A literotic sexstories: REVENGE! Stage 1 – The Trial Run by SinfulOblivion ,
A story of an angry teen who couldn’t take any more shit.
They walked up to me and smiled as if they had already declared their victory, I stayed calm and stood there half-mindedly looking at them despite the fact that I knew their intentions. It started off with no words and just a blow to my stomach from the fist of Tony, followed by an elbow in my back, I couldn’t see who sent that one though. I just stayed still, figuring up against 3 large guys and a somewhat vicious little girl, as whimpy as that could sound, didn’t show me very good odds and if I struggled they’d just do it longer. I got kicked in the stomach and ribs a few times, and it ended with the delivery of a hard boot in my face, knocking me out cold. I don’t know what happened for the next few hours, because I woke up in the hospital, I guess the beating was worse than it seemed, then again, I had no idea how long they’d been stomping me after I blacked out, so I got kind of nervous to know what injuries I had. I couldn’t see out of my right eye, it only had a light aching feeling but I couldn’t move it, blink it, and definantly couldn’t see more than black out of it. I was also pretty heavy on pain killers I figured, considering I was numb throughout my body, god I hoped I was on pain killers and didn’t have my neck or spine broken, I’d rather be dead in a ditch than paralyzed for life, even from the waist down. I was only awake long enough to understand I was actually in a hospital though, then soon after I passed out again, despite the numbness in my body the pain was still intense, and breathing was pretty hard too.
A couple months later, when school started, things seemed a lot different. People didn’t have a clue of what happened over the summer, other than the 5 people directly involved. They had ended up cracking three ribs and although I wasn’t paralyzed at all something just as bad did accure, the reason I couldn’t see out of my eye that day in the hospital was because they had to remove it, it was messed up too badly, I didn’t really pay attention to the technical terms, all I knew was that my eye was gone and replaced with a damned glass one, but it looked pretty real so I figured since people already tried to ignore me they wouldn’t notice, and if they did maybe they’d just figure I was wearing a contact or something, because I had requested the iris of the glass-eye be violet. I love violet, it’s probably my favourite colour, if not violet than definantly black. Ahyhow, people at school were different, more mature on the outside but I could tell they were just as cruel and childish inside, or at least the majority of them were.
Finally I came across Tony, but didn’t speak with him. He knew I was pissed for what they did and I knew he knew it, but my newly developing plans to get back at them wasn’t going to be a direct approach, I had tried that before with Tony and I ended up losing an eye as you know. Then it hit me, I’d get iiback at him by attacking the two who I knew would never dare tell about what happened, at least… not after what I had planned. My targets were now Shannon, and who I had recently realized to be as Jessikah, who was the girl in the car, and Tony’s girlfriend. With a grin I passed off the glare Tony gave me, and I began to plot my attack, my first target had to be Shannon, although Jessi was his girl… Shannon was their slut. They passed her around between them and she let them because she was desperate to be accepted, a classic slut, truly pathetic.
I decided on my plans, and the next day I took action. I waited for Shannon to walk out of the school and begin to walk home, since she only lived a few miles away. I followed her just under a mile in distance, to insure nobody was around. With that I called out to her. She looked around and it took her awhile to see me, since I was half hidden in the dark of the woods which lined the road. She began to walk up to me and rolled her eyes when she realized who I was. I could tell she was trying to decide whether she should say something or just walk away shaking her ass at me, like most sluts of her type would do. She just stood there, giving me this “Are you gonna say something?” sort of snobby look. I stayed silent darting my eyes at her, we couldn’t have been standing there more than a minute but it seemed longer with the silent tension between enemies. She finally rolled her eyes and began to turn around, and just as she took her first step away from me she began some rude comment, but I interrupted her with an arm folded around her neck. She yelled at me and cursed at me too, something about “Get your fucking hands off me jackass”, or something equally as expected. I smiled and planted a firm punch directly into her lower spine, the way I hit her had to hurt like hell, and her reaction of arching her back and yelping proved this to me. I kept her held with my other arm and whispered to her in a soft, calm voice “We both know it was you that night, and we both know you’re their whore so messing with you will really piss them off.” She growled but was interrupted by another hit into the spine just like before, which seemed have more affect on her because immediantly after I tossed her to the ground, just a little deeper into the woods. It was my luck this road was never busy, but I didn’t care too much if I was caught getting justice.
I began to drag her back into the woods and saw her struggling with her pain to get up and pull away, but only managed to balance on a foot and knee before I belted her across the face. This was too much for her, and she started to silently cry, more from loss of dignity I figured rather than pain, but both were major factors. She yelled out a few times for help but nobody was around within a mile, so that wasn’t going to do her much good. I lifted her up and pressed her back to a tree, looking her in her watering eyes and holding her by her neck. She spoke softly and mostly out of breath “Ok… you’ve hurt me, you’ve beaten me we’re even! Let me go!”. I responded by cracking the back of my hand into her face, tightening my grip on her throat. I drew out a knife and giggled in sensual, girly way as her eyes widened, I had no intention of cutting her unless she really gave me trouble, but she didn’t know that. I took the knife and replaced my hand’s grip on her neck with it by placing its cold steel to her throat. She froze, and I knew she wouldn’t move now. I smiled and lifted her shirt up just over her breasts, revealing her small, cute tits covered in a white bra. I softly rubbed her left breast as I licked her cheek in a purposely creepy way, tauntingly running the blade up and down her throat to intensify her fear of me as I slipped her bra cup down and softly rubbed her nipple. It was small and soft, a very light pink that matched her very slightly tanned skin. She was silently crying at this point, every now and then begging me to let her go, but I had no intention of doing so. I leaned down and flicked my tounge across her nipple, taking it into my lips and softly sucking it, flicking my tounge gently across it as I sucked it slowly and kissed at it. I smiled up at her as if she was allowing me to do all of this and pressed the knife against her throat a bit more, I was getting tired of her begging for mercy and this shut her up.
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