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December 18, 2018, 04:40:49 PM

Offline gscmar64

Rarely is it heard of men being raped by women, but what if one in particular decided that was the best way for a victim to get some well deserved justice!' Yes it is a crime, punishable by time in prison, don't take the attitude that it isn't, Check with the legal establishment if you think otherwise!
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Part One

I look up from my counselor disbelief on my face “So that’s it he raped me and just because I was to scared to report it the police are not going to do anything about it?” Why did I bother, wrapping my arms around my chest.

“I’m sorry Lisa but that’s how many of these type of cases go!” Marie does everything but look me dead in the eyes “There is just not enough money to investigate every accusation made here in Holton County!”

“Then what should I do?” I know she was just saying the truth but it wasn’t what I wanted to hear “Should I just stay at home and pray to god he doesn’t come back?” She does reply so I get up and make for the exit.

“Lisa for what it worth I’m sorry about this!” And you know what I thought that was worth. Don’t both with the niciety of saying bye to her I just wanted out of there and back to where I feel semi safe!. As I wait for the elevator to open I first notice the lady beside me eyeing me up like she was going to say something to me but didn’t want to disturb me.

Finally the elevator comes, we get in and press the button for the lobby. As the car comes to a halt the lady bumps into me as she raced to get out. While I’m pissed over what I just learnt upstairs I didn’t notice the small business size card I found in my pocket as I got my car keys out. A standard white card with Payback Bitch typed in the center followed by (212-555-0008) and 113. I don’t know why but I just tuck the card into my smartphone case and get into my car and drive off.

Driving home my mind returns to the strange lady and her mysterious card. As I pull up into my driveway my curiosity got the better of me, taking out my phone calling the number on the car.

“Number of the card please?”

“Unhh 113”

“Please hold!” a few seconds pass then a different voice comes to my ear

“Lisa Hendricks, 24, raped June 12th by Jon Martins when he walked you home from your job at Postcom!” A pause then the voice continues telling me the details only The Dowvelin police department, my counselor and me knew, it was very eerie to hear. “The good men at DPD interviewed him after contacting him in which he refused to say anything besides ‘No Comment’ and repeat his name and address!” the next thing caught me off guard “Is that correct Miss Hendricks?”

“Errr! Ah yeah!” I finally get out “But how did you know all that!” then what I really wanted to know “And just who are you?”

“Who I am doesn’t really matter at this point in time!” the nameless voice says then “Just know that Mr. Martins is known to us at Payback Bitch and we have taken it upon ourselves to right the injustice done to you and others like you!” Then a dial tone left me there sitting in my car totally stunned!

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I hang up from talking to Lisa, making a note to give Andrea a bonus for alerting me to her plight to begin with. So he’s back in circulation is he, well hopefully this time one of us will nail the bastard to the wall this time! I sit back and the memory of my encounter with him comes to my mind

 November 8th, 2010 Dowvelin University

It was a perfect start to the week I was already late for Psychology 101, like Dr. Mueller need any more ammo to use against me that what I’ve already gave him since the term began in September. As I was rushing to Freud Hall I caught my first glance of the university number one athlete, Jon Martins, captain of the schools basketball team and little did I know the bastard who would change my life drastically. Our eyes locked as I came skidding around the corner of the main hallway and the staircase that would take me to room 245 and Dr. Mueller.

“Whoa slow down!” Jon looking me over from head to toe “And how is it i never seen you around here before?” his hand shooting out towards me “I’m Jon Martins and you would be?"

“Lily Jones!” blurting it out like a schoolgirl coming face to face with her crush. Hell I could even feel the heat building from the tip of my toes to my head as I looked into his brown eyes.

“Well Lily Jones what say you and me go get something to drink and get to know one another better!” It was like I was hypnotized, all I could remember was my name and that Jon Martins was talking to me. He slid his hand into my and the next thing I knew for sure was we were at the student union getting coffee, talking for what seemed like hours then we are back at my dorm room.

Inside I couldn’t believe that he was in my room with me, on my bed, kissing me, it was a dream come true, the soon turned to a nightmare. Suddenly his hands were all over my body, touching my breasts up under my top, one slides into the waistband of my skirt into my panties “No Jon! I don’t want this!” Over and over I say it but he just ignores me, Tearing my top open, pinning me to the mattress, lifting my skirt, sliding my panties aside then penetrating me as I lay there crying repeating No!

It hurt so much that he was doing this to me when I didn’t want it. Hurt that he didn’t take into consideration that I was a person also and deserved to be heard. When he finished he simply left me, all curled up on my bed sobbing and whimpering in shock. When my roommate came in later that afternoon she found me still there but no longer crying.

She was the one to call campus security and accompanied me to the hospital, waiting as they performed the rape kit on me. She even waited with me in the police station as I was questioned over the incident. After that every week I was on the phone to the detective handling my case but i never got any new information about what they were doing about my complaint. The school year finished and I still hadn’t heard anything, so I left school never to return. Jon went on to take over a division of his father’s company turning it into a bigger success than it was already.

As for me I started a volunteer program to help other rape victims to try to get justice for what happened to them. Another personal tragedy turned into a major blessing for me. When my parents died in a plane crash I inherited their money and I turned it into the networks of informer and assailants that I currently manage

                                                                                                     To be Continued

December 18, 2018, 05:24:49 PM
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Online DirtySerenity

Love that you've gone a different route. Nice change up

December 19, 2018, 01:16:20 AM
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Offline vile8r

Love the ideas you come up with!

December 25, 2018, 12:08:04 PM
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Offline gscmar64

Part Two

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Pressing the intercom “Julie is either Daisy or Melissa around the office today?”

“No boss they are currently on assignment Daisy in London covering the Wilshire case while Melissa is in Toronto handling the Cartier case!”

Well then it looked like it was going to be me who handles the Hendricks case, meaning I could skip the background check on the assailant. Getting my purse to get the key for the drawer in my desk that I keep locked at all times, I open ot and extract a thick folder about Jon Martins that I’ve been complying since the bastard got away with raping me. If either Julie or Melissa knew I was doing this they would probably say I was looking to settle with him anyway possible.

It was at least six inches thick, containing everything from photos of him at various points in time since he raped me, maps showing his most frequently visited places, schematics of his home, upstate cabin and car, list of known associates and a complete transcript of every police interview he’s had with the detectives of the sexual crime squad. There was much I didn’t know or couldn’t find out about Jon Martins.

Opening the file I’m revolted by the image of his smiling face staring up from the photo inside. I mentally promise myself that this time the bastard would pay for everything he done. Going back into the drawer I
also get out the yellow foam lined box that held the Colt forty-five that I borrowed from daddy after I was raped. I might not need it but i wanted it handy just in case.

“Julie, I’m going out and I don’t know when I’ll be back!” There was no time like the present to start my surveillance of Martins, who knows if I’m lucky he’ll fuck up and I can get him alone and wrap this one up fast. Bruno probably wouldn’t like that but I’ll make it up to him if it should happen.

“No problem Miss Jones, shall I have your calls transferred to your cell?

“No I’ll check in daily for my messages!” The last thing I wanted was to be with the bastard and my phone go off!.  Leaving through the back door in my office I go and collect Bruno and Morris from the kennel, both perky up their ears as I approach “Come one boys time we take care of another bastard!” Getting their leashes  and leading them to the nondescript black GMC Acadia SUV, I get them settles in the back then slide in behind the wheel. Making a call to an informer I have on the inside of Postcom I start the SUV while waiting for my call to be answered, finally a voice comes on.

“He’s in a meeting scheduled to end around five!” then a click followed by a dial tone.

Eight minutes later I’m in place on MacCallister Drive where I can see both his office window on the fourth floor and his metallic Silver 918 Porsche Spyder clearly. It was so tempting to go and sabotage the car but I want him off the property before I made contact with him

Looking to the clock on the dash 4: 07 PM, looking into the rearview mirror “You boys need a bathroom break, both look up tails wagging. “Well no time like the present. MacCallister Drive was at the back of Postcom’s lot, so only a chain link fence and the occasional tree or shrub was present. Getting the leashes, my boys eagerly await get out and no sooner does Bruno’s paws clears the back hatch than he by their fence cocking his leg and letting his piss flow over the links and the concrete behind it. Morris was at least a little more discreet, he waited until the second shrub like plant before pissing.


                                                                                   To Be Continued

July 05, 2019, 04:47:20 PM
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Offline gscmar64

Sorry for losing this one for so long but I've found it again so...

Part Three:  Introducing Jon Martins

Ten minutes later all three of us are once more settled back in the SUV, when I happen to notice a body coming over the fence. Shit was it a security guard from Postcom or just someone who was pissed off. As they approached the SUV I recognized the guy instantly and my hand went for the taser in the pocket on the door. Pulling it out it felt good in my hand as Jon Martins approached shaking his fist at the tinted windshield. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of him before pulling away but this was even better

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Powering the window down an inch I heard him Swearing “You fucking bitch, if your dog’s piss ruins the manicured grass!” I close the window and wait for the inevitable pounding on the window.  I flick the safety off the taser and decide how much of my face was I going to expose to Jon. Both dogs raises their head and begin a low growling as the pounding started. Looking out the windshield I don’t see anybody else coming to help Jon or to block my getaway path.

Opening the door, it’s ripped from my hand  and flung wide open as Ii expected it would be. Jon was still a hot head but unlike the previous times, this time I was ready. Pulling the trigger I watch the darts penetrate the thin fabric of his top and I empty the charge into him. As he falls to the sidewalk I get out and catch him with enough of the door to keep him erect enough that I could roll him into the back seat foot area. “Bruno!, Morris! Guard!” They take up position on each end of Jon, sitting baring their teeth. A low growl coming from their throats! Good to have dependable guardians when your all alone!

Closing the driver’s door, I once more look around to make sure no one was coming. Seeing no one I pull out and drive off, making for  the warehouse we keep on Schelles Drive. With the flow of traffic set to leaving downtown Dowvelin the trip down to the port was relatively fast. Ten minutes after tasering him I was opening the ground bay door to the warehouse and driving in to park beside the Raymond reach. To each fork a chain was attached that ended in padded cuffs. Jon was still out enough that I was having no problem attaching the cuffs to each wrist. Raising the forks to shoulder height I was just waiting  for Jon to show the slightest sign of coming too, before dragging his ass out of the SUV.

A good twenty minutes passed before that happens. While I wait I take Bruno and Morris for another walk and check my messages. No one has returned to the base yet but Daisy felt that give or take two more days and she would be back. Good to know, I preferred to know that I had backup before getting even with Jon, well let me amend that to human back up, after all a flick of my wrists and either Bruno or Morris would tear Jon’s throat out in an instant! But that wasn’t what I wanted, I wanted him humiliated like he did me.

Finally I hear “Wha…. Whre…!”  So I start to back up the reach, effectively sliding his bound ass out of the SUV . As he became more coherent I started raising the forks higher, so I had them eight feet off the floor. So with his reach and height his feet were still flat on the floor I move out from the controls of the reach  keeping my distance, Bruno And Morris at my sides.

“Hello Jon long time no see!”  His eyes focus on my voice

“D-o-o-o I know y-o-u-u-u?”

“What you don’t remember the girl you raped in college or were there so many?”  Moving so a beam of light dissected my face “Or  is it you only remember the latest one you raped?”

"What the fuck are you on about!” Playing it cool “Look let me down and release me and no one will be told about this!”

“Oh no!, I couldn’t do that or Lisa Hendricks and all the others won’t get a sense of justice!” At the mention of her name I see him tense up

“Look she asked me to take her. It was her raise to show me how valuable she could be at Postcom!”  Nervously licking his lips before continuing “She wanted me despite what she claims!”

“Oh like Lily Jones did?” Once more he tenses up!

“Hey I did her a favor!”  The fucking bastard actually believed that! “Without me she was just a nobody on campus!” Getting braver by the minute “So tell you what let me down and I’ll toss you one also so you can feel important also!”

I moved back to the control and raise the forks another four feet so he was dangling there. “Come on Bruno, Morris back into the truck time to go home for the night!”

“Hey what about me?”

“I’m doing you a favor, I’m making you the topic of tonight’s news!” Securing the dogs, opening the bay door before getting behind the wheel. “Hang around and I’ll be back in the morning to check in on you!” Driving out I stop and close the door then I make my way back to the office to file a preliminary report

                                                                                                                                                                 More to follow

July 25, 2019, 08:01:50 PM
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Offline Smjle

A good start.