Revenge on Creep Who Tried To Drug and Rape Me

Dear FemdomU Forum,

I am writing to share with you a story that still gives me a sense of empowerment and justice every time I think about it. A story that I hope will inspire and encourage other women to stand up against those who try to take advantage of them.

It was a warm evening last summer when I met him. We’ll call him John. We hit it off at a bar and he seemed like a charming and charismatic guy. He asked me out on a date and I accepted, thinking it would be a fun and flirty night. Little did I know, things would take a dark turn.

We went to a fancy restaurant and then back to his apartment for some drinks. Everything seemed normal until I saw John slip something into my drink when he thought I wasn’t looking. My heart immediately started racing as I realized what he was trying to do. This guy was trying to drug and rape me! My instincts kicked in and I knew I had to act fast. So, I pretended to drink the drugged drink and slyly switched it with John’s glass.

As I sat across from him, pretending to be under the influence, I watched as he started to feel the effects of the drug. He became disoriented and his eyes started to droop. I couldn’t believe that he had the audacity to try and drug me sexually assault me. I was enraged and determined to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

As he drooped helplessly in his chair, I started searching the apartment. I opened a supply closet and my eyes darted around until they landed on a thick rope, perfect for what I had in mind. I tied his hands behind his back, rendering him completely immobile. A smirk tugged at my lips as I began to strip him of his clothing, reveling in the power and dominance I held over him. I ripped off his shirt, tugged down his pants and then his briefs. As each layer fell away, I couldn’t help but admire the defined muscles of his body and the impressive cock that hung between his legs. The thought crossed my mind that he could have gotten lucky with me tonight if he hadn’t been such a sleazy creep. But now, he was at my mercy and there was no turning back from the punishment I had planned for him.

Panic flooded his eyes as he suddenly comprehended the situation. I could see the terror etched in every line of his face, his body trembling with fear and helplessness. No matter how hard he tried, his muscles refused to obey, paralyzed by the potent drug coursing through his veins. He was a prisoner within his own body, at the mercy of someone else’s control.

I reached for a pair of binder clips I found on the desk and attached them to his nipples, relishing in the pain it caused him. I wanted to make sure he suffered as much as possible, so I squeezed them as tight as I could. John couldn’t handle the pain and succumbed to the power of his drugged drink, passing out. That was perfect for what I had planned next.

I didn’t want him to get off easily like he would have if he had raped me while I was unconscious. Instead, I wanted him to be fully awake and aware of the punishment I was about to inflict on him. And I wanted to leave a lasting reminder of his wrongdoing.

Drawing on my girl scout skills, I used some twine to tightly bind his balls and cock. It was satisfying to see him grow hard with excitement, even though he was still unconscious from the drugs. Then, I pulled the twine taut and wrapped it around his head, stuffing his own underwear into his mouth before securing it in place with the twine. This way, any movement of his head would cause more pain as the loop around his genitals tightened. The skin where the twine was cutting into him was already turning red and irritated, ensuring that he would be reminded of his punishment for a long time to come.

As I waited for the drugs to wear off, I took the time to prepare a few other items. It was unclear how long it would take for them to leave his system, but I was determined to make sure this asshole was awake for the pain I was about to inflict on him.

Reader Beware!

Now, this is where more timid readers may want to stop reading. I know, calling the police should have been my first move. But in the country where I lived at the time, that just wasn’t a realistic option. I couldn’t trust that the corrupt cops wouldn’t end up raping me themselves. So I took matters into my own hands. I wanted him to suffer for what he had done, and I also wanted him to remember his suffering as a lesson for next time.

I kept checking on him throughout the evening, and eventually, he started showing signs of consciousness. He was disoriented and confused, but as soon as he tried to move his head and felt the intense pain around his groin, he knew he was in trouble. He attempted to scream but was muffled by the gag, and I couldn’t help but giggle as I watched the fear in his eyes when he saw the ropes binding him and realized why he was in so much pain.

I let him wake up a bit more before explaining the situation to him. Reminding him of how he had tried to drug and rape me while I was unconscious. The effects of the drug would keep his mind in a state of confusion for hours, but he was awake enough now to experience my vengeance.

A Whip

I found a whip in a box of sex toys John kept under his bed. It was something I’d have used playfully under the right circumstances. However, these circumstances called for something far more malicious.

As John sat there, bound naked and trembling with fear, I taunted him with the leather whip in my hand. At first, I playfully flicked the tip against his bare skin, causing a hint of arousal to stir in him. But then I unleashed all my pent-up anger upon him, delivering savage lashings to his chest and watching with satisfaction as angry marks bloomed across his flesh.

I didn’t stop there, hungrily working my way down his body until I reached his lap. With each strike of the whip, John’s grunts turned into pained screams, but I relished in his suffering. I focused my attention on his throbbing erection until it was covered in red welts from the merciless lashes.

And then, with five quick and brutal strikes to his manhood, John’s screams, even muffled by his underwear gag in his mouth, filled the apartment. He jerked back in agony as the ropes tightened around his tender flesh, leaving him writhing helplessly as tears streamed down his face. There was no escape for him now, and I reveled in the power and control I held over this broken man before me.

A Wooden Rod

I had found a wooden rod in a pile of art supplies he had near his desk. It was about a foot long and only 1/16” in diameter. When I grabbed the rod, John’s face twisted in fear. Every time he struggled against his restraints, it caused him immense agony – not just from the rope tightening around his genitals, but also from the twine and rope cutting into his skin and causing painful wounds. I started with a quick and hard hit to his chest with the rod, leaving behind a welt that was larger than any mark left by the whip. I couldn’t help but smirk at this as I continued to strike him repeatedly across his chest and torso, covering his once flawless, muscular physique in my vicious marks. John screamed in agony but was completely helpless.

I then moved on to his legs, leaving more welts in my wake. By now, his previously erect cock had gone soft and I wanted to change that. So, I took some time to gently massage it back to full mast while he watched helplessly. Once his erection returned, I picked up the rod and told him to prepare himself.

The first few hits landed directly on his shaft, taking advantage of its size. To my surprise, despite the pain he must have been feeling, John’s erection remained intact. Emboldened by this discovery, I aimed for the tip of his penis and hit it three times in quick succession.

That seemed to be the breaking point for poor John. He tried to scream but ended up blacking out from the intense pain. As I looked at the swollen, discolored head of his cock still standing at attention, I knew he wouldn’t be forgetting our encounter anytime soon.

As I stood there, looking at the man who had tried to take advantage of me, I felt a sense of satisfaction. I had taken control of the situation and turned the tables on him. I had shown him that I was not just a victim, but a strong and fierce woman who was not to be messed with.

Blood dripped from his battered body, creating a gruesome canvas on the ground. He slowly began to stir, his mind still shrouded in a haze from the drugs coursing through his system. But even in his dazed state, he could comprehend that I had emerged victorious. My power had prevailed over him, leaving its unmistakable imprint on his wounded form. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid tang of violence, as if the very essence of our struggle lingered in the air around us. As he struggled to regain consciousness, I stood over him triumphant, my will and strength prevailing.

A Candle

As I finished gathering up my belongings, a wicked grin spread across my face. I couldn’t resist leaving him one last parting gift before I left. I reached for the three candles he had lit earlier that evening, now reduced to pools of molten wax. With careful precision, I poured the hot wax over his body, starting at his chest and working my way down.

I relished in the sight of his muscles twitching and his skin reddening from the heat. Satisfied with my handiwork, I made sure to coat his throbbing cock with a thick layer of wax. John’s screams were muffled by the underwear still gagging his mouth, causing him to choke on his own cries of pain.

Quickly removing the underwear, I didn’t want to accidentally suffocate him, I continued my assault with the hot wax. The scent of burning flesh filled the air as I poured more and more wax over his already sensitive skin.

As the wax hardened and cooled, it formed a tight shell around his manhood and balls. But I wasn’t finished yet. With a cruel smile, I poured the rest of the wax over his chest and watched as it hardened into a solid layer.

By the time I put on my coat and turned to leave, John’s screams had turned into ragged breaths and painful moans. His once proud and confident demeanor was now replaced with a look of utter defeat and agony in his eyes. As much as I wanted to stay and watch him suffer, it was time for me to go.

I made sure to remind him of this experience if he ever thought about sexually assaulting someone again. As I looked into his tear-stained eyes, I searched for any sign of regret, but ultimately, I didn’t care. I turned and walked out, leaving John restrained and exposed. The door was left open for anyone to find and assist him out of his predicament. Or take advantage and use him as they saw fit. It didn’t matter, I was done.

I know some may see what I did as extreme, but to me, it was the only way to truly make him understand the gravity of his actions. He needed to know that what he did was not only morally wrong but also a criminal offense. And I truly believe that the punishment fit the crime.

I share this story with you, not to boast or to glorify violence, but to show that sometimes, standing up for yourself and taking matters into your own hands can lead to a sense of justice and healing. I want other women to know that they have the power to fight back and to take control of their lives.

Thank you for providing a platform for women to share their stories and to inspire others. I hope my story will serve as a cautionary tale to those who try to harm others and as a source of strength for those who have been through similar experiences.

Sincerely,

Erin