Pauline The Slut - Part48: Revenge

I was pulled back into the house and dragged into the lounge. The lights were on and there were a number of cameras. Then I saw Debbie and Hannah standing together with two strapons. The cocks were massive particularly against their young bodies.

My husband threw me to the ground. “Here she is. The slut who’s responsible for all your pain and suffering. Here’s your chance for your revenge. Do whatever you want to her.”

The sisters looked at each other, then at my husband, then me. A shiver went down my spine when I saw the hate in their eyes.

“What are you waiting for.” my husband asked.

They looked at each other again, then sprang towards me. I tried to get up and escape but they were on me before I could get to my feet. I curled up in a ball as they began kicking my body. This continued for several minutes before one of them grabbed my arms and pulled them painfully behind my back forcing me onto my knees. My whole body ached from the kicking.

"Suck bitch," Debbie commanded, jerking her hips with the strapon into my
face. I opened my mouth and she forced the full length down my throat. She pounded away. I struggled for breath as she buried the strapon deep into my throat. She finally pulled out and I gasped in mouthfuls of air.

They dragged me over to the coffee table and pulled me across it lying face down. It was now Hannah’s turn to rape my mouth driving her strapon in and blocking my air passage. I was thrashing about for air when Debbie drove into my ass. My scream was muffled by Hannah’s strapon. Hannah withdrew from my throat allowing me get some air before grabbing my hair and pushing into my mouth again.

I felt hands maul my breasts, finding my nipples and then digging their nails into my tender flesh. There were more muffled screams as the nails tore at my breasts. The lack of oxygen was making me dizzy as the two strapons pounded in and out of my throat and ass. I felt weak and nauseous when I passed out.

When I awoke I was dragged off the table by my hair and left on the floor on my back. Hannah fell on top of me her mouth covering my left nipple before biting violently. A scream ripped from my mouth. She then moved to the right one and again bit down. I screamed again.

When she finished I looked down to see blood seeping from both breasts. She moved over me and lowered her cunt to my face. “Lick me whore. Make me cum.”

I was too weak to resist. I pushed my tongue into her young cunt. She rubbed herself up and down on my face while I kept licking. I then felt a breath on my cunt followed by a tongue teasing my clit. It had to be Debbie as Hannah was still sitting on my face. Then she bit hard on my clit sending a bolt of pain through me.

Hannah pushed her cunt down on my mouth silencing my scream and bringing herself to an orgasm. My face was drenched with her juices. She crawled off me.

Debbie looked at me with an evil expression. She rolled her hand into a fist and forced it up my cunt. Tears filled my eyes as she buried her fist deep inside me. I felt Hannah move to the other side of me. I felt her fingers against my ass. She entered me then pushed further trying to get her hand inside.

“No” I screamed.

She pushed and I cried as I felt my ass stretch painfully to accommodate her hand. I could feel her forcing her hand into a fist tearing my insides apart. They both worked in unison one pushing towards my womb while the other reached my bowels. My body was pulsating in pain from the double intrusion. I howled as I was split in two. Debbie’s fist punched my womb sending a jolt of pain up my spine. The pain was overwhelming and my throat was raw from screaming.

My body was jerked back and forth like a rag doll as the two sisters fist fucked me continually. In and out, in and out. I could hear both of them grunt and pant as they tried to penetrate further. My head was spinning, sweat pouring from my body. The pain intensified to an unbearable level. It was like nothing I’d experienced before. Their hatred for me seemed to drive them further. It felt like hours had passed.

I don’t remember passing out.

-WARN- It's a long one, but it's something I have to tell. There's a TL;DR; -WARN-

Names have been altered for secrecy.

Confession: A Detailed Account of Two Forced Sexual Encounters with my Step Cousin

When my parents were divorced in 1986, my mother began dating and eventually remarried a lawyer. The lawyer had a sister, and that sister had children. One of them was Ashley. Ashley, or just "Ash" as we began call her, is three years my older, but we fit together like two peas in a pod. She liked all the same games as I, and we often agreed on all issues, trivial or otherwise. Ashley and I stopped seeing each other as often when my parents divorced again, and at this point we were in separate schools. I was in sixth grade at the eastern high school, and she was in seventh grade at the western. Because of our school situation, we didn't see each other often, but occasionally the bus routes would intersect and we would meet up. It was on one of those days that I experienced one of the most life changing experiences of my entire existence. I was dropped off at my mother's office which has already closed ( I used to wait here to be picked up ) when I saw Ash walking down the sidewalk. I invited her in, because that's what friends do. She asked me how my day was, how school had been, typical, boring stuff. She had changed. The old, hyper "Ash" that I knew had been replaced with a calm, level-headed (or so I thought), and in my eyes boring "Ashley." But something was different about her. Her demeanor was off-balance. She looked uneasy, almost sick, and nervous. She told me she wasn't feeling well. She asked me to come into the back with her to look for something to do. Once back there, the real fun began. She closed the door behind her, turned out the lights, and took off her shirt. The light from the shaded window was dim. I turned around to tell her to stop joking around, and she practically tackled me to the floor and pressed her 14-year-old chest against me. I tried to resist, but she was an athlete and demonstrated that. She took off her bra and began to rub her medium-sized breasts against my face. She took off all my clothes, wiping each article against the crotch of her pants. She molested me. My friend who I had trusted over many years. She yanked and jerked and licked my 11-year-old penis to no avail. I was not enjoying it. But this was not the worst. She continued to scratch and hold me. She only ceased to remove her pants. Fully naked, she smothered me with her exposed pussy and ground my face until she climaxed. I could barely breathe. I was traumatized. It amazed me that this girl would be capable of such a thing, and while maintaining complete silence. She hit me and the last thing she said was, �If you tell anyone, I'll do it again and again, and no one will believe you.� It was inhuman. I never told anyone, and I never saw Ashley again, until four years later at a new years party. I was 16, she was 19 in college. She acted nonchalant. She acted like nothing had happened. I was furious, I wanted to kill her. Because of her, I had taken up a life of drugs and detention in school. I was on regular drug tests, which I routinely failed, but no one cared here. I spent nearly every Friday afternoon in Detention. I hated her, and I wanted revenge. All of the proper adults were as drunk as dogs. Ashley was blazed, and I could feel the ache of my own vices. Ashley got up and went outside for a smoke. I decided that this was my opportune moment. I ran outside and hit her over the head and dragged her into an unoccupied room. I quickly gagged her with a washcloth and duct tape and tied her hands to the legs of a dresser with a couple of pillowcases after removing her shirt. When I heard her start to groan, I got down at the level of her face and smacked her. She came to. I told her everything. I told her how she fucked up my life, about how she ruined me that night at my mom's office. And I told her that now it was her turn. But it was more than her turn. She had that night plus years of hell to pay for. I was going to make this an absolute misery. I pulled out a small bag of cocaine I had. I laid the coke out in the small of her back while I held her still. Then I pulled out my razor-blade and lined it up, cutting her severely in the process. I then proceeded to snort two lines of cocaine off of my step cousin's back. Everyone in the house was either in a deep alcoholic sleep or gone for the night, but I didn't care. Tonight was about revenge. I pulled down her skirt so she was in her lace bra and thong and slapped her bare ass as hard as I could. She tried to scream, but I only laughed. I pulled off my pants and shirt, down to my boxers and leaned in close to her face, contouring her body. I whispered in her ear those words that had haunted my life for four miserable years, �If you tell anyone, I'll do it again and again, and no one will believe you.� In one swift motion I oiled my fingers, pulled her thong aside, and rammed two fingers into her asshole. She tried violently to resist. But now, I was much stronger than she. I continued fingering her asshole for about a minute before I pulled her thong completely off along with my boxers. I had a monster-thumper of a boner. I oiled up and thrust it into her pussy in the blink of an eye. I was brutal, I was unforgiving. I had reduced her to tears. Good. That's how I wanted her to feel. I wanted her to feel violated. I wanted her to think, he's raping me and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I pulled out and pumped in and out of her asshole, then I ejaculated inside of her anus. I grabbed my razor-blade and held it to her face, then I removed the duct tape gag and told her to tell me what she thought. After what seemed like hours of exasperated breathing, she said �How could you do that, for what I did to you?� To which I replied �You'll know in four years.� I walked away and drove away from the town, went to another state to stay in a hotel on some cash that I had saved up. When everything quieted down, I called a friend to ask how things were to see if she had told anyone (he didnt' know, but I asked what was up, small talk, etc.). To my surprise, she had blamed the beatings and bruising on her ex boyfriend, who was convicted and arrested of rape. I returned home and was in trouble with the law for running away, but it was a far cry from rape allegations. Sure enough, about six years later I run into Ashley again. She was on hard drugs like cocaine that I had kicked since then. In fact, she was almost exactly like I did five years before. My life, however, was going good. I was in college with a decent job, but she was a wreck. When she saw me, she was shocked, but she didn't respond with anger as I had, but she asked me if she could talk to me alone. I agreed, I didn't feel threatened at all (though I probably should have), and we went to her apartment. She was crying the whole way there. I began to tear up. When we entered her apartment, which was torn to pieces, she began crying uncontrollably, she got on her knees and said she was sorry. She begged for my forgiveness. She told me what I had told her, six years ago, that that night had ruined her life because she had realized the psychological pain that rape can cause. All she wanted was my forgiveness, and she had struck a nerve, because all I had really wanted, was for her to ask for it. I gave her a hug and told her how sorry I was. Truth be told, I hadn't regretted a single minute until that moment, but I then realized the error of what I had done. We cried, we talked, and we forgave each other, but we could never remain close. We went our separate ways. I haven't seen her again so far, but it was nice to finally have some closure to that episode.

TL;DR: My step cousin raped me, and I brutally hate-raped her again four years later.

I'm 58 my son is 35 we went on holiday to Thailand.
He had a girlfriend over there that had two daughter about
2 and 8 one day he found out his gf was cheating on him so he
Wanted to get his revenge he ask me could I help
So we both got her and her daughters by the sea and rape and
Tourtcher them burning ther tits with a fag
He started on the mum I did the lil girl then we swap
Got to admit did not think a lil Thai girl could take
All my Dick she took it deep .that will teach Thai sluts
To fuck about put a photo of them up for u to wank over
Both got beaten burnt and strangle as we fuck them and
It was grate

I used to work at a warehouse (autoparts) in chance of the inventory report. I was Under a female manager. Now let me describe her, she was a Slim petit brunnette latina woman with an elegant frame and beautiful body, she had a very nice rack (wasnt exorbitant but it was not by any means small) same with her ass. It was ovious she was there because someone from upper management was fucking her (she dint had the skills for the job), she liked to attack male attention she dressed in a provocately manner but profesional office attire, she caught me in numerous occations looking at her ass and clevage but she dint mimd she actually seems to enjoy it, sadly she had a bad temper.Because of her own incompetence the warehouse always had bad Numbers and she was pissed, she called me names every time i presented her the bad News, i was starting to get pissed off because of her treathment but to be honest, it aroused me, it got me hard to think On my revenge On her, it make me want to rape her like the foul mouthed slut she was, i Started to have fantasies about snuffing her and teach her some manners before turning her forever mine.im 6 Feet tall she was 5 feet maximum, I weigth 200 pounds she weithed 110 at most, to think I could easily overpowered her any time i wanted made me hard, the rage and lust i felt for her was something i have never felt before. I was like an animal following his instinct to domain her, a prime desire for her body, it dint matter if she was alive . The warehouse was a big and very private place, away from the eyes of the rest of the personel, i always fantasied about luring her to the warehouse making her think she had power over me and then ambush her.I would have loved strangling her in diferent ways but the best i think it would have been to feel her troath On my hands and her screams getting muffled by my hand and in her last momments hear her croack and then her beautiful son delicate body become limp.After the bitch cannot talk back anymore and my rage has been pleased, i would have concentrated On my remaining urge, my lust for her body.I would made sweet love to her beautiful corpseI would kiss her sweet little lips and insert my tongue On her mouth to get a taste of her ill suck her thongue dry and start to undress her and see what presents she has for me.I would have lick her belly button and her wett pussy dry. Made love to her while sucking On her breasts. After my thirst is quenched i would hide her body somewere and after everyone leaves i would take her to my house to have more private time.