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The Revenge Squad – by James Pendergrass
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
Chapter One????.The Capture
Chapter Two????Revelation
Chapter Three???..Experimentation
Chapter Four????Ballbusting Class
Chapter Five????Changes
Chapter Six????..Pig #1
Chapter Seven???.Camel Toe
Chapter Eight????Sanctuary
Chapter Nine????The Breaking
Chapter Ten????.Escape
Epilogue??????The Island
Chapter One - The Capture
It was Friday. The bulky middle-aged man sat in late model Lincoln SUV in an empty parking lot on the far end of a suburban park. He trained a set of binoculars across the field at 22 middle school girls kicking a soccer ball back and forth.
His name was William Granger. He was 41 years old and he had been out of jail for about two months. He’d done a stint for child abuse, but it was only two years. No big deal. If the stupid judge actually knew some of the things he had done, he would have kept him there for much longer. The truth was, he’d killed before and more than once. He’d killed young people, people who didn’t deserve to die. He would like to say he cared, but he didn’t. He had an aching need to physically dominate women, especially the young ones. Now he looked across the field at the girls kicking the soccer ball. He focused on the girl guarding the net closest to him. Her blond ponytail bobbed as ran after a lose ball. He watched her movements carefully. The way she bounced up and down on her soccer cleats. She looked like she’d give him a courageous struggle before he had his fun.
William was so fixated on the action at hand that he didn't notice the young woman approach his car from behind. The woman didn't look like a threat. She was barely five feet tall. She had squat features, but would not at all be considered unattractive. She was well built, though a tad stubby. Her little nostrils were flared, but she had pretty eyes, delicate features and a well rounded little body. She was 29 years old, but could easily have passed for 25. Men not overly fixated on thin women would have described her as a shapely little thing. She was the type of woman who could sit Indian-style and fit her round body very comfortably on a small chair.
She rapped on the passenger window with her little fist and startled the man, causing him to drop his binoculars. Now he was concerned. What was this nosy little cunt up to? His gun was in the glove compartment. He thought about reaching for it, but decided he didn’t need it.
Rolling down the window, he analyzed her face. He could have sworn he'd seen her before. And he had – she’d been trailing him for days. Her cute smile reassured him that there was no major cause for alarm.
Before he knew what happened, the woman reached through the open window with some kind of device and pressed it against his neck. His entire body suddenly went rigid. His head snapped back against the headrest. His feet kicked convulsively and smacked against the dash. His penis, which had been hard as he watched the blonde ponytail from afar, went immediately flaccid. Urine flooded into his underpants.
A van moved rapidly across the parking lot and came to a smooth halt next to the Lincoln. A woman jumped out of the passenger seat. Her jet-black hair framed a model's face. She had full red lips, and deep brown eyes. She was maybe 5'7" and had a body that caused both men and women to stare. It was the prototype of modern womanhood – sharp curves with softness only where it belonged. She wore a white button-down shirt that was tucked into black leather pants. The pants framed her ass in back and a glorious camel toe in front. Her legs tapered perfectly down until they reached sturdy knee-high leather boots.
She raced over to assist her pint-sized lover. The scumbag was slumped in the seat of his car. He was heavy. This would take some doing, but they had to act fast. Although their purpose was, without a doubt, good for society, it was very much against the law. Time was of the essence.
The two of them struggled to lift the male pig out of his seat and into the open sliding side door. There, a gorgeous Japanese woman a few years younger than the other two females, waited. She felt a chill of pleasure run down her spine and settle deep within her soul. The capture of these unruly American men who could not control their sexual impulses always thrilled her like nothing else. She watched her associates gather the defeated male, staying alert in case she had to step in and help them kick some ass. She hoped he would resist a bit so she had an excuse to use violence on him.
Sure enough, the two women outside the van began to struggle. They guy was 240 pounds of deadweight. The tazer used by Crystal had 10 volts of electricity. After all, they couldn't afford to take any chances with scum such as this. Now as she watched, Crystal and Deborah could hardly move the man. With great effort, they were able to pull him from his SUV, which emitted an irritating beeping noise. It was a reminder that the clock was ticking and they needed to act fast. They had to pull him across five feet of old pavement into the van.
Deborah heard a buzzing from the handheld phone attached to her waist. It was Detective Steven Fuller’s urgent voice. ?Miss Deborah, someone on the soccer field must have seen something funny and called 9-1-1. You have four minutes at most.?
Suddenly, the male perpetrator seemed to regain his strength. He felt himself being dragged by these two bitches. Who the fuck did they think they were? He stood up and flexed his bulky arms. It was time to show these crazy cunts who was boss. He prepared to do what he had done many times in his life: exert his male strength on the weaker gender.
The two women felt the man’s surge. They both knew it was time to respond. Crystal reached up and held his arm for dear life. Because of her diminutive size, she needed both hands to hold him. She was an accomplished martial artist with a brown belt in karate, but she was not nearly as accomplished as Deborah or Kimiko. She had complete confidence that her female associates would be able to handle the male's resistance - they always did – and it would be fun to watch. For Deborah, the statuesque brunette, it always gave her a little thrill when they struggled. At 29, like Crystal, she was at the peak of her physical, sexual, and emotional powers. Like Kimiko, she was a black belt in several martial arts disciplines and she was also very strong, though you'd never know it. Though her body was toned, it was not the least bit muscle-bound. With one hand she reached across her chest, sliding her arm conveniently beneath her pert breasts. She gripped the man's wrist and pressed her thumb just below his palm. The man felt pain shoot up his hand and it went limp. Then, Deborah reached behind his thick neck with her free hand and applied pressure on a hidden nerve at the base of his skull. It was a well-practiced move and she wasted no motion whatsoever.
The man felt almost as though he'd been shocked again. This time he felt a searing pain in his shoulders and his body once again went rigid. The only thing that seemed to work was his nose, which could smell the light sent of perfume.
All three women were incredibly well rehearsed at this. They felt the man's resistance ebb and they knew the time had come to put this one away for good. With that, Deborah pulled him toward her. In doing so, it required the man to put more weight on the leg that was closest to her. As he shifted, Crystal hooked her little leg inside the man's other leg. She swept her leg against his instep, causing it to slide further apart. Crystal moved gracefully aside so his legs had a chance to spread further apart. They now had him off balance and exposed.
From her vantage point in the van, Kimiko knew exactly what was required of her. In fact, she had already put her lithe body into motion. With her slender fingers, she gripped the roof of the van and hooked her thumbs on the ceiling. Then she stepped forward to the edge of the van, placing her Italian leather boot on the footrest. She pivoted her hips and pulled her left leg back behind her tight body. Then, with incredible speed and accuracy she brought her back leg forward and upward. It came shooting out of the van and crashed into the man's open groin with a thud.
Both Deborah and Crystal's lips turned upward in a smile as they recognized the familiar sound of boot connecting with ball sack. Both felt a bit disappointed that they hadn't had time to disrobe the male before the busting took place. There would be time for that later. From the sound, they knew that Kimiko's kick had found its mark. It usually did. The truth was that all three of them were experts at this aspect of male discipline, but Kimiko had a certain flair that made her kicks special. Perhaps it was her incredibly slender hips. Perhaps it was the beautiful little feminine grunt she made at the point of impact that sounded like ?hiii-ya!? Whatever the reason, it was one of the better kicks either of them had seen.
And both had seen male gonads punished on thousands of occasions both in video and in real life.
The man slumped forward. His head fell forward as well. He saw the asphalt and a piece of gum stuck to the asphalt that had been tossed there carelessly (ironically, as it turned out, by the goalie of the girl's soccer team he'd been watching). It would be his last vision as a free man.
Kimiko wasn't quite finished. As the man felt his entire world crashing down upon him, there was one more coup de grace to deliver before imprisoning him for good. Still gripping the top of the van, she drove her knee up viciously toward the man’s slumping head. The intent was clear - to knock him out. His will was already shattered, but it was now time to shatter his nose. Her bare knee crashed into the man's nose. She felt the wonderful sensation of the man's bone and cartilage yielding to her hard little knee. Had she delivered the blow a second earlier when he was more upright, she would have driven his nose into his stupid brain. But alas, they wanted him alive. So she waited and just broke his nose cleanly.
Now that his lights had been effectively turned out, the man slumped forward into the van. The women gathered his tattered remains and left the area without incident.
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"Aw Kimmie, why'd you have to break his nose? He's bleeding like a stuck pig back here," said Crystal.
Kimiko drove the van, while the other two ladies tended to the mess in the back seat.
"It's more humiliating that way," said Kimiko breezily, as she entered the freeway ramp and headed west out of the suburbs and toward the countryside.
"She's right," said Deborah, as she wrapped a towel around the man's destroyed face and applied pressure. They had been driving for fifteen minutes and the man had been moaning softly. "That's ok, pig, just relax and do as we say," said Deborah.
The man was on his back, but Deborah had his head turned sideways so he wouldn't swallow his own blood. She held his head firmly but there was no longer a need to be cautious. Once they got him in the car, Crystal had injected him with a powerful drug that would ensure he wouldn't be causing them any more trouble that day.
As Deborah tended to the man's busted nose, Crystal went about relieving him of his clothing. He wouldn't need it ever again, so she took an industrial-strength set of shears and snipped them away from his body. She had already removed his shirt and now was just finishing off his pants.
"Yuck," said a disgusted Crystal. "Another pants pisser."
"Gross," said Deborah. She looked down at the man's tighty whiteys, which were stained with yellow in front.
"You should have to clean this up, Kimmie," said Crystal jokingly. ?He probably pissed himself when you smashed his nose!?
"No," said the gorgeous Japanese woman, looking at the rearview mirror and laughing. "He probably lost it when you zapped his dumb ass."
"Maybe," Crystal said.
"Actually wait," said Kimiko, now I remember. When I booted his balls, I could see he already had wetness in his pants.
"Whatever," Crystal said. She snipped away at the underpants. She wore plastic gloves to help insulate her from the filth, so it was no big deal to her.
"I think we should make him eat those for dinner," said Deborah. She always was the most severe of the three women. To Deborah, men were on earth for one purpose - to be used. They all felt that way, but nobody as vehemently as Deborah.
"He's not going to be able to eat anything for a couple of days," said Crystal, now holding his underpants up with just her thumb and forefinger. She kept them away from her body. Even though she wore gloves, the underwear disgusted her. She scrunched her pretty little face up as she carefully placed the underwear in a plastic bio-container they had in the corner of the van. Then she turned her attention back to the man's now exposed groin.
"Oh wow," said Crystal. "You really crushed his balls, Kimmie."
"You go girl!" said a delighted Deborah, staring down at the man's balls, which had swollen nearly to the size of a tennis ball. They were purple.
"Yeah, what a serious demolition," added Crystal, also quite pleased.
"Girl power!" said Kimiko happily from the front seat. The two women in back repeated the phrase happily.
Crystal then pulled out the Device. It was a black stainless steel curved ring that looked like a futuristic handcuff. Attached to it was a curved phallic object with a bulbous head. After some of the masturbatory episodes of Pig #1, they deployed the Device right away to ensure future pigs never had a chance to pleasure themselves on the women’s property. Furthermore, the Device had sharp spikes inside the steel cage, which caused their Pigs great pain when their unruly penises tried to swell in futility.
Crystal expertly applied it around the base of the man's cock and balls. She fastened it in place until she felt it was appropriately snug. The beauty of the Device was the technology behind it. Once the man's swelling went down you would think the Device could be removed by the wayward male, but such was not the case. The designers of the Device had taken swelling into account. The Device was equipped with sensors that caused it to adjust automatically to which ever set of cock and balls it was attached to. There was simply no escaping.
Once she had properly fixed the man, Crystal then set about inserting the phallic device into his anus. She took great joy in attaching the Device. This was the fourth time she had done it. Like the other times, she felt the wetness flow from between her thighs. Fortunately her thick tuft of pubic hair gathered most of her moisture. Unlike most modern women, Crystal preferred to keep a ?full nest.? Whereas most women liked to trim and in many cases shave their pussies, Crystal took great pride in growing a suitable triangle. She would always scrub it and trim it prior to her sexual escapades with Deborah, as well as Kimiko. It also enabled her to get as dirty as possible when forcing men to eat from her source of power. And she loved making the men eat, especially their prized Detective slave-boy.
She felt the wonderful pre-orgasmic sensations from her thighs as she prepared to complete the Devicing of her fourth man. He would be known from this day onward as Pig #4.
"Deb, honey, can you lift the pig's legs for me, dear?"
Deborah took a break from pinching the man’s bloody nose, or what was left of his nose. She moved toward the back of the van where the man’s listless feet were. She carefully lifted his legs up and straddled her lover so she could do what needed to be done. Crystal, the petite little woman with the cleverest tongue in the world, hovered beneath her, focusing on the task at hand. As Deborah held the pig's legs high in the air, his anus was now properly exposed so Crystal could complete the Devicing.
Crystal attempted to insert the bulbous end of the phallus into the man's anus but it squeezed shut. The man might have been immobilized, but his animal instincts had kicked in. It was his natural defenses that kept him from allowing the object to violate his anus. Crystal scowled for a moment. She contemplated all the violence this man had committed in his life and it made her even more determined. Fortunately, there was an easy solution to the problem. The women in the van were complete experts in the operation of the male animal. There was no problem or challenge a male might present that they were unequipped to handle, and a tightly puckered anus was no exception.
Sensing the situation at hand, Deborah looked down and said, "Squeeze his balls."
One step ahead of the advice, Deborah reached out with her short little fingers and captured the male's balls in them. She bunched up the swollen balls as she pulled them away from his body. She began squeezing harder and harder as she applied steady pressure with the phallic probe to his anus. It was like magic. Just as his legs had parted a half hour earlier at the feminine urging, this time his anus parted under similar feminine persistence. With a grunt of finality, Crystal shoved the phallus deep into his asshole.
Kimiko heard the familiar sound from the front and without removing her eyes from the highway, smiled.
In back, their job temporarily complete, Deborah waited for Crystal to step away from the male pig. Once that was accomplished, she rudely dropped his demolished ass down onto the van. The two women then embraced and gave each other a deep, satisfied hug before joining Kimiko up in the front seat. They had another 20 minutes before they reached The Grounds. Another male pig was now under their control. They would take great pleasure in breaking him down and reducing him to a docile, obedient panty-slave. He had no idea what he was in for.
The three ladies savored this latest victory. Another one had bitten the dust. It was going to be a fun month.
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