Ravished Girl Gets Revenge

My name is Alexa, but call me Alex. When I was 19 years old, I was raped by three men. A lot of women get raped, I know. That thought didn't make it any easier to deal with at the time. Let me tell you how I was raped. Then you will understand why I am the way I am now.

Like I said, I was 19 years old. Young, pretty, and stupid. My best friend had managed to sneak me into a bar, where we had a few drinks. I drank, danced, and flirted outrageously. I'm 5'7, thick brown hair, lovely green eyes, perky DD breasts, and legs that go on forever. That night, I was in full slut gear. Short black skirt that barely covered my bare bottom, thigh high black boots, and a see-through red tank top that I had actually gotten from a lingerie store.

While dancing, I flashed the fixated men my shaved cunt, as I wasn't wearing any panties. I got many offers from different men to go home with them, but I declined all of them. A couple hours, and many drinks, later, I decided I needed to head home. The room was starting to spin, and my stomach was starting to protest all the alcohol. I went in search of my friend, but she was nowhere to be seen. After a few more minutes of searching, I decided to walk home. It wasn't far after all.

I stumbled out the doorway, and headed down the darkened street. It was late, the street lamps the only light on the black road. It was awhile before I noticed I was being followed. I sped up, panicking. The footsteps sped up behind me. I broke into a ran, but almost immediately tripped. (I know, it's what always happens.) I smacked my head on the sidewalk hard enough to see stars.

A moment later they were on me. Three men around their thirties. I recognized them from the bar. Two of them dragged me towards the closest alleyway, not bothering to be gentle. I started to scream, when the third guy slapped me across the face, hard.

"Don't scream," he said, "If you scream, I will rape you with my knife instead of my dick, and then cut your throat. Do you understand?"

Sobbing, I nodded. They dropped me on the ground, somewhat behind a large dumpster. The smell of spoiled garbage made me gag, and a moment later, I was throwing up everything I had drunk.

"Stupid slut," I heard one guy say, "Can't even hold her liquor."

When I was finished with the last dry heave, one of the men yanked me up to my knees by my hair. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I watched them strip their pants off. Not bothering with pleasantries, one of them shoved his dick into my mouth. He tasted awful, and I immediately gagged, but he kept thrusting, pushing his dick farther down my throat. The other two started fondling my body. One squeezed my breasts hard, pinching my nipples, while the other one stuck his hand up my skirt, exploring my pussy.

They took turns sticking their cocks down my throat, and fondling every inch of my body. Not too much time had passed, when one of them began to fuck my dry pussy. It felt like he was tearing me open inside, but my scream was blocked by the large male organ that was still in my mouth. This went on for some time, one guy fucking my abused throat, another inside my cunt, while the last fondled my breasts.

Eventually, they moved on to my virgin asshole. With only a little spit, a dick was shoved into my tight hole, pushing into my rectum. The pain was unbelievable. They took turns raping my loosening asshole, then began to fuck me all at once. One in my mouth, one in my swollen box, the last shoved up my rear end. They went on for a long time like this, while my tears still fell.

For the grand finale, one of the men lifted me, his cock still deep in my ass, until he was standing, one hand under each of my legs. One of the others came up and began shoving his dick into my asshole alongside the first. Screams tore at my throat as they began to move inside my now gapping asshole. After a few minutes, the one in front of me came, and moved away. The last guy took is place, sticking his cock up inside my butt, stretching it. After a few short moments, he came as well. A moment after, the last guy came, filling my ass with hot semen.

They got dressed and left shortly after that, leaving me on the sidewalk with cum dripping out of my used behind. I managed to stagger to my feet and make my way home. I made it home, and showered, and went to bed. Thinking about what had been done to me, I felt ashamed, then mad, then downright furious. I decided I would get my revenge.

Ten years later, I'm still getting my revenge. Last week, I was on my way home from work, excited. My 'pets' had called and informed me they had a new victim for me. When I got home, I immediately made my way down to the basement. My 'pets' were two, rather large men in their early twenties, who were my dedicated slaves. One of them had actually been my first victim. Chained to the wall in my basement (which looked like a room straight out of a BDSM porno) was a man in his early thirties, with a ball gag in his mouth. He had the average build and hair that I preferred for my victims.

Not wasting anytime, I began to change, my pussy already dripping wet at the thought of what I was going to do. I changed into the exact replica of what I had worn the night of my rape. Once I was ready, I turned to Sam, my victim turned toy.

"Get him ready for me, slave." I commanded.

"Yes, Mistress Alex," Sam replied.

Him and my other toy, Ben, wrestled the man onto all fours, strapping and chaining him so he was bend over a wooden bench, his legs wide apart. Sam kneeled behind the struggling man, and spread his ass cheeks with his hands. Not wasting time, Sam began to lick his asshole, gently at first, then with more pressure.

I could hear the man grunting behind the ball gag and I smiled, my anticipation rising.

"Ben, lick my asshole while I watch," I said, kneeling to the floor where I could watch the kidnapped man getting his rim job.

Ben complied immediately. Kneeling down behind me, he began to lick at my asshole. I moaned as I felt his tongue running over my crack, my eyes glued to Sam still rimming my captive. Knowing how I liked it, Ben kept licking and licking until my asshole started to loosen, then began pushing his tongue farther in. As he gave me an ass tongue fucking, Sam kept going, as I watched with hungry eyes.

After some time, I ordered them both to stand and move away. I got out my favorite weapon, a 12 inch blue rubber strap-on. Without hesitation, I stood behind the man, and began shoving my way into his tight asshole. It gave way fairly easily, as he had been licked very well. The man tried to scream behind the gag as I set a fast, steady pace. I pulled the fake dick almost all the way out, then shoved it back in with one fluid motion. Over and over I did this, my excitement increases.

After a half hour of ass pounding my victim, I could feel my orgasm coming, thanks to a little nub placed on the inside of the strap on.

"Sam," I said, panting, "Make him give you a blow job. Once he has came, you do it Ben. I want a dick in his throat when I cum."

Sam immediately did as I asked. Taking the ball gag from the man's mouth, he didn't give him time to protest as he shoved his rock hard dick down his throat. It only took a few minutes before Sam came, his hot sperm flowing down the gagging man's throat. Next, Ben took his turn.

As I watched Ben's 9 inch cock force itself down the man's unwilling throat, I felt my orgasm nearing its peak. I sped up, fucking the man's ass with as much strength as I could muster. I gripped his ass cheeks, pulling them apart as I continued to ram my fake dick down his anal passage. The man was grunting around Ben's cock as I abused his asshole. Moments later, I came, my scream echoing around the dungeon. I shoved the strap on in and out, fast, over and over as I came hard.

Not long afterwards, Ben let out his own load of cum down the man's throat. I smiled as I looked down at the man I had just raped. He didn't look exactly like the men that had raped me, but he was close enough.

"Now who's the victim," I said, grinning.

The man's eyes held confusion, but he didn't say anything. I turned and started heading up the stairs.

"I'm going to take a shower," I said, "You boys can do what you want with this one."

With that I left, leaving the man at the mercy of my toys. I knew what would happen. They would fuck and rape and abuse that man in every way possible. I smiled again. It was a wonderful thought.

So you see, ten years later, I'm still getting my revenge on the men who raped me. I will never be the victim again.