“Just passing through. Didn’t mean to upset you.”
She stepped away from my bike and faced away from me as she held her hands over her face. “I used to pray every night.”
She stopped talking, so I got off my bike and walked up behind her and put my hand on her shoulder. “How do you feel about a person who takes the law into their own hands and punishes the wicked for the crimes they have done to others?”
She turned and faced me as she wiped her tears. “A long time ago I would have disagreed with that.”
“But now?”
“Things are different.”
“Now back to my question. Would it change your life in a positive way if you were vindicated outside the law? And would that be something you could live with?”
She stared at me for a moment with a very serious look. “I’m still not sure who you are or why you’re asking, but I’ve been thinking about some bad things. I’m okay with living the rest of my life in jail, but I couldn’t do that to my parents. They don’t deserve that. That’s…. that’s….”
She started crying again. “That’s what? It’s okay to tell me.”
“You’re a stranger.”
“The pawns of evil are the ones we have to be wary of.”
“She crossed her arms as tears ran down her face. “I don’t mean to sound rude, but are you one of those Bible thumpers? I lost my faith a long time ago.”
“I have my beliefs.”
“What does that mean?”
“It’s a very long story, but I know God is disappointed in me right now. I’m not standing here passing judgment. I am simply offering help the only way I know how.”
She looked at me for a moment. “That’s why I haven’t taken my own life. I just keep living this miserable existence so I don’t hurt my family anymore.”
I knew I needed to do it even if it jeopardized my existence. I walked over to the back of the trailer. “One of two things is going to happen when I open this.”
She wiped her tears as she looked at me with sadness.
I unlocked the lid. “I’m either going to leave this trailer behind and you can call the police, or you can let me re-weld the spindle at your cousin’s shop without him knowing, and then I will continue down the road with this trailer. The choice will be yours. Do what you can live with. And something else, this all falls on my shoulders and not yours.”
She walked closer, then paused. “You’re starting to scare me.”
“Be strong. This can be a life changing event for you.” I opened the lid.
Her eyes got big as she noticed there was someone tied up in the trailer, then she started to get real uneasy and looking around as if she wanted to run, so I started stepping away to give her space. “It’s Fabian. It’s your choice if you want me to take him away and make him pay for his actions or you can run and I will leave him behind.”
She started panicking.
“I’m not going to harm you. Just take some deep breaths and try to calm down.”
She looked at me like I was crazy.
“I know this is really fucked up. I didn’t plan on running into you. I especially didn’t plan on getting you involved.”
She calmed down a bit, but was still very cautious as she looked over into the trailer and noticed it was Fabian. “Oh shit. Let me think. I don’t understand why you have him. You don’t know me. Did someone pay you to do this?”
“This is what I do. I take the law into my own hands and punish the wicked when our judicial system fails.”
“How do you know me?”
“I know all the victims of the scumbags that I go after.”
She still looked worried.
“This isn’t something I’ve ever done before. There must be a reason why it’s turning out this way.”
She gave me a weird look. “I don’t understand.”
“Well, either Fabian has a guardian angel looking out for him, or you do.”
She looked at me with a strange look that I hadn’t seen from her before. “Close the lid and follow me. My cousin is at work for a few more hours.”
I was a little cautious as I followed her out into the country. She finally pulled onto a gravel road and drove up to a small wood framed house with a couple of old wooden buildings in the back. She got out of her car and pointed to a lean-to type structure. “I think he has a welder in there.”
I pulled up to the building and got out. She didn’t say anything as she sat on the hood of her car as I welded the spindle. When the repair was completed I got on my bike and started to pull away, but I stopped next to her car. “Don’t let Fabian, or my encounter with you, ruin your faith.”
She gave me a partial hand gesture to say goodbye before I disappeared into the dark. When I got back home I dragged Fabian into the chamber and threw him into the small room with his perverted buddy Curtis, who had acquired a taste for bugs and rats.”
Seth could tell Dicky had something on his mind. “What is it, pal?”
“The girl knows who you are.”
“You’re a fucking idiot.”
He started to speak again, but Seth interrupted. “I get really tired of explaining shit to you.”
Seth leaned forward and tossed another picture into the cell.
He picked it up and noticed that Emily looked like her old self. “Okay.”
Seth walked over and stood by the bars. “She went back to school to become a veterinarian. I decided to go back and check on her towards the end of her first year. I was leaning against a tree on campus talking to a couple of shithead freshmen when she and her friends walked by. She gave me a smile. I nodded towards her. At that moment, I knew running into her at the diner was fate and I had done the right thing. That was quite a few years ago. She now operates a small animal clinic back in her hometown. So back to your stupid fucking hopes of me getting busted. If I ever do, I hope it’s because I chose to do something good for someone instead of screwing up when I am out getting scumbags like you.”
“You call this shit good?”
“It’s some pretty fucked up shit, isn’t it?”
“And you think it was all right to involve this girl?”
“She never knew what I had planned for Fabian. Punishment to her probably meant simply beating the shit out of him or killing his ass. Only fuckheads like you get the pleasure of seeing this hellhole and all the shit that goes on.”
“Fuckhead, huh?”
Raping the Rapist
Dicky was still mad about being called a fuckhead. Seth could tell he was pouting. “Don’t get your panties in a wad. And let’s get back to the story of the two scumbags. Over the course of several weeks as the two rapists fought over the remaining insect snacks, I worked on a unique device for them. When I was done, I gassed the room and dragged the two unconscious and nude rapists, or according to Fabian’s psychiatrist, a power-assertive rapist and an anger-retaliatory rapist, into the chamber so I could install a custom-made chastity belt on both of them. When they finally awoke, one was happy about being out of the small room and the other one was scared shitless and wanted to hide, but they were both chained to the floor in the center of the chamber. Fabian stood up and stared uncertainly at the strange device around his waist and crotch. The chastity belt looked like a metal jockstrap, but instead of having his wiener locked inside like most chastity belts, it hung out through a hole in the front. His ball sack was hidden inside the belt and his ass crack was exposed. The front portion of the device, just below his belly button, stuck out a few inches—it housed mechanical parts.
Fabian finally saw me sitting across the chamber. “What the fuck! I demand you release me at once. You don’t know who the fuck……”
Zap!
He fell to the floor and screamed at the top of his lungs as he pounded on his chastity belt. After a few seconds, I released the button on a remote that I was holding. He stopped screaming, cupped his crotch and started crying. Inside his metal jockstrap were electrodes tha
t encircled his balls, which I had activated when he was running his mouth. While Fabian was bawling like a baby, Curtis wasn’t making a sound as he sat on the floor covered in filth.
A few minutes later, Fabian apparently wanted more shock therapy because he stood back up and shouted, “Who in the fuck do you think you are?”
Instead of shocking Fabian, I shocked Curtis, and after several seconds I released the button. “Curtis, rape Fabian in the leg.”
Curtis jumped to his feet. “I’ll do whatever you want! Please don’t hurt me anymore.”
“Go get ‘em then.”
When he started moving towards Fabian, I pushed another button on the remote control. A slide gate opened on Curtis’ chastity belt where the mechanical section was housed, then a one-inch diameter by six-inch long telescoping pole with a sharp point extended out through the opening. Curtis stopped walking and looked down as he and Fabian stared in horror at the pointed pole.
“What’s the problem, pal?”
Curtis looked at me and held his hands out, gesturing he didn’t know what to do.
I locked the ball-shocking button on Fabian’s remote to immobilize him. He fell to the floor and started shaking. I looked at Curtis. “Stick him in the leg, then stick your dick in the hole.”
Curtis was hesitating, so I zapped his nuts for a few seconds. He jumped on top of Fabian and drove the sharp six-inch long telescoping pole that was sticking out the front of his chastity belt into Fabian’s thigh muscle. As soon as the shaft completely sank into Fabian’s leg, I pushed a button on the remote and retracted the telescoping pole. Blood was squirting out of Fabian’s wound as he laid shaking on the floor. Curtis looked puzzled as to what to do next.
“Treat that bloody hole the way you like to treat women.”
He looked at me with disbelief, and as he stood over Fabian with a facial expression like he wanted to vomit, I pressed his ball-zapping button until he stuck his wiener into the hole in Fabian’s leg. Fabian was screaming, and Curtis was gagging as he held his limp dick inside of Fabian’s wound, and after a short period of time, he pulled it out and began throwing up all over Fabian’s head. As soon as he finished up chucking the last partially digested insect, I zapped him again. “You’re not done until you’re done.”
Over the next several minutes, Curtis would slide his limp wiener into the bloody meat hole, but it would fall out when Fabian moved around. The electric current from Fabian’s ball zapper was immobilizing him so he couldn’t fight back, but he was still able to move around slightly as he screamed. The remote control allows me to adjust the current flow anywhere from a slightly immobilizing level to a horrendous and barbaric please kill me now level.
Finally, Curtis looked at me with disgust and anger as his metal chastity belt and limp wiener dripped with blood. “I. I can’t. This is fucking sick. You’re a crazy motherfucker!”
Curtis started to walk towards me cursing, so I lit his nut sack up on the horrendous and barbaric please kill me now level. He laid on the floor trying to scream while pissing all over himself. The arcing inside of his metal jockstrap was echoing throughout the chamber, and I could see blue arcs jumping inside the space around his penis. Up to this point Curtis had been easygoing and hadn’t been hostile; I guess everyone has his or her breaking point. I disengaged Curtis and Fabian’s nut-zappers and went upstairs.
Later that day when I came back into the chamber, Curtis and Fabian were sitting on the floor with their backs resting against each other. Fabian was holding his hand over his wound trying to stop it from bleeding, and as I stood next to them he looked up at me. “You’re not going to get away with this. You have no right to do this to me. I demand you release me at once.”
I tossed a couple of pills over to Curtis and Fabian. “Take ‘em.”
They hatefully glared at me.
I held up the remote. “Do it or I’m going to burn your balls off.”
They swallowed their pills as they continued to stare at me.
When their wieners started to get hard, I looked at Fabian. “You didn’t have a problem violating and forcing yourself on…. How did you phrase it? Low income pussy… So you…”
He interrupted me. “You, you had no right! That’s my personal thoughts. What the fuck! You sorry cocksucker! You went through my stuff.”
Fabian started to get up, so I kicked him in the face so hard that I knocked out some of his front teeth, and as he rolled around on the floor yelling I walked over and sat on a table. A couple of minutes later when Fabian regained his awareness he became violent, and after he jumped to his feet, he ran towards me until his chain jerked him back several feet away. He cursed me as he pulled against his chain like a pit bull that wanted to tear me apart.
I looked at Curtis. “Looks like the Viagra is working. You know what to do.”
Curtis wouldn’t move off the floor, so I gave him a quick zap for motivation. Fabian was too preoccupied with me to notice Curtis was walking up behind him with two erect poles, and before he knew what happened, Curtis had thrown him on the ground and punctured another hole in his leg with the telescoping rod. Fabian was trying to pull away, so I activated his nut-zapper so he would be immobilized as I retracted Curtis’ pole. Curtis was dry heaving, and Fabian was screaming and staring in horror as Curtis pounded Fabian’s thigh snatch like a savage. To make it even sicker, I decided to shut off Fabian’s nut zapper so he wouldn’t be immobilized, which would allow him to fight back. The two rapists fought each other as Curtis held Fabian on the floor and treated him as he had treated the helpless women he had raped.
Curtis fell back to his knees and glared at me as he shouted out. “There, you sorry son of a bitch! I did it!”
I activated Curtis’ nut-zapper and Fabian’s telescoping pole. Curtis screamed out as I forced Fabian to return the favor. A few minutes later, a bloody and humiliated Curtis was vomiting, and a bloody and ashamed Fabian was crying.
I walked over to them. “Being raped is a physically and mentally humiliating violation, and because neither one of you had any regard for inflicting that on your victims, I shouldn’t hear any complaints as both of you will rape each other the same way every day until you die or I run out of Viagra.”
While the two men held their heads down, and as blood and sperm oozed from their wounds, I forced them, still chained together, into the small stone room.”
Dicky held his mouth open as he was listening to the story. Seth rubbed his head for a second. “I think you get the picture of what those two assholes had to do to each other. There is some sick shit that goes on in here sometimes in the name of justice, but I think in their case they got exactly what they deserved. They were forced to feel the same humiliation, violation and pain day after day as their victims did.
A few weeks later as I was forcing Curtis to rape Fabian in his side, Fabian did something surprising. Up to this point Curtis had been the aggressor. I had also been sensing that Fabian was getting more upset about the whole situation. I didn’t have either of their ball zappers engaged and Curtis was holding Fabian down, preparing to stick his dick in the bloody wound that he had just punched in Fabian’s side. Fabian’s eyes turned red with rage. He grabbed Curtis by the neck, flipped him to his back, then began beating him in the face and head ground and pound style. When Curtis was dazed, Fabian stood up with Curtis’ left leg. He was holding Curtis’ foot in the air, staring back at me with an unusual look.
I was looking at him trying to figure out what he wanted. “Watcha doin’, Robert?”
He didn’t speak. He thrust his crotch towards Curtis’ leg a couple of times while making a grunting sound.
“Okay.” I activated his telescoping pole.
He pulled Curtis’s leg close, then rammed the pole into the flesh and muscles of his calf. The pole entered on the outside of Curtis’ leg and exited the inside of his leg, just behind his fibula. He pulled the pole out, then looked back at me. I retracted the pole. He didn’t hesitate sticking his dic
k in the bloody wound. He looked like a savage as he stood thrusting his dick, and each time he shoved his crotch forward, he pulled Curtis’ leg to him. It was a very disturbing sight. Fabian’s dick was above average in length, and each time he pushed it into the wound, blood would gush out the other hole when the head of his dick exited. Curtis had a grimace of terror while Fabian was making fuck-faces like a porn star as he slowly stroked his muscle snatch. Suddenly, Fabian slung Curtis’ leg down, then stood over his head and blew his load all over Curtis’ face. I was sitting in shock and Curtis was crying.
Fabian looked over at me, breathing heavy as his dick dripped with blood. “Did that make you happy?”
I shook my head. “Only when Curtis gets to return the favor.” I looked at Curtis. “Get your ass in rape mode.”
He was still crying while lying motionless.
Fabian had a very cocky look. “Fuck you! I ain’t playin’ your games no more.”
Over the next twenty-four hours, I forced Curtis and several of the other rapists—some were willing participants, by the way—to pound Fabian into a bloody and cum oozing pulp. After that Fabian never went back into rape mode. I broke him of that nasty habit.
After a few more weeks of the gruesome and unnatural forced love fests, they banded together one night and tried to tear their wieners off. Unfortunately for them I was able to repair the damage. To prevent future attempts, I modified their chastity belts with automatic sliding doors that covered their wieners. Outside of the scarring and the extra Viagra it required to get them hard, their Frankenpenises were functional and they were forced to continue for many years. It finally got to the point that every time that they were doing the deed, they tried to rip off the other’s dick, so I had no choice but to amputate their arms at their elbows. Then they resorted to kicking each other in the dick, so I amputated their legs at the knees. After that, they started biting each other, so I had to knock out all their front teeth. They have been living in the small filthy room ever since, and they will live the rest of their lives chained together. Every so often I will drag their asses out and make them do the meat-hole deed just to remind them of their past indiscretions.”
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