barbara reached down finding the wetness between Chrissy's legs. She easily slipped her fingers deep into her hotness, pulling her closer. Chrissy held onto Barbara enjoying the movement of her hand.
Barbara reached up caressing Chrissy's face, brushing the tears away. She knew that she was hurting from what she just did. It actually hurt all the women, but they had no choice.
Men had to be taught a lesson. Barbara kissed each tear away and rolled ontop of Chrissy.
Chrissy caressed Barbara's skin lingering at her nipples. She pulled each nipple to her mouth and gently sucked. The two headed dildo slipped easily into their wet regions.
Together they humped to an orgasm. As they moved in unison, each played with each other's nipples.
Once the orgasms was reached, their mouths found each other's again. They shared a deep kiss, milking each other dry. They held each other for a long long time. Chrissy turned to Barbara and whispered "it's wrong what we do." Barbara nodded in agreement, "But Chrissy, it is the only way to make it stop." As they started to fall asleep in each other's arms, Amber was driving back to the farm with the other women.
Each women was reliving the nights experience.
A thought echoed in Amber's mind. have we become just as bad as men?