The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts and abuse between adults. I in no way mean this to be an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities between the characters in the story and real people are unintentional and coincidental.

“Case dismissed,” Judge Dudley said, banging his gavel. “And young lady, don’t ever file a false rape report again, or you’ll be the one doing the time.” The accusation stung her as much as the dismissal at the preliminary hearing.

With that, Dudley gestured to his bailiff, who said, “All rise.” Marching out of the courtroom, the judge sealed his fate and that of the defendant.

The bastard drugged her. Raped her. Imani trusted the system. It failed her. The cold-hearted employer would never have bested her in a fair fight. Never have taken advantage of her without the aid of Etorphine. Having shot her with a tranq-dart, he immobilized her with leather restraints. After that, he waited until she woke.

Then fucked her in all her holes, holding a gun to her head.

Veterinarian Hans Goeth was never a good boss, but what he did to her created an obsession. Thanks to the bribe, the evidence never found the light of day. Should her vengeance ever be discovered, the entire city, hell, the whole world, would recognize she had the right to do what she would do.

The plan sprang fully formed into Imani’s 23-year-old mind. And just like that, she understood how to capture them, where to take them, and what she’d do to Judge Thomas Dudley and Hans Goeth, her former boss who raped her in his office.

She captured the judge first. Using a stun gun in the county parking structure as he unlocked his car. Then transporting him in his own baby-blue Lincoln ‘68 Continental to haul his sorry, corrupt ass to the old warehouse. Hours later, he woke. Finding himself chained to an X cross, Dudley was naked, his chin resting at the top joint of the upward V, staring at a cinderblock wall.

“How much did he pay you?” Imani asked.

“Miss Hughes, is that you?”

“Yes,” she said, while striking his back with a cat-of-nine.

A guttural shriek filled the room, echoing off the walls.

“Liar.” Another blow from the other side.

“Oh, fuck,” he said, screaming in agony.

It took her 12 lashes, 108 welts on his back, before he shouted, “Ten-thousand.”

Moving close, Imani’s hands roamed over the wounds, and despite the pain, he stiffened. With her other hand, she cupped his enormous balls and thumbed his tiny prick. As it spat cum, in less than thirty seconds, she laughed.

“Fucking, Nigger whore,” Dudley said.

Grasping her hand into a fist, she crushed the package and twisted. The screaming turned into something desperate, more animal than human.

“Be polite to this black woman, or I’ll bring more pain than you can endure.” Releasing her grip, the young veterinary assistant walked to a table and returned. The prick of the needle punctured his ass; that little pain terrified him more.

“What’s that?” he asked as a numbness passed over his ass, radiating outward.

“Don’t worry, you aren’t dying ... yet,” Imani said as he went under.

Getting him down, she put a shock collar around his neck and trapped him in a small dog cage. Leaving, she went to catch the original author of her grief. Thanks to his lawyer, the hearing took more than a year. Indeed, Imani Hughes’s justice would be much swifter.

Fortunately for Imani, her new employer would never miss the drugs she took. Dr. Ziegler was well acquainted with Goeth and hired Miss Hughes without hesitation. Understanding full well that his competitor had done what she claimed. For a moment, Imani considered telling Greg Ziegler her intentions. Soon, Imani dismissed the idea.

Two people can only keep a secret once one of them is dead.

Neither the judge nor his car would be missed for days, so Imani didn’t worry about using the luxury SUV to get around the city. Camping out in a parking lot, across the street from the vet’s clinic, she waited for him to leave. She worked for him from the day after she graduated from high school, and over the years, she memorized his routine.