Getting Even

by Dinghy5(Jo)

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, NonConsensual, Rape, Hypnosis, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Size, .

Desc: Sex Story: A young lady plots with a friend to get even with a man that wronged her. It takes a surprising turn of events.<br>This was originally written as a much shorter story in 1999 under the title 'MY TURN NEXT' I have recently edited, revised and renamed it. Please tell me how you like it.

He raped me! That son of a bitch raped me!

I know that no court in the world would convict him since I didn't holler, scream, scratch and kick but I know that he had sexual intercourse with me without my permission or approval.

It all started when he asked me to go to dinner with him. His name was Al and he was a regular visitor to the dentist office where I work as a technician. He called on us twice a week to sell supplies and take away medical wastes. He was tall, handsome and articulate. I should have wondered why he wasn't married but I had been involved in my own life until my boyfriend and I broke up a few weeks ago, so I welcomed a date with a nice looking man. Besides I was horny.

When he called at my house for me on Friday night, he was a perfect gentleman, charming and eloquent as he helped me on with my coat. On the way to the restaurant I couldn't help but think that perhaps a pleasant evening meal, some nice conversation, and then as a topper for the evening, some very good casual sex.

The first warning sign came when the hostess seated us. "Hey girlie, bring me a double Old Grand Dad, on the rocks, pronto." I wondered how this pleasant man could be so course with someone that was there to serve us.

A cocktail waitress arrived with his drink in just a few minutes. By the time she took my order he had drained his and asked for another. He ordered his third double shot from the waitress who took our dinner order.

Dinner was a fiasco. Conversation on his part was slurred and punctuated with a series of four letter words of which the national verb was used most often. He had his fourth and fifth drink during dinner. I seriously thought of excusing myself to go to the restroom and slipping out to take a cab home. I then realized I didn't have enough cash with me so I was trapped.

The ride home was an exercise in terror. He raced at breakneck speed, dodging in and out of traffic. I prayed that the police would see us, but you know, there's never one around when you need him. We pulled up at the curb in front of my house. I murmured "good night," undid my seat belt, and bolted for my front door. I had the door unlocked and was almost inside when he grabbed my arm and turned me around.

He engulfed me with his arms and the smell of bourbon was overpowering. I gave him a sisterly kiss on the cheek, said, "Thank you for a lovely evening," pushed him away and opened the door again.

"Not so quick bitch, I didn't blow eighty bucks on dinner for a peck on the cheek and a thank you. I want a piece of ass and you owe me."

He roughly shoved, and followed, me into the living room and began to take off his tie and jacket. I watched, transfixed, as he sat down and began to remove his shoes and socks. Seeing an opening I made a run for the bedroom, hoping I could get inside, close and lock the door but he was too quick for me. He pushed the door open and swaggered into the bedroom.

"There is no place you can hide bitch. Even if you had made it, I would have broken the fucking door down. I'm going to fuck you and there's nothing you can do about it. You might as well relax and enjoy it. Take off your clothes"

He was still very drunk and in my estimation very dangerous and capable of hurting me so I did as I was told. By the time I had stripped down to my bra and panties he was completely nude. I couldn't help but notice that his penis, even though only half erect was very long and very fat. Under other circumstances, I might have welcomed having sex with him, but now I was petrified with fear.

I was terrified as he approached me and backed up until I was at the edge of the bed. He pushed me onto the bed saying "lay down babe, I need the taste of pussy to get me ready." With that, he knelt by the bed, ripped off my panties, put my legs on his shoulders and buried his face in my crotch.

Although I was very frightened, I had to admit that it didn't feel bad at all as his tongue caressed and probed. I was dismayed when I felt the familiar heat begin to rise. I knew that my sexuality was betraying me and he would taste the juice from my pussy in just a few moments. It must have been what he was looking for, because he stood up, turned me over, put me on my hands and knees on the bed and, with one push, entered my pussy from behind.

I couldn't believe the length of his erect cock. Although it hadn't gained much in circumference it was now at least nine inches long. He began a slow, long, rhythmic pumping. With each stroke his cock rubbed against my already sensitive clitoris and, as hard as I tried not to, I began to enjoy it. I realized that the liquor had dulled his senses and that he would be able to do this for a long time. I tried to stifle my moan of passion as I reached a climax but a slight groan escaped my lips. He continued to pump and I continued to climax. With each stroke my moans became more vocal.

"See bitch, I told you that you would enjoy it." With that, he came. I could feel his semen shooting deep inside me, more and more with each stroke. His climax must have lasted for two or three minutes while mine continued each time his cock rubbed against my clit.

In complete silence, he withdrew from me, put on his shoes, shirt and without cleaning up at all, his trousers. He put his under shorts and tie in his pocket and staggered off into the night. I heard his car start and the tires screeching as he drove off.

I went into the bathroom to cleanup the river of cum that was flowing down my legs and contemplated what had happened to me. Yes, I had enjoyed it, but that wasn't the point. He didn't give a shit if I did or not, he was going to have his way with me and he did. My sex was mine to give or withhold as I saw fit, and not something to be traded for a dinner. I began to formulate a plan for revenge as I wiped my very tender pussy.

The very next day I called Carol Hawkins, a friend of mine from school, who worked as a hypno-therapist for Dr. Jo Dinghy and arranged to have lunch with her on Monday. I knew that her work involved hypnosis as it relates to sexual problems. Over lunch, I explain what happened.

"I would like to help you but I'm not sure what I can do. Anything involving hypnosis done without his permission would be unethical and I could get into a lot of trouble.

We put our heads together and by the time lunch was over we had formulated a plan.

On Tuesday Al showed up in the office at his regular time. He was bright and cheerful, and greeted me as if nothing had happened. Even though I was seething inside I smiled and tried to be charming. He gave me some sort of a half hearted apology about being sorry that he drank so much and blacked out and that he didn't remember much of the evening. I fluffed it off and asked if he would like to come to my house for dinner Friday. He readily accepted. I told them that I would be inviting my friend Carol. I could see by the look in his eye he was thinking "threesome." I smiled knowingly and let him think what he wanted.

On Friday Carol came by about 6:30. When Al got there at 7 everything was prepared. I had a fresh bottle of Old Granddad, lots of ice and for aromas sake, had some onions sautéing on the stove. The moment Al walked in the door I shoved a good size tumbler of bourbon and ice into his hand and introduced Carol. I dashed off to the kitchen on the pretext of tending to something I was cooking.

I should mention that Carol is a tall, beautiful, voluptuous blond who could easily make her living modeling. She is also a Doctor.

When I came back five minutes later his bourbon glass was almost empty, and Carol and her line of work enthralled him. I refilled his glass and noticed that almost one-third of the bottle was empty. I left them alone again. When I returned the next time I saw that he had refilled his glass himself. On an empty stomach he had drunk almost half the bottle of bourbon and it was beginning to show in his slurred speech and watery eyes.

Carol was smiling at me when she said "Guess what? Al wants me to hypnotized him so that we can play some sexual games!"

She told me to be very quiet and sit still, dimmed the lights, and began talking to Al in a very soft, soothing voice. Within just they a few moments Al took on a trance like posture. She told him that he would be in a deep sleep and that he could only hear her voice. She asked him for his car keys.

I took the keys, dashed out to where his car was parked in front of my house, got in and drove it to a bus stop a half block away where I parked it illegally. I ran back to the house, called the police and reported a car blocking the bus stop. We waited until we saw the flashing lights of the wrecker before we proceeded with the next step of my revenge.

Carol brought him up out of his deep sleep until he was just on the edge of her hypnotic control. She planted the post hypnotic suggestion that he would have an uncontrollable need to urinate whenever a woman was nice to him and that booze of any kind would make him sick to his stomach. She then told him that he would not remember anything that happened tonight, not even coming to my house or meeting her. He would go home, go to bed and wake-up tomorrow morning completely refreshed without any memory of this evening. She told him that his car was gone and that he would catch the bus on the corner. She told him that each time he saw me it would reinforce these instructions.

Other than being a little bleary eyed when she woke him, he appeared perfectly normal as he walked out of my house towards the bus stop. After he left, Carol explained that although he was an excellent subject the post hypnotic suggestion would only last for a week or so without reinforcement from me and that my control over him would slowly diminish.

I couldn't wait for next Tuesday.

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