The Punisher

[trio]

Teaser: She never stopped screaming, her body thrashing against the ropes that held her in place. Tom felt a sadistic smile curve his lips as he watched her squirm. He knew she was in agony, and that only served to fuel his desire to punish her further. He pulled out slowly, watching her eyes on him with a mix of horror and relief.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: The Punisher
Author: Trio

The Punisher

The early morning light danced across the dewy blades of grass, painting a vivid scene of serenity in the quaint town park. Birds chirped cheerfully in the trees, their tunes blending with the distant sound of a lawnmower warming up. Tom took a deep breath, savouring the aroma of freshly brewed coffee in his favourite mug. The quietude of the park was a stark contrast to the chaos of his daily life, and he cherished these moments of solitude.

Tom noticed the young women in business attire that had settled onto the bench adjacent to his. Their giggles and whispers grew louder, piercing the tranquility like a shard of glass. He couldn't help but listen as the conversation turned to their romantic escapades. One girl spoke candidly about her distaste for penetrative sex, while her friend revelled in the power she wielded over men with her looks and charm. It was a juvenile conversation, one that Tom found himself slightly amused by, but mostly detached from.

Their laughter grew more pointed as a man walking with his young daughter approached. He offered a polite smile and greeting, which they returned with condescending remarks. The man, seemingly hurt, continued on his path. Tom caught the cruel glint in their eyes as they watched him retreat. The sight of the man's shoulders slumping and the little girl's quivering lip as she clung to her father's side stirred something in him. The girl's innocence and the man's humiliation at their callousness struck a nerve, a deep-seated anger that had been simmering within him for far too long.

Tom felt his jaw clench, his hand tightening around the mug. The grinding of a nearby lawnmower grew louder, but it was the sound of their laughter that echoed in his ears, drowning out the peaceful sounds of the park. He watched them, noting their route out of the park and the direction they took. A plan began to form in his mind, a dark and twisted plot to ensure that at least one of them would understand the weight of their words.

Now, not two hours later, his dick was buried deep in one of them. She, naked and bound to perfection. She bucked and writhed beneath him, her muffled screams echoing in his ears. Her eyes, once filled with laughter, now brimmed with tears, staring up at him with a pleading desperation that only served to stoke his anger.

He stopped moving, she whimpered through the gag, her eyes pleading for mercy, but Tom was beyond reason now. He had made up his mind to teach her a lesson she would never forget. His next thrust was brutal. The girl’s eyes widened further, the pain and fear etched on her face like a macabre portrait.

She never stopped screaming, her body thrashing against the ropes that held her in place. Tom felt a sadistic smile curve his lips as he watched her squirm. He knew she was in agony, and that only served to fuel his desire to punish her further. He pulled out slowly, watching her eyes on him with a mix of horror and relief.

Then, with a feral growl, he slammed back into her, feeling her tighten around him like a vice. Her screams grew more desperate, and Tom felt himself nearing climax. He wanted to make it count, to leave her feeling as violated and degraded as she had made that man and his daughter feel earlier.

With a final, brutal thrust, he emptied himself into her, her eyes widening even further as she felt the hot flood of his cum fill her up. The gag in her mouth was soaked with her own saliva and muffled sobs as she tried to scream out her agony. Tom’s smile grew wider, his eyes cold and emotionless as he watched her writhe beneath him.

Once he had his fill, he pulled out of her, leaving her pussy gaping and bruised. He took a moment to catch his breath, the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

With the same cold detachment, Tom got off her and began to rummage through her apartment. He knew she had some value in here, something that could be sold to make up for his valuable time. He found a few items of value: her smartphone, a laptop, jewellery, and some cash. He stuffed them into the bag he found earlier. Feeling a sense of satisfaction with each item that clinked or slid in. It wasn't much, but it was something.

As he searched, the girl lay there, whimpering and shaking, her body covered in a sheen of sweat and tears. He looked down at her, his expression unchanged. "I'm not done with you yet," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.

With a sadistic smirk, Tom grabbed the bottle of lube he brought with him and coated his already engorged member. He flipped her over, the girl's eyes widening in horror as she realised what was coming next. She struggled against her bonds, the fabric of the gag stretching tight against her mouth as she tried to protest.

Her screams when he entered her from behind were even louder than before, a piercing wail that filled the room despite the muffling material. He slammed into her ass with a brutal force, her body jolting with each punishing thrust. Plowing into her with the relentless force of a jackhammer, each thrust a searing bolt of pain that made her vision swim. He savoured her pain, he was going to make it last.

The water was cold, a stark contrast to the heat of her body and the fury in his own. He had dragged her into the shower, her wrists and ankles still bound tightly with the rope that had held her captive in the bedroom. The chill of the water did nothing to cool his anger.

Tom had her bent over, her face pressed into the tiles as the water rained down on her back. She was a mess, her makeup smeared from her crying, her mascara running down her cheeks like a river of regret. He didn’t care. She had asked for this, with her callous laughter and her careless words.

Once he was satisfied that not a single trace of him remained on her body, he turned off the shower and stepped out, leaving her shivering and bound in the tub. He took a moment to admire his handiwork, the bruises already forming on her pale skin, a testament to the power he had held over her.

With a nod of satisfaction, he dried himself off and dressed, placing his damp clothes into a plastic bag. Each item was handled with meticulous care, ensuring not a single drop of water or speck of evidence was left behind. His mind was clear, his steps deliberate as he moved through her apartment.

Tom pulled out his phone, a sense of excitement building in his chest. He dialled a number from memory, the call connecting with a ring that seemed to echo through the silent room. "Hey, it's me," he said, his voice low and calm. "Get some of the boys together. I've got a little surprise for them." He listened for a moment, a sadistic smile playing on his lips as he spoke again, "Yes, she's all yours. A personal gift from me to you all." He recited her address, his eyes never leaving her trembling form.

Her eyes widened with panic, the realisation of what was about to happen dawning on her. The gag in her mouth prevented any words from escaping, but her eyes screamed for mercy. Tom felt his chest tighten, his breath shallow. He knew she was terrified, and the thought of what was to come only fuelled his desire to leave her in this state of dread.

He approached her again, phone in hand. With a cruel twist of his lips, he positioned the camera to capture her tear-stained face, the gag, and the ropes that bound her to the tub. The flash went off, and he knew he had the perfect shot. Her wide, terrified eyes, her wet hair plastered to her face, the droplets of water running down her bruised body – it was a masterpiece of fear and humiliation.

Tom chuckled to himself as he scrolled through the images and videos saved in his gallery. Each frame was a testament to his control over her, a visual reminder of her suffering. Selecting one of the videos, he pressed play and watched with a sense of grim satisfaction as the girl on the screen struggled against her bonds. Her muffled screams filled the quiet of the room, a stark contrast to the serene park from earlier that day, the sound of her pain a symphony to his ears.

He took one last look at her, his eyes lingering on the way the bruises stood out starkly against her skin. "You're going to have a real fun time with the boys. I am going to visit your friend later today,” he whispered, his voice low and sinister. The fear in her eyes was palpable, and it brought him an intense sense of pleasure. He stepped out of the bathroom, leaving her bound and shivering in the shower ... waiting for what was going to happen next.

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My last story for a while. Is a short one I wrote some time ago, but never finished. Hope you enjoy it.

[Shocker]

It’s a very entertaining story, you are jumping around a lot in time and place which makes it a bit harder to follow the flow. As you are already using plenty of paragraphs, no complaint here, it might be worth while of adding an additional empty line for those jumps.

It’s not entirely clear what your MC is punishing the woman for and why he feels so strongly the need to do so.

[trio]

Thx for the feedback. I completely understand what you are saying. I am a big "The Usual Suspects" fan. I love reading (and now writing) stories that keep you on your tows. I also don't want to explain everything, maybe letting the user use their own imagination. Maybe it only works in my mind. I also try not to "over" describe the personas. I try to stay away from quantising the details, so you can use your own fantasy. Does that make sense?

It’s a very entertaining story, you are jumping around a lot in time and place which makes it a bit harder to follow the flow. As you are already using plenty of paragraphs, no complaint here, it might be worth while of adding an additional empty line for those jumps.

It’s not entirely clear what your MC is punishing the woman for and why he feels so strongly the need to do so.

[Fox44]

I would describe the victim a little better. For example, I would write that he goes to her purse and takes out her ID. Name, age, possibly profession. I want to imagine her better.
Still a good story, please continue.

[trio]

Clear, thx for the feedback. In my mind, the bag lay nearby as she never saw his face. Maybe I was focusing on that a bit to much.

I would describe the victim a little better. For example, I would write that he goes to her purse and takes out her ID. Name, age, possibly profession. I want to imagine her better.
Still a good story, please continue.