California

I know what 're 're thinking right now. Either you have a big wet spot on your pants, because finally somebody who gets away with too much is gonna get what is coming to them. Every person who ever shit on you, everybody you ever wanted to eviscerate will now become Jack. That piece of shit who buggered you at age 8, telling you you're daddy's special girl. That jock who stole your girlfriend, or the little bitch cheerleader your bf cheated with. Or of course the dumb little blonde who tried to murder you to save her boyfriend's life.

All of that is going to fall away for the time you're reading this, and maybe, just maybe you can convince yourself that everything is right again with the world afterwards. But it won't last...

Or maybe you're going to be one of those bleeding heart types, who feels everybody deserves a second chance.

Or you're one of those law and order types who think that vengeance is wrong and using the justice system is the only way. But then again, if you *really* believe that, you're probably too busy chasing after criminals to read this story, right?

Oh, you won't admit that you know that I'm right and you're wrong, but dow down, where it counts, you do.

The sharp, high pitched gasped and hyperventilation coming from Jack's mouth reminds me of my castration fantasies of Snidely.

"How did you get in here? How did you find me, and just who do you think you are?"

"ack,ack, I think the real question is who do you think YOU are?"

He stepped back a few paces, trying to sit back down in his chair, but missing time and time again.

"Young lady, you don't actually think you can get away with this, do you?" He pushes the intercom, acting like his secretary will all of the sudden come to life.

"It's a bit late for that Jack. I saw her leaving just a few moments before I walked in. Don't bother screaming, Jack. It'll just annoy me and make your throat sore. And you don't want to annoy me anymore than you have to."

"Young lady, you don't know who I am! I can have you thrown off this campus never to return. I can make sure your great grandchildren are never allowed to attend here."

"Who said I attend this dump?"

"But how... I mean... you called me, right?"

"Stop playing innocent, Jack. You know what I'm here for. I wasn't born yesterday, you know."

"How could you... I mean... how do you know about.... I mean..."

"Shut up, asshole! You're not listening to me. You're not getting away with this. You think you can, but you're fucked."

He tries to run for the door but I block it.

"Let me out of here!"

He tried reaching around me, but I grab his arm and throw him across the room, Slayer style.

"How did you do that?!? You maniac bitch! Are you on PCP?" He covers his mouth and looks embarrassed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to use sexist language!"

"Oh, fuck off you stupid cocksucker. You obviously don't care about those young girls you've been fucking."

"How dare you question my belief system? And please don't use homophobic language in front of me!"

I grab his arm and bend it back, grabbing a finger, threatening to break it.

"OK, asshole, look. You've fucked your last girl. Either you can leave this place right now, or I'm going to make you wish you'd never been born, what will it be then, eh?"

"How dare you threaten me! I'll have you in prison so soon you won't know what hit you!"

I bend back a finger, the sound of breaking bones echoes in the room, along with his screaming.

"One last time, motherfucker, want to leave now? Or do we have to do this the hard way?"

"Let me go! You never answered me! Are you on PCP or not? I'm gonna call security right now, as soon as you let me up!"

I grab his arm and pull as hard as I can. I can hear his shoulder disconnecting, a sickly sound that I don't really want to hear again. He's passed out from the pain, giving me the perfect opportunity to tie him up.

He's lying stomach down, feet and hands tied to the desk legs. I found his walking cane in the corner of the room; this might come in handy when questioning his motives. This guy doesn't seem like the type to learn his lesson the first time. To ensure maximum pain, I pull off his pants, but leave his underwear on. I really have no desire to see more of this guy than I have to.

I take out the water sprayer, with ice water in it, and give him a few shots in the face. He wakes with a start and moan.

"Oh, my shoulder! What did you do to me?"

I stand looking at him, with a shit eating grin on my face.

"Why, Jack, what were saying again about having me arrested? And something about how you were going to get out of this? I forget your exact words now, care to remind me?"

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Oh, c'mon now, Jack. You don't look old enough to have Alzheimer's yet. And I doubt I look as stupid as you think I do. I know about everything. Blackmail, sex, hot young girl meat for a dirty old man."

"I, I, really don't know what you're talking about," his nervous laugh betrays his confidence. He's about as sure of himself as I'm straight. "You have me confused with someone else, I swear, where would you hear such a story anyway?"

I raise the cane above my head and swat it down on his ass with full Slayer strength. His scream assaults my ears, it's amazing how this big tough guy is turned into a whimpering puppy so quickly.

"Now, asshole, want to tell me why you're fucking around with these girls?"

"I TOLD YOU A LONG TIME AGO..."

I bring the cane down on his dislocated shoulder. He starts to scream and cry again, begging me not to hit him again.

"All right then, Asshole Jack, you will tell me what I need to learn then, right?"

"Why don't you mind your own business? Please, for the love of God! You have no right to come here and..."

I'm rearing back reading to smack him across the back with the cane when he finally breaks.

"All right! Don't hit me! I'll talk, God, please, don't hit me again!"

"Well, time's wasting, bitch. Tell me what I want to know."

"You don't understand what it's like to be me! You really don't. Caught in a marriage I've hated for the last 25 years. It's torture!"

"Oh, cry me a river, asshole. I really care about you and your wife's problems. Why are you fucking these girls? I don't remember reading about blackmail in the Bible, huh?"

"I'm just a man! I have wants and needs too, ya know! Why, I'm sure you get as much love as you need! Why is it okay for you and not for me?"

"I don't have to resort to blackmailing anybody, you pathetic prick! Besides, you have a wife waiting for you at home!"

"Oh please, that ugly cow? You don't understand, you never will, you're not me."

"Try me, Jack, I want hear this horrible story of your home life, really, I'm sure Jesus on the cross didn't even have it as bad as you."

"Hey now! Watch the blasphemy."

"Oh fuck off, Jack. I'm really sick of this stupid shit. Maybe your students fall for this ACT of yours, but I sure don't! I can read you like a book, you probably don't even believe any of this, do you?"

He looks at me with a look of contempt, the kind of anger that comes only from being caught in a lie.

"Well, Jack? Did I hit a nerve?"

"Goddammit! Why won't you LEAVE ME ALONE?!?"

"AH! Such blasphemy, Jack! Shame on you! Blasphemy makes Baby Jesus cry."

"STOP MOCKING ME! I'M UNDER DURESS!"

"I knew it, why your students couldn't figure this out sooner? I'm sure you're much more convincing in front of class, but none of them know the real you. That is, unless they're good looking and young, and you want them to meet Mr. Happy"

"SHUT IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

He starts sobbing uncontrollably. Damn, I'm good with this kind of thing. Should get my own TV show like that psychic guy on TV.

"My wife is so frigid. And never does anything with herself. After our first kid, I was totally impotent around her. I mean, who would want to touch her anyway? But then when we moved here, and I thought I'd get a job at the local college. WOW, what a change of scenery can do."

"So, you come to school, see the young meat, and you can't control yourself. They'd never touch you with a ten foot pole, so you improvise."

"No! Not at first! God, you don't understand, just being around all these cute young girls. Wow. I was walking around all day long with a raging hard-on. These girls, damn. I had to stand behind one of those podium things to hide it."

He starts laughing that dirty old man laugh that reminds me of my step dad.

"I used to be able to get away with going to the bathroom to wank off during my lunch break, but soon that didn't do much for me. I even tried to get classes towards the end of the day, ones I knew lots of sexy girls would be in, so I can carry my rod home to my wife, but as soon as I got around her, I was instantly turned off."

"Wow, Jack, that story totally justifies every bad thing you've ever done! I'm so sorry I ever judged you, I mean, how was I to know you were being persecuted so horribly?"

"Hey, stop mocking me! I said you couldn't understand, now untie me and I promise not to file charges against you!"

"Look, Jack. You're not getting away this easy. Pricks like you have been fucking over us s fos for too long. So, you get on a girl's good side, thinking you're Mr. Holy Joe, a man they can trust, then if they're unlucky enough to give you a hard-on, you go in for the kill?"

"I just couldn't control it anymore! I was going crazy, and using my hand wasn't working anymore. What was I to do? Go to a hooker?"

"If it takes that, then yes! What have these young girls done to bear the brunt of your dysfunctional marriage? Or better yet, get rid of the dog and get a young wife. I'm sure you can fool some young piece of ass into marrying you. How much do you make at this joint a year anyway?"

"What?"

"I said, oh never mind, asshole."

I hit him on the legs, this time for fun. I start to worry that this cane is going to break and I won't have anything to make him sorry. Oh wait, the cucumber, I laugh to myself thinking about what's coming up, but he can't possibly know.

"Why are you laughing? You think this is funny? Trying to ruin my career?"

"What, you think *you're* funny? Ruining the life and careers of dozens of young girls?"

"Well, not dozens..."

"How many, asshole? And when did this shit start?"

He's trying to ignore the question again.

"Look, Jack, want this cane in your asshole?"

"All right! Ok, want to know? It's been 20 years since my first girl here. Boy was she sweet, kind of like this bitch I got in my class now, Jenny. Oh boy, what I wouldn't give for a piece of her ass, hah ha. I want to rub my dick on that little pot belly of hers."

I rear my foot back and plant my Docs right in your mouth.

"Stop talking like a horny truck driver and tell me!"

I'm trying not to give away the fact I actually know Jenny. God knows what Pricky McHard-On here would do to her.

"Goddammit! You knocked out a tooth!"

"I can always knock out more until you tell me."

I rear my leg back again when finally he blurts it out.

"300, give or take a few. I mean, there were a few when my camera was broken and..."

"Camera? You take pictures of them? Wow, looks like you creepy lechers really are too embarrassed to buy your own porn."

"No! How else would I be able to blackmail them? They were too stupid to realize that they could use the pics against me just as much as them, but that never came up."

I start to look through the bookshelf, looking for this photo album.

"What are you doing
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"What do you think? It's time to take away your power, Jack."

I notice that most of the books in front are hiding ones behind. Then, I hit pay dirt. I open one that was dated from 1994-95 and start thumbing through.

While I'm usually turned on by the site of a beautiful young lady naked, I'm nauseated at his pics. Beautiful young women, their cheeks stained with tears, being posed in typical porn magazine pose. Graphic close ups of their assholes and spread vaginal lips, many with hymens still intact, greet my eyes on each page. All of these girls' faces are covered in come, some with it oozing from between bruised lips or distended assholes. Their pain and degradation forever captured on Kodachrome.

I close the book and hit him on the head with it.

"You sick motherfucker! I should fucking kill you!"

He's trying to move his arms to deflect my blows, but can't do it. When I get tired of this, I take out a lighter from my pants pocket and set that album ablaze.

"What are you doing?!? YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!"

"Oh, save it, Jack. You're the one that has no right. No right to fucking live!"

"That's my property!"

"No it isn't, Jack Ass. I'm sure the girls who you forced to spread for your camera thought you were stealing their property too!"

"Oh, give me a break! You girls are all the same. You don't realize what power you have over me. You just have to shake your hips, pout your lips, and bammo! I can't control this!"

"Oh, sure. Those girls just forced your cock down their throats, didn't they? I'm sure each and every one of them wanted their first time to be with a raging pervert."

"HOW DARE YOU! How do YOU know what THEY wanted?!? I'm sure they all got off on it! Each and every one!"

I'm frantically searching for this year's book, to make sure he doesn't have anything on Jenny.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, just looking for more shit to burn, you know me, Miss Pyromania and all."

I found it, but to my relief, there are no pictures of Jenny, aside from her yearbook picture, which I assume is how Jack picks them. A few crossed out pics are there, and sure enough, I find more naked pictures, just the same as the previous volume.

Like the one before, this one too is set on fire. I see his camera on his desk, and decide to grab it.

"Oooooh, this is one of those professional jobs. Wow, that's so cool. $5000 camera just for taking pictures of your rape victims. My, you're a class act, Jack."

I open up the b Jac Jack lets out a scream of misery as the film is exposed.

"Come on, Jack. I'm sure those girls' pussies looked just like the other 300-some. You see one, you see 'em all, right?"

"That's not the point! You're destroying MY property!"

"Oh, okay then cumwad, so you're not denying it then?"

"It's not your business!"

I take out the 12 inch cucumber from my bag.

"C'mon now, Jack. You've made a career out of making girls suck you off, what's the harm in you seeing what it's like?"

I pull his mouth open, he tries to bite down, but I put enough pressure on his jaw to let him know I'll break it if I have to.

"Gagh, ahgh, lagh meh gah!"

"Shut up, Jack, this will only take a few minutes."

I slide the cucumber down his throat, keeping just enough of it in my hand, to control its motions.

"Hey, bitch, you like this? How about this? Awwwww, that's so cute the way you're gagging. I bet your throat is virgin, isn't it?"

I start thrusting the cucumber in and out quickly, fucking his throat hard and rough with it.

"I bet you do, don't you? You sick bitch! You like getting your throat raped, don't you? Stupid asshole, you get off on pain, don't you?"

My mocking laugh drowns out the guttural sounds suggesting he's ready to vomit.

"Just a little bit more, bitch. I don't have to come yet, let me come, all right? Oh, wait, this cucumber isn't going to come," I thrust it in as far as I can, laughing while he starts to cry. "Yeah, that's right, I could do this all night if I wanted to."

I finally take the cucumber out of his throat, and a torrent of vomit comes out. I quickly hold his jaw shut, forcing him to swallow the puke.

"Swallow, douche bag! You stupid bitch, swallow!"

He does with a disgusted grunt.

"We're just about done here, but before I go, we got one more thing to take care of."

"Let me go, please, I won't tell a soul, just cut me lose and let me go!"

He's crying like a baby, it's so funny.

"Wow, were is that man who just 30 minutes ago was threatening to have my thrown back in prison? You don't act so proud now, do you, dick?"

"I'm sorry, let me go, I don't even know your name, no harm will come to you!"

I dip the cucumber in some Vaseline I have in my satchel.

"Come on now, Jack. You also seem to be a good ass fucker too. You really like getting girls up the ass, don't you? I can understand that, and I'm sure they like it a lot too."

Before he can reply I pull down his shorts and shove the cucumber up his ass in one savage thrust.

He lets out a scream like I never heard.

"Oh, such a small, tight hole for your cock, I understand why you like it. Hell, if I was a guy in your position, I'd try it too."

I grab the cucumber and start to jackhammer fuck him with it, much like I did with his throat, but a lot faster. His screams keep getting louder and louder. For a minute, I worry somebody is going to hear us, but even if I am caughtthe the act, it's going to be worth it to teach Mr. Pervert a lesson.

"You like that, don't you, faggot? Huh? Does little Jack like to be my bitch? Awwww, how cute, Jack is a screamer. You might be saying no and crying, but your heavy breathing is telling me yes. Awwww, little Faggot Jack likes getting his ass fucked, how sweet!"

He starts puking again, all over the floor in front of him.

"Idiot! You were supposed to eat that! Oh well, I guess I can let you clean off this cucumber when you're through."

I look up at the clock, noticing that Jenny will be home in 90 minutes.

"Well, Jack, it's been fun, but it looks like this is the end."

I shove the entire cucumber up his ass, this nearly makes him black out from the pain again. Wow, for such a tough guy, he sure passes out a lot.

I quickly pull it out before he can wake up, and shove it in his mouth. I know, that's gross, but hey, can you blame me?

When he comes to, he spits it out, landing it in the puddle of vomit he left.

"Cut me loose! I'm sorry, just, please, CUT ME LOOSE!"

"Whatever you say, Jack Ass!"

He cowers into the corner of the room as soon as soon as he's free.

"Oh, what's wrong, Jack? You don't want to hug me goodbye?"

Taunting him, I stand over him, pulling down my pants, no panties today.

"Come on, Jack. Don't you want to see my pussy?" I squat down to his level, with my crotch only inches from his face.

"Just leave me alone! Get OUT OF HERE!"

"Look, Jack, so nice and pink, don't you think?" I spread it open for him, just like he forced the girls in his books to do.

His head is down, he's trying to close his eyes tighter, ignoring me. Ha, it worked. Now he'll never be able to think about young girl ass again without thinking of this night.

"You didn't have to do this!"

"It's over, Jack. Go home and sleep. You have a busy day tomorrow."

I laugh, walking out, knowing full well he's not going home tonight. He knows I'd probably follow him home and use whatever tools he has there on him. A drill to the kneecaps, maybe bust his teeth out with a hammer, oh, the possibilities are endless.

I'm lucky enough to get home a full hour before Jenny does. I'm in the shower, cleaning myself up, and using the showerhead to get off. Jack's agony still has me turned on.

Maybe justice does live after all.