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Date: Tue, 06 Jun 2006 20:10:03 -0400
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Rapist Reward..9.mmmmmmm=f, rape, violence, interracial)

   I was met at reception by the same nurse, "Ah Mr.  Thompson.  Come with
me please." The nurse took me to the baby care unit, and we went inside,
the nurse looked a little sheepish as she said that this cot was ours.  I
looked at the name above the cot, it was Andrea Thompson I looked down at
twins, black twins !!!!

   It seemed she had been used as a prostitute in a black area and even
when she was heavily pregnant she was still "working.  " When she was due
to give birth they blindfolded her and dropped her at the nearest hospital.

   - The End - This was the ending of a story written by Robert Thompson
some time ago.  I have just read it and decided that Mister Thompson just
enjoys writing about rape but never the pay back.  I am doing that with
this story.

   REVENGE FOR RAPED WIFE.

   The first thing I did was to denounce the black twins.  Andrea was still
legally married to me and if I allowed my name to on the birth certificate
then I would be responsible for them.  I talked to the police and told them
that the twins were the result of traumatic and prolonged rape and forced
slavery and that the state could take care of the little black bastard.  A
police spokesperson talked with me and said all the things about the
sanctify of life and all that bullshit.  I looked at her after she had went
through her spiel.  I told her that the state was going to have to accept
the twins.  She was aghast.  never had she see human life being treated
with such callousness.  I told her that my wife had been treated with
complete human indifference by her captors.  I turned and walked away.  The
Police insisted on a DNA test to determine that I was not the father. 
Naturally it showed that I wasn't.  I returned to my wife's hospital bed
and found that the nurses were trying to make her hold the two black girl
twins.  She was screaming and crying.  One stout heave nurse that looked
like the rear end of a tug boat, was leading the charge.  Andrea had tried
to run from the bed and this stout bitch grabbed her and twisted her arm
behind her,

   "You will love these two children you slut, or I will make you sorry."

   She didn't get past that part of her speech because that's when I cold
cocked her.  I mean that I didn't put a love tap on her or simply get her
off my wife.  I cold cocked her.  There was an inquiry to that.  I claimed
that I had protected my wife from harm and threatened to sue the hospital
if the bitch was not fired immediately.  The hospital looked at me like I
was crazy.  In all their years of dealing with woosey Englishmen, they had
never had such a happening.  The fact is that I wasn't an Englishman.  I
was American, Airborne all the way.  I would broke no crap from them.  My
wife had been taken from me for over a year in which I searched frantically
for her.  I talked to her friend that was with her earlier that day.  She,
being a nosey parker, had written the plate number of the Audi down and had
given it to the police , who had dismissed it as being irrelevant.

   Their official position was that Andrea had run off with another man. 
It was that simple.  End of story.  Now they were being forced to take
action and they didn't like it.  One or two high officers said that it was
a simple case of my wife just getting bored with her latest spree of
running off with a black person.  I told him he meant "nigger" .  He said "
I beg your pardon." this was said with high indignation, " but we call them
black persons." I told him that I didn't give a shit what he called them,
that to me they were niggers.  he left in a huff with threats of having me
charged as a not so nice person.  I called him a prig.  I thought that he
would understand that kind of a term better than the good old American term
I had ready for him.

   I took Andrea home with me.  The hospital said that she must stay a few
days longer, meaning that they had not made enough money off her.  I
refused to pay any hospital bill and said that if they pushed it then I
would sue them.  " Get it from whoever brought her in...me wife had nothing
to do with it." I waited a few days for Andrea to recover and get used to
being free.  naturally there was no sex and I had my doubts that there
would ever be.  The woman that had been with Andrea earlier that day and
had given her information to the police now gave it to me.  It seemed that
she had seen the driver of the Audi.  She told me that he was a swarthy
looking type, possible a Spaniard of something like that.  he also had a
hook nose and a scar on the right side of his face.  She had tried to tell
the police all this but had been dismissed.  " It wasn't the same car,
believe me.  There are many Audi's in the UK." The police did not want to
upset someone by questioning them.

   I took the information and after Andrea was able to recount some things
to me I had enough stuff to go hunting.  The plate on the car was easy.  A
friend that i did business got me the information in under three minutes.
The car was registered to a Johm Cambra.  the name sounded Portuguese to
me. Then I went to the address that was given.  It was a house in the
country, very large expensive place at that.  I reconed the place for a
couple of days before I had a look at the creep.  He matched the
description that Andrea had given me of the man with the camera.  There was
a woman, who I identified as the creeps wife and a young woman barely
nineteen.  I later found out that she was sheila, the man's daughter. 
Already my mind was at work.  I caught the tunnel to France and went to
Metz where several of the guy's I served in the army with had bought a
large farm.  After talking all night they were more than ready to help me.
I arranged to meet them back in England and left.

   For almost two weeks I followed the hook nosed man.  Then one day he
went into a pub and I eased my self into the back of the place and watched
as he met with what looked like the gang that Andrea described to me, that
is after she was well and becoming angry enough to remember.  The men at
the pub were seven white men and two black ones.  They were the ones that
had raped my wife.  It took all the strength I had to keep from walking
over and just blowing them away with the nine millimeter I had in my back
pocket.  Instead I played it cool, besides I had promised Andrea that she
could be there for the payback.  I already knew where hook nose lived so
when he left I waited and followed a little wise ass cockney that I later
found out was Jimmie Dodger.  I was going to make a special example of
Jimmie Dodger.  I watched him for a couple of days and then placed a call
to France.

   Day's later I was waiting in the pub for Jimmie and the crowd with the
daughter of my former top sargent.  She was like her old man, as tough as
could be.  Tonight, however she looked like little miss priss.  Leslie was
sexy as hell, not that I would ever look at her like that.  She was the
kind of a woman I would like watching my six.  I knew , thought, that
Jimmie and company could not resist her.  I was counting on it.  I even had
her flirt with her eyes a little to make sure they were hooked good and
proper.  Lisa saw Jimmie " I want to kill him personally...I never did like
the arrogant little cockney creeps anyway.  That night we did nothing but
Jimmie had a good look at me and Lisa.  The following night I was in the
pub when I heard a voice,

   "Now where's that foxy little bird you were with last night?"

   That was the opening that I was waiting for.  I began to lament that she
had played me for a fob.  That she was always working me up and never
giving me anything for it.  Jimmie said that he could help me get in her
pants ...along with a few others.  I acted interested like this was my bag
of tricks.  I arranged to meet Jimmie at a certain place the next night.  I
was to have Lisa with me..."She'll never know that you were part of it...

   Mean while Lisa's father and the others had made contact with some of
the other rapist.  There were four of my friends.  They said that they
would bring their own bird to the rape party.  The night we were supposed
to have the rape.  Lisa's father and his friends went to Cambra's home. 
There they took Cambra's daughter and once in their van, stripped her
naked. A blond wig was put over her own dark hair and a gag covered her
mouth except for her eyes.  They took her to meet the others in an old bark
out in the country.  John was there waiting with his camera and equipment.
Lisa had been grabbed and I was supposed to tied up in my car, where Lisa
would not know that I was part of the rape.  Instead of being tied up I was
dressed in baklava and dark clothes.  Lisa would never know that I was part
of the rape.  I took charge of Lisa and loosened her bonds so that the
others couldn't tell she was free,

   Lisa's father, complete with baklava, also, said that his captive should
be raped first.  Carmella, Cambra's daughter, could not speak.  Her hand's
were tied behind her.  She saw her father's face well and tried to
communicate the horror to him with her eyes.  Then Jimmie was the first to
take her "Damn this slut's a virgin." He pushed hard to get past her hymen
and her muffled screams told of just how much pain she was in as Jimmie
drove his fat cock into her helpless cunt.  John donned a baklava and let
another of the rapist man the camera.  He grinned gleefully as he pushed
his fat dark cock into his helpless daughter's cunt.  Dame he thought if he
had know that the slag was a virgin then he would have been first, as it
was Jimmie Dodger got that honor.  He pulled out of her and flipped her
over.  If he couldn't have her cunt cherry then he sure would get her ass
cherry.  Camilla screamed , or tried to and only muffled sounds escaped the
gag, as her own father pushed his cock into her virgin ass.  She started to
bleed and John laughed manically like as he tore his daughters tender
rectum to shreds.

   The girl was suffering some grave damage but John knew something that
the rest of the men didn't.  They were going to film the women being
killed. The promise of more money made him greedy and he agreed to do a
snuff.  Rather than do both women together the rapist had decided to have
the other slag wait till the first one had been killed.  Then they would
fuck her after witnessing the gruesome murder.  She would be aware that the
same thing was going to happen to her.  The only thing was that Jimmie was
going to have to take care of me first.  I was more than ready.  Camilla
was raped repeatedly by the white scum and also by the two niggers.  "Send
her on her way to hell, well fucked" her father screamed.  Then when
Camellia was all but unconscious her father took out a curved knife.  He
held it to her face so she would know what was about to happen.  That's
when John Cambra's real sick mind came into play.  "I think I'll fuck her
throat while she's dying.

   With a deft move he slashed each side of the girls throat.  The blood
poured out.  He had cut her just enough to make her take longer to bleed
out.  He wanted to cum in her mouth just as she died.  He ripped the gag
off her and shoved his cock all the way down her throat.  Then he started
to thrust.  The blood seemed to pulse from her severed neck with each
thrust of his hips.  Then the inevitable happened.  The long blond wig fell
off.  Cambra was now holding onto a dark head that looked vaguely familiar.
He pulled his cock out and saw the face of his only daughter.  Her eyes
were dimming as her life force spurted from her.  She was able to look in
her fathers with the most horrid expression of betrayal on her young face.
Cambra was in shock but then the horror of what he had done took hold of
him and he began to scream to the heavens.  he held his dying daughter in
his arms and watched her slowly die.  he tried to stuff him fingers in to
her slashed jugular but the blood still poured out around his hand's.  "
Why father...why..." then she closed her eyes, dead.  The fool that had the
camera was still running it and had the look of a maniac as he filmed.

   Cambra just sat on the ground holding his lifeless daughter's body.  He
had ripped his baklava off and his face was being seen by over ten thousand
creeps on the web that had paid him a lot for the privilege of seeing a
woman murdered.  Lisa turned and looked at me and then her dad and the
rest. We swung into action Lisa got in the first kick and caught Jimmie
dodger in the balls.  One of our men took the camera to film the killing of
the rapist.  He was careful not to get Lisa's face in the shot.  Then
Lisa's father, with a voice box on under his baklava said in a disguised
voice that the viewers would have the pleasure of seeing their rapist
slaughtered like the vermin they were.  The rapist were stripped down
naked, their faces on view.  The tall nigger behind the mask was now a
plain ugly nigger creep whose eyes had suddenly decided to get very round
and very white.  The fear caused him to loose some of his color.  It was
decided that he would be the first to die.  Painfully of course.  He was
brought , pleading and screaming before the camera.  One of my friends had
this very long very sharp machete.

   The screaming nigger was held and my friend took a casual swipe of the
machete and the niggers cock and ball's fell from his body to the straw
floor.  The nigger looked down and couldn't understand that the bleeding
pieces of flesh on the ground was the same instrument that he had been so
proud of in life.  Then Ray, my friend, took another casual swipe and one
of the arms that the nigger was being held with fell off.  The nigger was
free on one side and he tried to run.  Ray took a swipe at about the knees
and the lower half of one of the niggers legs flopped off.  We all had to
laugh at the hilarity of the idiot trying to run when he had only one leg.
Ray corrected that and lopped of the other leg.  Now the nigger lay
bleeding from his useless stumps and tried to raise himself on his one arm.
That one was also severed and the nigger was rolled away from the bloody
straw to bleed out and die.  he kept screaming.  Then one of the white men,
a tall red headed cockney was brought out.  He got the same treatment as
the nigger and then unceremoniously rolled aside to add his screams to that
of the nigger.

   One by one the men were brought out and hacked into pieces by Ray who
went about his work with the impassion of a butcher.  I had the camera
focus of the dying heap of rapist as they Lay bleeding.  One of my friends
put on some surgical gloves and picked up the severed genitals.  As the
camera focused on Jimmie Dodger, who was still in one piece and healthy. 
The severed cocks and balls were stuffed down his throat.  He choked but
Ray had shoved just enough of the bloody flesh down his throat to make it
hard for him to breathe but not to kill him.  Jimmie had no choice but to
chew on his friend's former cock and balls.  The men went to the heap of
mangled rapist and started to stuff cocks into their mouths.  The first
nigger to get whacked was forced to eat the flesh of his friend.  I got a
funny idea then.  I went into the heap of slashed bodies and turned them
over.  With a sharp knife I cut out the anuses of each man.  This was added
to the treats being given to them.

   Lisa said that they should die in darkness and she went among them with
a long sharp pick and jabbed each rapist eye's out.  They were screaming
and crying.  Finally the broken pieces of former rapist were all piled up
and gasoline was poured all over them.  This fluid brought more pain to the
dying men.  Then we all gathered around as a match was thrown.  The heap of
flesh went up in flames.  The flames seem to be screaming but it was the
men left alive to scream in agony as the flames consumed their bodies. 
Then Lisa drove alone to Cambra's house.  she found his wife asleep and put
a bullet through her head.  She looked sadly at what she had to do.  The
woman died in her sleep.  She would never know the horror that her husband
had inflicted on his daughter.  We went to the man as he still held his
dead daughter's body.  I took off my baklava and let him see my face then.
I showed him a picture of Andrea.  " This is all for her you piece of
scum." He looked at his little girls body and said.

   " IT was only a way to make some money...you Americans have to realized
that making money is all that means anything.R"

   " Was all tat money worth what you did to so many innocent victims." I
found out that he had the money, several millions.  It all represented
raped victims, Families torn apart, Wives sold into slavery.  Children
growing up with out a mother.  Cambra thought that money could buy his way
out of anything.  He was wrong.  he led us to the safe in his home and he
opened it up.  I had never seen that mich money in my life.  There was
about fifty million.  I also got him to tell us who his pimp was that he
sold the women to.  Then We took him to his bedroom.  He began to scream
and cry when he saw the body of his dead wife.  The only thing wrong with
her was the hold in her head and the blood on her pillow.  In the safe we
also found Tapes of all the rapes and something else.  The police had been
very lax in their investigations of the rape victims.  We found off where
they had been paid off to prevent any legitimate investigation.

   We led Cambra into the bedroom.  His dead daughter and wife were on the
bed.  He was sat down and Lisa handed him the pistol she had used to kill
the man's wife.  There was one bullet in it.  The gun was handed to him.  I
told him that he had one last chance to redeem himself.  My friends pointed
their guns at him.  "Well what's it going to bee.  You only have one bullet
in the gun.  The only way to make sure that one bullet does it's job is to
blow your brains...excuse me , I mean that diseased gray matter in your
head out.  He looked at the gun and I took the camera and put a fresh
cartridge in.  I pointed it at him and started to film.  In about a minute
I had the best shot imaginable.  The one of his shot blowing a large hole
in his head and blood spraying out against the wall.  We took the money and
left everything else in the safe with it open.  I called a newspaper
reporter and gave him some basic details.  He said that he was on the way
and would arrive well before the police would.  That way they would not be
able to cover it up.

   I took a long time but the pimp was found and through him before he died
a very painful death, the locations of the houses where other victims had
been taken.  A fund was set up by an anonymous donor who gave the fund
millions.  The victims were reunited with their families.  There were
something like one thousand bodies found floating in rivers, along roadside
and in parks for months.  Most of the killings were of naggers.  Customers
of the whore houses.  The inspector, the one that got all upset that i had
called him a prig, was sent to prison and became, along with the other
police involved, butt boy's in prison.  Lisa's dad knew people in prison in
England and word went out right away.  Every night the police were rounded
up by the inmates and placed in a circle so they could see each other's
faces while they were assaulted.  Their anuses got to where they could take
a horse cock in them without any hesitation.

   Andrea and i went to the prison and saw the inspector once.  he was
brought out into the viewing room in shackles.  He seemed to be having
trouble walking.  he had a sort of clumsy bow legged gait.  Andrea looked
in his eyes.  "Suffer you bastard...just like I did..." She left and I
looked at him..." Hey you know that you will be nothing but a big anus by
the time you get out...you PRIG."

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