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CROSS DRESSERS REVENGE
BY
JANICE
I was fifteen years old when I was beaten up and raped by three big
adults. I was on my way home from Martial Arts school when it happened.
I was pretty good, tops in my class, but that was little help to a teen
age boy against three big drunks, aside from being beat up, I was also
sexually assaulted.
The three of them were arrested a few days later but not for what they
did to me, I was too scared to report the event, they were caught red
handed sexually abusing a young girl and were given eight to ten years.
I was glad they were caught and paid their debt to society, but I wanted
revenge for what they did to me.
Oh! One more thing, I am a closet cross dresser, but that had nothing to
do with being mugged, that was just a case of being in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
They got out after eight years due to good behavior; I was then twenty
three and an assistant at the Martial arts studio. I had also served a
hitch in the Marines and did a tour of duty In Iraq as a medic.
When I saw that these punks were out, and most likely able to return to
their sick life again I knew I had to do something to stop them, and get
my revenge' they may have paid their debt to society...but not to me.
I was living on my own and spend a good deal of my free time cross
dressing, IMHO I made a more than average female and thought I would use
that in my attempt at revenge.
I really had no idea how I was going to exact my revenge, thought I
would see how things worked out when I located them. Being convicted
felons on parole they were forbidden to associate with each other so I
knew they would not be living with each other.
It was quite easy to find out where they did live, all I had to do was
go to the computer, click to convicted sex offenders and there they
were; they had to register with the police when they moved to where they
lived.
I started with the first on the list simply because he was the first on
the list. I followed him around for several days to see if I could find
a routine, and I did.
I was not greatly surprised where he spent a lot of time. He became a
semi regular at a local bar. (read bar - dive) I knew about this place
but never frequented it myself.
I had never been out of my house as Carol, my femme name, but would need
to in order to carry out my plan for revenge. This guy, Thomas , is the
one who made me jack him off at least three times, but he wasn't the
worst of them, and that wasn't the worst that happened to me that day
eight years ago.
1
I planned everything almost as if I was on "Mission Impossible".
I amassed all the equipment I would need to carry out my plan of
revenge.
A ball gag,
Several short pieces of rope,
A date rape drug in liquid form,
Viagra in liquid form,
A pipette (A slender hollow glass tube about three sixteenths of an inch
in diameter)
And a small bottle of Elmer's glue.
I dressed as slutty as I could with the clothes I had; a short beige
dress that really showed of my (Fake) curves, three inch, knee high
boots and a white fur waist length jacket, and a long auburn wig.
While following him for the past three weeks or so I noted that he was
always hitting on some poor woman that didn't have the common sense to
tell him to fuck off.
I parked my car about a block or so away from the bar, checked my extra-
large purse to make sure that I had everything.
I opened the Elmer's glue and used it to cover my fingertips so as not
to leave any fingerprints. Took a deep breath and walked to the bar.
Fortunately there was an empty seat right next to him. My ass was just
about hit the leather when he started hitting on me. I allowed him to
buy me a drink and asked if there was someplace we could go where there
weren't so many people. I mentioned that there was a Motel just across
the street. He jumped at the chance and in just about five minutes we
were in the room. I offered to make him a drink from the bottle he
brought from the bar. I immediately poured the Viagra and date rape
drugs into his glass and made him chug-a-lug it down.
I told him to get undressed while I took care of some female stuff in
the bathroom. I knew that the drugs should take about three or four
minutes to take effect, so I waited a few minutes more.
When I entered the room he was half naked and fully unconscious and
laying the bed, I rolled him over on his back and finished undressing
him, I saw that the Viagra had done its job.
I used the lengths of rope to tie him spread eagled to the head and foot
of the bed. I shoved the ball gag in his mouth to muffle any noise he
might make when I did what I was going to do.
Now...the pipette, I oiled it a bit with some hand cream from my purse,
grabbed his rock hard cock in my hand and shoved the glass tube in his
hole as far as it would go, then I wrapped both hands around his penis
and bent it, snapping the tube, I did this several times up and down the
length of his penis trying to get as many breaks as possible.
When I was satisfied there was nothing more to break, I up and left, but
not before calling 911 and reporting a fight in the motel room. In this
neighborhood I figured I had a good ten minutes or more before they
came.
I was able to walk back to my car before I saw the red lights several
blocks down the street. I drove the hour home with a big smile on my
face, "one down and two to go."
It was on the news the next day or two, then nothing; stuff like this,
in that neighborhood is no big deal.
In a few weeks I was ready for number two, Richard.
2
I found Richard the same way, the Child molesters Data Base. As with
Tom, I followed him around for several days to see if he had a routine,
he did. I knew that on Friday, payday for him, he usually picked up a
street corner "Ho", in his van and drove to a secluded spot and did the
deed. I watched him do this a few times before I made my plan.
My tools this time...the usual knockout drugs, no Viagra this time, I
would not need it, were rope, as before, to secure him; half of a broom
handle which I had cut in half again and fixed so that I could screw it
together again like a pool cue. I tapered one end of the broom handle
and rounded the tip. In that section I drove about a dozen nails so that
about a quarter of an inch protruded through the other side at an angle
pointing away from the tip.
I dressed, again on the slutty side, with a short blond wig and a short,
tight dress and four inch heels. I knew that Richard would be driving
down the street from his job, take a right at the light on to the main
street and drive three or four blocks where he would pick up a
companion. I stood on the corner where he usually made the turn so that
I would be the first "Escort" he would see.
I gave him the usual pick up line and before you could count to one, I
was in the van. He drove to his vacant field where he usually parked.
I offered him a drink from my flask which held the knock out drug, which
took less than two minutes to take effect. I noticed that he had a bed
in the back (What a surprise). I got him undressed and onto the bed
where I was able to tie him down, face down and naked. I screwed the
broom handle together and rammed it up his ass, just as he rammed his
prick up my ass when he and his friends raped me. The big thought in my
mind at that time was what was going to happen when someone, anyone,
tried to remove it with the nails pointing out. Now this part was
completely unplanned, but when I shoved it as far as it could go, the
bottom half went completely in so that when I unscrewed the upper half,
nothing of the lower half could be seen what with all the blood flowing
from his ass.
I drove his van, with him still in the back, back to where my car was
parked. Before driving away, I called the police on his phone and
reported a suspicious van parked by a fire hydrant.
Two down, one to go.
3
This just left Harold, the ring leader. I wanted him the most. He did
the worst to me; he made me suck his cock three times, including one
time while Richard was doing me in my ass.
I took the most time planning his punishment; I was going to enjoy
getting him. Finding him was as easy as the others.
How to get to him was the hard thing, he seemed to have no vices. He
worked in a factory and went home to his motel room right from work
except for once every week or so when a woman would show up at his motel
room, stay for an hour or so, and leave. You don't have to be a member
of Mensa to know what she was there for.
I showed up in my favorite red dress with the low cut neck so that the
lace trim on my red lacy bra cups showed.
In my large shoulder bag I had some super glue, a curved upholsterer's
needle and thread, lots of cotton wadding, some surgical tape and...a
linoleum knife. (Do you see where I am going here?), and the usual rope.
Naturally I had my fingertips covered with Elmer's, just as I did with
the other guys.
It was a Wednesday when I parked my car across the street and walked to
his room door, his usual female visits were on a Friday. I told him I
was from the Agency and because he was such a good customer they sent me
to give him a good time for free. Well...who the hell is going to turn
down a free piece of ass, or whatever he did to the women he had.
I had no knock out drops this time because I wanted him to know exactly
what was happening to him. I mentioned at the beginning of this story
that I was well into Martial Arts so I knew how and where to apply
pressure to render him immobile, but still conscious, and to feel no
pain. As soon as the door closed I applied pressure to his neck and he
was on the floor as limp as a wet rag.
I lifted him to the bed and undressed him. I got my tools out and lined
them up. I did tie him down just in case. I held the linoleum knife and
steeled myself for my next task; I assume you know what that was. It was
not a pleasant sight but I did it. I used the cotton wadding to stop any
bleeding, I was surprised at how little there was, and taped the cotton
in place. (FYI, I cut everything off, balls and all.)
I took the entire thing in my hand, stuffed a pencil into the hole so
that it would stay stiff, smeared the super glue on it and shoved it in
his mouth until his balls were resting on his chin...then I used the
needle and thread to sew his lips around the shaft.
Three down, none to go.
I called the police from his room and reported shots fired. I was just
pulling out of the parking lot when the first police car came screeching
to a halt in front of his room.
Now their debt was paid to me and we were even.
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