Dealing with a rapist

DISCLAIMER: All the characters in this story are 18+.

TAGS: Rape, Gore, Graphics Castration

“Where am I?” He asked himself as soon as he woke up from his slumber, his eyes scanning every single inch of the dimly lit room in search of clues.

Unable to find anything, he closed his eyelids, attempting to focus but he was interrupted when he heard the sound of a door in the distance getting slammed against the wall.

His heartbeat began to race, increasing in intensity with each footstep that drew toward him, and sweat formed on his forehead, dripping down his cheeks.

In a moment of panic, he tried to move his arms and legs but they didn’t budge a single inch so he tilted his head down to check on them and, when he saw his fully naked body tied to the chair he was sitting on, tears began to form in his eyes.

When a figure enshrouded in the darkness appeared in front of him, his breathing stopped.
He couldn’t move a single muscle, paralyzed by his own fear. He could just watch as they turned on the light, illuminating their face and body.

“Sarah?”

He called the person out as soon as he recognized her, yet she didn’t reply. Somehow the sight of his secretary made him feel relieved, allowing fear to be replaced by confusion and frustration.

She walked toward him, keeping her green eyes locked onto his crotch.

He tried to look away but his eyes were glued to her hips, attracted by the way they danced alongside her black skirt every time she took a step.

When she stopped a few inches away from where he was, his cock was already rock hard, pointed at those delicate and long pantyhose legs that had invaded his field of view.

“Have you enjoyed the coffee I made you this morning, Derek? I put in some special ingredients today. How were they called? Ah, xanax! Bet it would have put to sleep even an elephant if they were to take a sip from that cup”

“You better hope you have a very good reason for this Sarah because you had me almost dead from fear there!”

“I do. I want to punish this pathetic, rapist pig sitting in my living room.”

Hearing the word rapist, his entire body froze.

“I guess you didn’t even recognize me when you took me in. After all, I was only 10 when…”

“I have no idea what you are talking about! You are confusing me with someone else!”

“Nah, I could recognize that small cock everywhere. Oh wait, I shouldn’t have said that! I swear it wasn't my intention to hurt your little rapist pride!“

A laughter followed to accompany the mocking tone of her voice. Her intentions were clear yet he couldn’t stop himself from falling into her trap, letting his frustration grow even further, to twist the expression on his face.

“I am starting to lose my patience now, Sarah. You better tell me what you really want instead of coming up with some absurd sto-”

Derek wasn’t able to finish his sentence, his voice cut short when the palm of her hand hammered his testicles onto the chair, transforming his words into loud screams.

He wanted to curse her yet the pain spreading throughout his stomach stopped him from speaking. He attempted to hug his belly but the restraints around his body impeded any movement.

The only thing he could do was to look up and meet her eyes as they studied the damage she had done to his balls, which sight caused her lips to shape into a sadistic smile.

“I said what I wanted at the very beginning but I will repeat it again, hoping that I won’t have to do it a third time. I want to punish…”

She took a small pause to enjoy the way his entire body shook at the sound of the word ‘punish’. A pause which lasted only a few seconds before she proceeded to finish her sentence.

“this disgusting rapist in front of me”

As soon as she was done speaking, he began to push with all his might against the ropes in a last desperate attempt to escape, driven by the fear for his own life.

But that pathetic spectacle taking place below her did nothing more but to fuel even more her predatory desires, allowing them to culminate into another slap to his swollen sack.

When her fingers impacted his violet orbs with a thunderous smack, a jolt of electricity was sent to every single muscle in his arms and legs, stopping their previous activities abruptly.

A few high pitched screams were forced out of his lungs the moment her bones made contact with the cold, hard surface of the chair where they had stamped his now flattened testicles.

Feeling his meat pulsating against her bare skin, her cheeks painted themselves with an intense red hue and, when she opened her mouth to address him, a moan escaped her lips, mixing with the words that soon followed.

“You better not try to run away from your punishment again else I will have to make it even more painful”

Frozen by the horror that was about to unfold, Derek stared at Sarah with eyes wide open as, from the bag that rested around her right shoulder, she took out a syringe and a hammer.

“PLEASE, DON’T DO IT! I BEG YOU! SPARE ME!”

He screamed until his voice ran out, alternating words to the sighs of his unending cries, yet the woman completely ignored him, busy finding the vein in his arm where she was supposed to inject the liquid in the syringe.

“This is adrenaline, it will keep you awake while I have fun playing with those little balls of yours”

Derek attempted to listen to her but the only thing he could hear was his heartbeat, going so fast that he felt like his heart would explode at any moment.

An explosion was indeed what he heard when Sarah smashed the hammer on the chair, hitting his right testicle with enough force that made it burst open into countless chunks of flesh, flying all over the empty space in his sack.

The pain Derek felt a few instants later was excruciating to the point he was sure he could have died at any moment now. It overwhelmed him, blurring his vision and causing his muscles to spasm.

Unable to control himself, he sprayed a few ropes of cum, pee and blood on her legs where they left visible wet spots to decorate her pantyhoses.

“Disgusting! Guess I will have you to lick them clean tomorrow.”

She addressed the barely awake man in front of her, with a visibly excited tone. She threw the hammer away and grabbed the chair where he lied, before she began to drag it toward the entrance.

The image of her black silky panties drenched in her own body fluids was the last thing he saw before, after getting his restraints removed, he was kicked out of her house, hitting the concrete with his face.

“Have fun crawling back home like the worm you are. Oh, and if you even think about telling someone about what happened, I will come for your other testicle! See you at work tomorrow, Derek. I do have a lot of things to explain you about your new life”