****** Goddess of Revenge by sherrierose99@yahoo.com ******
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Goddess of Revenge


Damp moldy cold walls surround me, as I walk down the long dark corridor. The
wails and moans of suffering engulf my ears, as I think to myself, "They do not
know true suffering yet." As I get closer to the sounds, I look down at my
hand, which is holding a battered old briefcase, looking like something that
you might find in a Salvation Army shop. The faded old travel stickers,
decaying and speaking of laughter and sunshine, seemed so out of place in this
dungeon of misery. In my other hand, I hold a duffel bag filled with appliances
and objects of horror. I get to the barred door, taking the handle of leather
riding crop and clanking it against the door. The sound of jingling keys
answers my insistent rain of noise on the metal bars. I am allowed entrance by
a fat prison guard, munching on a candy bar. I think to myself, "Three months
with me and I would have his fat lazy ass whipped into top shape."

I am taken to a room where the attempt to look like home is lost in the aura of
madness and death. I await the warden of this Holiday Inn in Hell. A mirror is
facing me, which I imagine is two-way and that I am being accessed by the
commando and his flunkies. I do not worry. What I have to offer cannot be
refused by men like these with their greed and their hunger for beauty and
finer things, consuming them. Looking at my reflection, I am amazed that
dramatic change in a person's life can create a Goddess of destruction and
pain. No longer am I the sweet soft cuddly southern belle that men dream of and
lust for; I am an Amazon of pure sexual torment and dark desire. My smooth
silky skin glistens in black leather biker shorts, a laced up bustier that
shows my creamy pale breasts with their abundant overflowing cleavage, and a
black trench coat. My petite feet, which shall soon be worshipped, are wrapped
in platform leather thigh high boots. My hair is long and alight with fire,
cascading down my back and over shoulders. My full luscious lips are blood red
and my nails are long sculptured and scarlet. My eyes, hinting of forbidden
secrets, are rimmed in black with dark plum colored eye shadow. My apple cheeks
are flushed rosy, naturally colored due to my hidden excitement. The image seen
is one full of authority and sternness. Pointing at my reflection with my crop,
I summons them to me. They do not hesitate.

I do not sit in their presence. I stand tall, looking down on them with
contempt. I sweep all of the neat and tidy papers off the warden's desk with
the bottom of my brief case. They are silent in the electricity of the moment.
I open the case to reveal the multitude of hundreds of dollars. The warden
gasps, as his face clouds with greed. I tell him to give me the keys to the
inner door for the evening. All are to leave except the one guard whom I chose
to stay. He is to obey all my commands or he too will meet the face of torture.

I line the guards against the outer gate, walking back and forth with my eyes
invading their souls reflected in their eyes, each in turn. As I do this, I see
defiance and contempt in some and terror in others. I am the embodiment of
death and decay and I see all. I come upon one man who is not afraid to meet my
gaze. His returning look is one of respect, kinship and admiration. He looks
downward under my intense stare, realizing his place. I spin around to where
the warden and his circus stand, pointing to the chosen one while dismissing
the others. I watch as they file out of the prison, into the setting sun. My
appointed trustee locks the gate behind them, before following me back to the
warden's office.

From my bag of devices, I remove a cock harness, which is attached to a leather
thong. I tell him to put it on and not to tarry that I have work to do. When he
returns, I feel momentary desire for him. His firm tight body, rippling with
muscles, showed a fat thick large cock of immense proportions and beauty. I had
chosen well. "Show time." I said, pausing at the inner locked door, I turn to
him, saying in all earnest and deadly sincerity, "You are now my slave. You
will address me as Mistress, and not speak unless told to do so. If you do not
obey, you will die a horrible death. I own you for the evening. Do not forget
this." With eyes downcast, he lowers his head into submission. Yes, I had
chosen well.

As darkness comes to night, we enter the prisoner's domain. I walk slowly past
cells, as my crop handle makes a dreadful echoing noise against the metal bars.
I hear laughter and cat calls, which I ignore. They are no concern of mine. I
have another agenda to keep, which is one of revenge. As I come to the cell I
want, I see four familiar eyes that once looked at me with contempt, desire and
hunger, not caring for comfort or tenderness. I look into those eyes that had
wanted and bodies that took, inflicting pain, terror, and distress and ultimate
humiliation. I am an avenging angel who will take and turn the table on these
raping bastards. They know this and tremble. Holding the stun gun that I gave
him prior to our exit from the warden's office, my slave unlocks their cell
door. He quickly immobilizes them with a brief stun of the gun. I take out
eight leg/arm restraints, which my slave uses to bind them with. They are soon
standing before me with their wrists restrained to their upper thighs, while my
slave chains their legs together. They were now mine.

We hustle our chain gang into the interrogation room, amid the calls of
disagreements from the other prisoners. If only I had time for them all, I
would show them the destruction that bitter revenge can command. All would know
terror, just as did their victims. I instruct my slave, to have the prisoners
face the wall with their backs vulnerable to me. I take from my bag a straight
razor and a sharpening strap. With the razor, I commence to shred their clothes
from their bodies, nicking them a few times, not deep, just a scratch here and
there. I pause briefly to sharpen the blade. Their cries fall on deaf ears. I
glance over at my slave. His hardening cock does not escape my attention. I
have him turn the men to face me, as they cry for mercy. Ha, I haven't begun to
inflict pain and they were weeping like women. I push each one down on his
knees in front of me. Telling them to lick my boots. They do so, begging and
whimpering. I lash out at them with the hard handle of my crop, commanding
silence. They comply. I turn to my slave, asking him if he has to piss. He
does. I point at my boots, commanding him to do so on them. He hesitates,
questioning my command. The crop whips across his shoulder. He complies. I walk
over to these victims of my twisted revenge, pointing to my boots, I inform
them that they must lick them clean and to thank me for the opportunity. If
they fail to do so, they will get five lashes to their backs by the mighty and
strong hand of my slave. They comply.

I do not let them stand. I have them kneel with their foreheads touching the
floor, with their tears staining it, just as mine did my pillows many nights of
unrest and nightmares. I walk over to my slave, telling him to kneel. I unlace
the ties at my crotch to expose my cunt. I push his face into my shaved vulva.
He moans and hungrily licks me, until I come. He thanks me. I return to my bag
of tricks. I remove an 8-inch strap-on dildo. My slave helps me put it on. I
order the prisoners to look upon my hard cock, which will never soften but
become a relentless weapon. I rub the cold stiff dildo across each one's face.
I force open their lips to violate their mouths. Their gagging is music to my
ears, while their words of thanks are Heaven.

I tell my slave to chain the first man, ass up across the table. While the
others watch the punishment they, also, will receive, I take my cock in hand.
At first I rub it across the tight puckered asshole, feeling him tremble. With
swiftness, as my anger takes charge, I ram the hard weapon into his resisting
ass, raping the first of the pigs that raped me. His screams fill the night.
Unlike these pigs, I take from him as a man, what he took from me. I use him
without mercy or remorse. I have the opportunity to take what I want without
the fear of repercussions from society. I use each in turn, with violence and
bloodletting, while their screams of pain echo through the evening air. My
slave witnesses the raping, with a hard cock. I give him permission to stroke
it but not to come. I have plans for his seed.

I finish my duties of ravaging their asses. I remove the artificial cock, to
let my slave once again lick me. When I come, I spray him with my wetness. I
allow him the pleasure of keeping my juices and letting them dry on his face; a
reward for his obedience. I ask him if he desires a climax. The huge cock
straining at its harnessing, proves that he does. I instruct my cunts, these
hard men who rape and were raped, to kneel before my magnificent strong slave.
I tell him to feed them his cock that they are hungry, but to tell me when he
was ready to come. He hesitates at first. A glance at the riding crop quivering
in my hand, he complies. He takes their mouths with no mercy, making them gag
on his huge throbbing cock with its purple head, and bringing tears to their
eyes as their mouths stretch and split at the corners.

My loyal slave tells me that he is ready to come. I pull his swollen angry red
cock from its substitute pussy, stroking it hard and fast, while squeezing the
head. I aim his come, to spray my boots. His cry of release vibrates in the
air, overriding the cries of pain from the used and abused pussies. I let him
rest to gather his strength for the second go round. I walk over to my humbled
victims of such sweet revenge. I point with the crop and command them to lick
my come soaked boots. They comply, thanking their kind Mistress.

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