Revenge Against Amy by shadowknyght

Amy Bagwell stood in her house, she looked around at all the things she’d be packing away. Thoughts of the memories she’d be leaving behind weighed on her mind as she began wrapping pictures of her and her children up. She stared at one of the pictures for a particularly long time. It was a picture of her and her now ex-husband together with their four children. They looked happy in that picture. She conceited that infact they were happy at one point. Those times were long gone. He forced her to miscarry her twins and then sometime later assaulted her, throwing her down the stairs, nearly killing her. Feeling her emotions overwhelm her, she flung the picture across the room. She shook with emotion as she looked around. Suddenly she didn’t feel like packing up. She didn’t feel like doing anything, but still she knew she had too. She had no choice. She glared sharply at a picture of her smiling with a girl who was her best friend and little sister all rolled into one. It was a picture of her and her cousin. A girl she’d have given anything for, but instead this girl was now costing her everything. Her safety, her home, and her children, all gone because of this girl. She stood up sharply and grabbed the picture from the mantle, smashing it on the ground and stomping frame to bits. She grabbed her lighter and held the picture. She lit the picture on fire, watching it as it burned to ashes, releasing it just before the flame reached her fingers. She wiped a tear from her face as she sighed. After the emotional out burst, which was really rare for her, she continued packing her things.It had been several hours since she’d destroyed the pictures when she heard a knock on the door. She grabbed her gun and held it behind her as she walked up to the door and looked at the peep hole. She felt her hands tremble around the .38 pistol as she saw several men standing on her porch. Two black men and two latino men. Four total. She knew why they were there. They were the men she was attempting to run from. She suddenly wish she’d taken her friend from North Carolina’s offer to come down there and help her pack, but she said she’d be able to take care of it and he was doing enough just allowing her to move up there with him for a bit. Amy stared at the door. Images of her shooting through the door ran through her head. Those images ended in them gunning her down with their shotguns. Her next thought was to make a run for her phone and call the cops, but that ended with them hearing her and busting through the door and attacking her. Amy decided her only real option was to stay still and hope they didn’t come in. She she softly leaned against the door. She heard the lock jiggle a bit like someone was trying to pick, but some loud profanity indicated that they had failed. She looked back into her home, all the boxes packed with pictures various items from the living room. She knew she’d probably have to leave everything else behind. This encounter told her that she didn’t have much time. She stared at the one picture left on the mantle. It was another picture of her and her little cousin. The girl who put her in this predicament to begin with. She stared at the picture, the two of them with their arms around each other smiling. Amy felt the rumble of a large truck driving down the street. Suddenly movement caught Amy’s eye as she saw the picture slowly start to tip over. Everything was in slow motion as she saw the picture slowly fall to the floor, the image of her little cousin’s sweet devilish smile burned into her head as the crack of the frame hitting the ground shocked her from her trance. Amy stood up and started to turn when the door exploded into her knocking her to the ground. One of the large black guys stood in the doorway looking down on the prone, stunned girl. Amy saw her gun laying several feet infront of her, knocked from her grip as she fell from the impact of the door. Amy’s head was still ringing as she scrambled to her feet. She ran for the gun, but she was immediately seized by the 6’3” 235lbs dark skinned black guy with dreadlocks. He spun Amy around and punched her in the stomach as hard as he could. She could feel her body wrap around his fist as the impact literally lifted her from her feet. The other guys quickly rushed inside and closed what was left of the door.

“Time to pay up bitch!” the dark skinned black guy said in a hard thuggish tone.

“Yeah snitches get stitches mamicita!” one of the Mexican guys, a thickly muscled and short man with a goatee and no hair said as he walked passed Amy and picked up her pistol. The large dreadlocked black guy stepped back as the guys stood around Amy. Her heart was beating a mile a minute as her eyes darted around the room searching for an escape route or any means by which to stall them until the police arrived. Amy knew she had nosy neighbors and the sound of the door exploding open would certainly get their attention. It would only be a matter of time before the cops showed up.

“W….w…wait!” Amy spat out weakly, still recovering from the punch. But even that fell on deaf ears as she felt someone kick her in the back, stomping her onto the floor. The large black guy stomped Amy’s head then the bald mexican guy let her back up. The large black guy picked her up by her hair and punched her in the face, splitting Amy’s soft pretty lips. The world spun as she recoiled from the impact. Then another impact, this time in the eye. Her attacker released her after the second punch and Amy fell roughly to the floor. She couldn’t see anything through her right eye. The mexican guy kicked her while she was down, driving his foot into her ribs. It didn’t take long for the others to join in. They kicked the helpless young redhead until she was a bloody mess. Everything hurt as Amy just felt impact after impact as the men beat her. They seemed to be avoiding her face and most of them had just began stomping her limbs before they rolled her over, then they started kicking and stomping her in the back. Through all of the stomping and yelling Amy never even heard the final man walking into the place.

“That’s enough. Don’t want to mess her up too bad before you have some fun with her.” the final man said. Amy’s battered and bruise body froze at the sound of his voice. The guys parted to let her get a good view of her ex-husband. He smiled at the broken, bruise covered Amy. The taller, scared Mexican brandished a knife. Amy’s body started to tremble uncontrollably as he made his way towards her helpless body. He slowly started to cut into her dirty, ripped, camisole top, making sure to cut her as he sliced her top off. Amy’s pale freckled skin was covered with bruises and contusions from the savage assault she’d received. Amy stared up at her ex-husband.

“Please….” she said weakly. As much as she hated him she knew that he seemed to be in charge and she knew that at one point he did love her. She hoped that maybe, just maybe she could get him to spare her. He smiled down coldly on his battered ex-lover.

“Ruin her.” he commanded, as he took a seat in his favorite chair. He glanced over at her phone and started going through it. He smiled looking at the contacts and seeing no one, no one from his world anyways. Just a few correspondences between Amy and her friend John from North Carolina. He sent him a txt message and smiled. “He thinks you’re moving in with that piece of shit you were cheating on me with.” He smiled. The thin, bald black guy grabbed Amy’s torn panties and ripped them from her body, tossing them across the room. He straddled Amy and immediately jammed his long, thin cock right inside of her. Amy moaned in pain as his thin hard cock banged roughly against her cervix. Her husband pulled out his cock and started to stroke himself as he watched the man rape his ex-wife. The man grabbed Amy by the hair and used it as leverage to pound her even harder, pounding his cock painfully against her cervix. Amy screamed in pain as she tried to crawl from under him. She winced as she tried to grip the floor with her fingers, several broken and dislocated from the assault. He slammed Amy’s face into the ground several times as he raped her. Amy was in dazed agony as her pounded her dry pussy. She felt his body tense up as he jerked back on her hair like he was trying to rip her head off, his cock pressed right against her cervix as he came deep inside of Amy’s broken body. He shoved Amy’s head against the ground as he finished. Cum leaked from Amy’s violated little fuck hole as she laid there, tears dripping down her face. She felt her body being rolled over as the short bald Mexican man climbed on her.

“Get her hands Vato!” he said. The scared Mexican grabbed both of her hands and held them above her head, before taking his knife and jamming it through both of her hands into the floor. Amy screamed in pain as the blade pierced the palms of her hands. The scared man grabbed his lighter and burned the wounds, to stop the bleeding before, stomping the knife as far down as it would go into the floor, crushing her hands against the hilt of the thick blade. The short Mexican man mounted Amy, and stared deep into her eyes as he pressed his modest but thick cock inside of her. “You love this latino cock, don’t you.” he said as he jammed himself inside of her. Amy stared blankly at the ceiling. Only him slapping her over and over brought her out of her shock. “Say “I love this latino cock.” you dirty gringa bitch!” he said as he pounded his thick cock into Amy’s moistening pussy. Amy cursed her body for responding to this assault, she saw her husbands face smiling down at her as the bald Mexican continued raping her. “Say it bitch!” he screamed as sweat poured from his face and dripped onto her body. He wrapped his short thick fingers around Amy’s throat and began throttling her as he fucked her. Amy struggled to get free her, her legs kicking helplessly around his body as he choked her. Amy’s face was bright red as he rammed his cock into her now moist cunt. Amy could feel her orgasm slowly creeping upon her. Endorphins had already kicked in, dulling most of the pain she’d endured. Amy’s world slowly started to go black as her strength started to fail her. He continued to pound her until her body was convulsing under his. He released her and she immediately took in a large gulp of air. As much as it hurt her to breath, her ribs shattered, those where the most precious breaths of air she’d ever tasted. But that quickly ended as he clutched her throat once more. “Tell me, “you want more of this big Mexican cock.”” he said.