The Route to Revenge

Son learns how to get revenge for the abuse he suffered when he was younger.

I wasn’t loved as a child. My mother and my two sisters were always vile to me. As the only boy and the youngest growing up in a household of women I was endlessly teased and ridiculed. My masculinity was endlessly challenged and as I moved into adolescence I was remorselessly reminded what a pathetic example of a boy I was. That I would never satisfy a women and that I should expect a life of misery and subjugation. My life at home was indeed miserable and I was expected to carry out endless menial tasks like washing the dishes, mopping the floor, and cleaning the toilets. When they were being particularly mean they would make me undress, tease me about my small pre adolescent penis and make me wear their underwear, dressing me up in see-through pink knickers and lacy black panties. If I complained my eldest sister would slap my face and tell me not to be such a whiny bitch. Or my other sister would hold me over her lap, smack my bottom, and push the end of a wooden spoon into my arse, and tell me not to be a naughty boy. Meantime my mother would stand and watch reciting from the Bible and telling the girls that it was gods yearning that I should be punished for being male. One thing is for sure, they would say, you’ll be nothing like your father.

My dad had been a brutal cunt, and the violence and anger he had inflicted onto my mum and my sisters was horrific. When I was seven he left with his girlfriend. From that moment on they took out their misandry on me. Their clear intention to demean and emasculate me. My mum still carried the scars of the abuse he had inflicted, the burn marks never went away and as I understood when she shat there was always blood. My younger sister's broken her arm never properly corrected, neither did my other sister’s nose which still looks bent to this day. Not that I was immune from the abuse. I can remember the time when I was about six coming home drunk he took his belt to me and whipped me across my back until it was a series of red swollen welts. Then my sisters, Dawn and Amber took care of me but everything changed the day he left when I became the subject of their wrath and feminine revenge. As a result as a teenager I was withdrawn and apologetic. Kept my distance from any girls and tended to mix with the nerds and geeks. Thankfully and probably because I wasn’t distracted by girls I did well enough at school to get a scholarship into college. Even during the first year at Uni I kept my head down, didn’t socialise too much and made sure I went home as little as I was able. Things only began to change a little when I met Mary.

I was sitting in the Library when she walked up to me and asked me if I could help her with the essay she was writing on the work of Friedrich Nietzsche “Beyond Good and Evil in the Search for Individuality and Meaning”. Apparently we were in the same class and she was impressed that I seemed to understand everything the philosophy professor was teaching us. After that first meeting we gradually become friends. initially we just studied together but after a while would start to meet up for coffee and eventually even went out in the evening for drinks.

One evening when we had met up for a drink she asked me how was it that I never made a move on her in fact she said you don’t seem at all interested in girls and asked me if I was gay. I told her that as far as I knew I wasn’t gay but that I wasn’t interested in intimate relations with women either. She told me that that made me even more attractive and sexy, a compliment which I failed to absorb or comprehend. Over the next few months we remained friends until she started dating Jason after which she disappeared from my life. Her disappearance was neither a surprise nor a disappointment. I had to come to have little faith in other humans so it was hard to be let down.
As the second year at college was moving towards its conclusion and I was anticipating having to go back home there was a knock on my bed room door.
“Can I come in’?
“Yes of course”, I answered instantly recognizing her slightly throaty voice.

Mary told me that Jason and her had broken up, that he was nothing like he pretended be but that she was so traumatized by what had happened she was not toable explain. Quite frankly I wasn’t interested and just remarked that people were unreliable at best and complete cunts at worse. Of course over the next few weeks she couldn’t help but tell me what happened even though I never even pretended to be interested.
From the outset she told me that she and Jason had enjoyed a pretty fulfilling sexual relationship. He was a bit rough for her liking but she put that down to his need to over compensate for his small cock. Otherwise he was nice enough.
I must admit any mention of small cocks made me wince. It reminded me of my sisters tormenting me, forcing me to wear shear white thongs while remarking how cute it was that my sweet little cock fitted so neatly into them.

Everything changed for her when she went out for a drive with Jason and a couple of his mates. Even as she sat in the back seat next to Stan the lewd talk began.
“C’mon Mary show us your tits” Stan would say.
“Just a quick peak.”
“C’mon it’s not fair you keep them just for Jase”.
“No” Mary argued. “Don’t be disgusting”.
“I know I’ll show you mine if you show me yours”.
After which he proceeded to take out his bloated cock and began to stroke it
“C’mon girl now it’s your turn”. He smirked spitting on his hand and stroking his fat cock.
Pulling his loose, fatty, foreskin back and forth. Why don’t you come over here and suck it.
“Jason” Mary exclaimed “can you please tell your friend to put his dick away”?
Following a quick shake of the head from the driver Harry Jason just said “relax babe it’s only a bit of fun”.
“C’mon Mary just a little lick. Just a little licky licky. ”
This banter went on for another few minutes until the car finally pulled over. By which time Mary even more angry with Stan and Jason was quick to exit the car.

The three men followed. Jason, the driver Harry and Stan who stood there still caressing his engorged cock.
“Please Jason can you please tell him to stop that, it’s bloody disgusting”.
“C’mon babe it’s just a bit of fun”
“Yeah babe” Harry now chimed In, “just a bit of fun.” After which he too unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock.
“Jason has told us how much you love to suck cock”.
“This is not funny Jason, just tell them to stop now.” Mary exhorted, now for the first time she was becoming genuinely scared.
“We all know in the end that you will do it so let’s just enjoy ourselves without any trouble”.
“Believe me I have no intention of sucking your friends dicks so can we please get back in the car and drive home, and as for you, you fucking twat it’s over between us”.
Jason just shrugged.
Harry and Stan took a step forward.
Mary stumbles for her phone. “I’m calling for an Uber to come and pick me up”.
Then in a voice not yet heard with a new menace Stan bellows.
“Listen you dumb fucking bitch put that phone down or I’ll fucking rape your arse and leave you out here for the dogs”.
Even Jason seemed shocked at the ferocity.
“C’mon love just do it for me” he implores.
“C’mon love just do it for me” Stan repeats in a mocking tone….”C’mon Jase why haven’t you taken your cock out”
“Because it’s so fucking tiny. I get more pleasure fucking my pencil”. Mary mocks.
“You fucking bitch. Now You’re going to get everything you deserve”. Jason says, now actually humiliated and angry.
“Bring her over here and hold her over the car” Jason demands.
From there Mary describes how two of the men hold her down while the other fucks her arse.
“Not in a million years would I take risk bringing your dirty little runt into this world”. Jason rants as he plows into her.
A process they repeat until each man has come twice inside her. After which they drive her back into town and dump her outside her accommodation.

“Tell a fucking soul and ill slit your throat..You know I will”. Stan says in a tone that can leave little doubt that he means it.

I’m shocked by the story, and although my overwhelming feeling is one of pity I’m equally surprised that the rape story has made my cock hard, and over the next couple of weeks I get her to repeat the story in various levels of detail after which I go back to my room and wank in the shower.
It takes me another three weeks, just before it’s time to go home, before I begin to talk about my own situation and the abuse I suffered as a child and as a teenager. It’s the first time in my life I have opened up and as an unspoken quid pro quo emerges as I tell her about my childhood and she also tells me about the other occasions she was abused, including the time when she was fourteen and her father’s friend molested her and when she complained no one believed her.

“Now I understand why you get an erection when I tell you about the rape”
I try to protest my innocence but immediately I realize it’s a waste of time.
“It’s ok” she says. All men have rape fantasies and after everything you have gone through it makes perfect sense that hearing about these men brutalising me, holding me down, tearing my underwear away from skin. Placing their dirty grubby hands all over my body, sticking their fingers in my pussy while forcing their cocks inside my swollen blood stained arsehole would make you hard. Look now I bet you’re rock hard now”
“Let me see it, your cock”
Not since my sisters had mocked me had I allowed any person, boy or girl, to see my cock.
“C’mon don’t be shy”.
I’m nervous and intimidated.
“Just take it out. Just imagine raping your own sisters, they fucking deserve it. Fucking your sanctimonious bitch mother in all her dirty holes, just imagine what it would be like to hold them down and fucking violate them.”
As she speaks she begins to unbutton my jeans and seek out my cock, which has never felt as hard as it right now. I don’t protest I need it to be freed.
She looks at it, her mouth slightly open, is only inches away.
“Fucking hell, fucking hell Jean-Paul …This is the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. It’s thick and long and perfect”.

“Fuck me” she says “fuck my wet cunt. My arse is still too sore but my cunt is yours, and fuck me hard, fuck me with your beautiful cock.”
She lies back and opens her legs and I slide my cock it into her willing open gash, and it feels amazing.
“Now close your eyes, and imagine I’m your sister or your mother, and imagine you’re raping them. Imagine you’re hurting them the way they hurt you. Now with all your force fuck me. Go on baby hit me, smack my face, pull at my hair, spit in my mouth, punch my tits, squeeze my nipples till you make them bleed. Hurt me. fucking do it.”
So I do. I smack her around her mouth, I make her nose bleed. I use my teeth on her, I bite her shoulders. her arms and her of course her taught swollen nipples. I hold her throat until she is gasping for air. I clench my fist and drive into het ribs and stomach. While all the time thrusting into her wet willing cunt. Yes she says fuck me harder, harder, fucking kill me with your cock. Don’t fucking stop, that’s right, I’m your fucking bitch mother”. Willingly and with love she allows me to purge my pent up anger and frustration. She allows me to begin to return to manhood.
I’m tearing at her skin and beating on her tits, Then she trembles and gasps and grabs hold of me, and as she does I empty myself into her. We lie in silence for a few moments, calm after the storm, holding onto each other, our breathing heavy in unison. covered in sweat, blood, and cunt juice. My sperm bubbling out of her.
“Wow” she says. That was really something special. “Yes”. I say, licking the blood away from the cut below her eye.

“When are we going back”? She says.

“What do you mean” I ask.
“It’s time your sisters and your mother understood what they did to you. It’s time they paid the price …this was just practice”.