Turning the Tables

For this one, I'm trying something a little different... I'm writing from the female perspective.  Not sure if I'll be spot-on or way off lol.  Any comments or constructive criticisms would be appreciated!


It's Friday after work, and I need a drink.  It's been just an exceptionally difficult week: a couple people at my job left the company (one retired and the other just quit), leaving the rest of us to take on all of work that was left unattended; my car was totaled while parked on the side of the road, meaning that I now have to take public transportation everywhere; and most emotionally damaging of all, my boyfriend broke up with me for some young whore.  I mean, it's not like I'm a spring chicken - I'm in my mid-30s - but a 22 year old?!

This was the same guy who exposed to this ballbusting fetish stuff.  He told me he was into it very early on in the relationship, which is a credit to him and his bravery, I suppose; I could have been the type of girl to laugh at him, dump him, and then tell all my friends what a psycho he is.  Instead, I figured I'd give it a shot.  I was always afraid that I'd permanently damage him, but the more I kicked him, kneed him, squeezed him, smacked him, or punched him, the more I realized he really could take a beating.  It never turned me on, per se, but it was at least amusing to hear the sounds that came out of him or to watch how his body would betray him and force him to the floor.  After a good "session" (as he liked to call it), he'd be particularly... attentive and willing to please, if you catch my meaning.  I guess after 6 years of getting his ass kicked (well... balls kicked) by me, he needed a new person to dominate him.

Anyway, I digress.  So, I left the office and caught a train home, and once I got there I immediately hopped into the shower; I needed to get the stink of the day off of me and also so I could freshen up to go out tonight.  I toweled off and I picked out what I planned on wearing: my little black clubbin' dress.  It's sleeveless with spaghetti straps, V-cut ending below my bust line, hugged my waist and then was nice and loose at the bottom for ease of dancing, and stopped a little above mid-thigh.  I figured I'd give guys something to look at and maybe even get a free drink or two out of it.  I wanted to wear stiletto heels with it, but if I drink as much as I plan to, I'll roll an ankle.  But, since I really wanted to wear heels, I picked my shiny black mary jane pumps with a high chunky heel.  I put my clothes and heels on, did my hair and make up, grabbed my little black clutch and headed out the door.

Once I got out the door and took a few steps in my short dress and 4" heels, I felt like I was making something of a mistake.  Then, I realized, I didn't give a shit what on-lookers thought right now, and the train station was so close that I could walk to it and not have my feet hurting at the end of the night.  I used my MetroCard and boarded the train that would take me closest to where the bars and clubs generally were.  The train arrived and I got off, heading in the direction of a bar; I definitely want to go to a club to go dancing, but I wanted to pre-game a little by myself.  Most people think I'm crazy for going out alone, but nothing has ever really happened in this town, so I didn't take the precaution.

As I made my way toward the bar, I heard a guy moaning in a dark side alley.  I know, I know... none of my business but... he sounded like he was in pain.  I moved cautiously into the alley to where a man was laying in a heap, slowly writhing in agony.  I touched him gently and was about to ask if he needed assistance, as rudimentary as I could offer, when he abruptly stopped groaning...

He rolled over to face me, snatching my hand with the speed of a man who wasn't hurt at all.  He brandished a knife, barking at me "Don't fuckin' do anything stupid!"  The man jabbed the air close to me with his knife as a warning, and as he started standing up, he continued "Do yourself a favor and keep your mouth shut!  Don't scream or I'll gut you!"  I swallowed hard and felt my heart race because I was so scared but I was really disappointed in myself; how could I be so careless?  He interrupted my internal dialogue before it began by grabbing me by the throat and forcing me back against a wall, inching the blade closer to my throat.  I watched him look me up and down and he licked his lips; I cringed and shivered, suddenly remembering my outfit.  He said "I was just going to take that purse, but I think I want a little more now."

I had to think quickly.  He's a little bigger than me, probably stronger, has a weapon and is holding me by the throat.  Stunningly, I came up with an idea, although it felt crazy...

I gave him my sexiest look and said in what I hoped was a sexy voice, "How much do you want, baby?"  It sounded stupid leaving my mouth, but I had to try.  Luckily, as one of my friends used to say "God gave men two heads and only enough blood to be able to think with one at a time"; this guy completely took the bait.  "I'm gonna stuff that warm slit with my big fat dick," he replied.  Ugh!  Do guys really think that this is sexy talk, or are they just imitating the crap that they say in porn?  Anyway, I had to play my little role and convince him that I wanted the same thing.  I rolled my eyes back a tiny bit and let out a soft moan that I hoped would make him believe I was turned on by the thought, and ran my leg up his.  When my thigh reached his hip, I had a another idea.  I pretended to almost lose my balance, and said innocently "These crazy heels!  Maybe I should take them off so I'm more stable for you," thinking that I could use the heels as weapons.  Damn, I should have worn stilettos tonight, I mused.  He answered "No baby, leave those on.  They'll give you the extra height I need."  He moved closer and ground his pelvis into my mine, I guess to emphasize his point.  Shit! I thought to myself, but before I went into panic mode, I recovered, replying "Well, then, you might have to hold me steady and make sure I don't fall."  I licked my lips like he did before and, surprisingly, he immediately moved the hand that was holding me by the throat down to my ass, his forearm supporting my upper leg.  I let out another soft little moan and snaked one of my hands between his legs.  I thought about grabbing and squeezing his testicles, but he was still holding that knife; I, instead, found his penis and started to stroke him slowly through his pants.  After a few seconds, I slid my other hand down and unfastened his belt and the button on his pants, unzipped him, and watched as his pants fell down around his ankles.  I slid his underwear down as far as I could without bending because he moved close and starting slobbering on my neck (I guess he was trying to kiss my neck and be sexy), and I almost laughed out loud at this guy's tiny pecker.  I've seen bigger penises changing diapers, ha!  I took him into my hand and, although I had his penis in my hand and him eating out of the palm of my hand, I couldn't attempt to hurt him or escape when he would just stab me.  If I could get his knife hand away from my face, maybe I can hold it at bay while I hurt him somehow, so in an effort to get him to move his hand down so I could grab it, I said (trying to sound breathlessly turned on) "My panties... tear them off baby."  To my absolute astonishment, instead of using the knife to cut my panties off, he just tossed the knife away and slid his hand under my dress, trying to tear my panties loose with his bare hand.  This time, I actually did laugh out loud, dropping the pretense that I was turned on.

"Did you really think I'd let a piece of shit mugger have sex with me... in a fucking alley, no less?!" I hissed, leaving his penis alone and taking a hold of his hanging testicles, squeezing with everything I had.  He stopped "kissing" my neck and tried to pull away, but he hasn't going anywhere.  His eyes were wide open and he was on his tiptoes, trying to dance away from the pain I was causing him, and he shouted (or what seemed like shouting in that alley) "Fuckin' cunt!  Let me go!"  I was about to let his testes go and call the police but I no longer had a car because of some jerk, my  week sucked at work, my boyfriend dumped me, and all I wanted tonight was just to have a few drinks and go dancing, and this asshole ruined it.  Besides, I hadn't busted a guy's balls in a few days...

I was going to hurt this guy.  Badly.

"Listen, you bastard!  If you make any noise, people will see us," I started, "and if they see us, they'll see that I'm fully clothed and that your package is exposed for all to see, and also that I'm using it to hurt you.  How long do you think it will take before people put two and two together and realize what you were trying to do?"  He was in pain, but I saw a slight change in his face; he knew what the deal was.  "Now," I continued, "I going to beat your ass.  If you make any sounds that I deem to be too loud, I'm calling the fucking cops."

I used my thumb and forefinger to make a ring, isolating his testicles from the rest of his body.  When I was with my boyfriend, I'd smack him firmly with an open hand; I was trying to make him feel it a little, but didn't want to do any real damage.  I didn't feel any need to protect this guy from being maimed, though.  I pulled my other hand back, balled it into a fist, and punched his beanbag hard.  He groaned and his legs almost buckled, but miraculously, he stayed standing.  I punched him again, harder, the SMACK! of my fist hitting him echoed off the walls, and he yelped and crumpled to the ground.  His voice strained as he said "You fuckin' bitch," and started sobbing, trying to stand - I guess to recover some of his battered dignity.  With both hands on the ground to push himself up, he left his groin completely exposed, so I scampered behind him and kicked his hanging bag with all the power in my body and frustration from this week.  I don't know if I got one of or both them, but the toe of my shoe hit something that felt very soft.  The SMACK! was louder, but he didn't even make a sound when he fell back down to the ground; I thought for a second that he'd passed out from the pain.  In a few seconds, I saw him stirring and what sounded like crying.  Part of me thought that I was going too far, but I quickly squashed that thought; this asshole was going to rob and rape me, after all.

I took his hands and roughly pulled him to his feet, and that took what seemed like an eternity.  Once he was all the way up, it was my turn to back him against a nearby wall.  I slid my knee between his legs and, in looking for my targets, I saw that his penis was still erect!  I was a little grossed out, but a lot of me felt pretty good about myself; I was beating his ass against his will, but he still found me attractive enough to still be turned on.

I prodded gently with my knee and found what I needed, so I let my foot come down to the ground and then fired up my knee like a rocket into his groin, hearing another satisfying SMACK!  I also heard the air rush out of his lungs and watched as his hands darted to protect his battered testicles.  Since he was so badly weakened from what I was doing to him, I grabbed his wrists and moved his hands away from his groin and kneed him again, hard.  His knees were about to give out when I got an idea.

"I'm taking one of these," I said, sliding my knee right under his naked bag, slowly, and then I added pressure once I got one of them pinned between my knee and leg.  "When you have to live with one of them being gone, you can remember this night and how you tried to take advantage of someone you thought was weaker," I continued, grinding my knee into him.  I pressed into him even more, trying to rupture the testicle I had trapped and I kept hearing him say "Please.... please.... stop.... please."  I got angrier, pulsing my knee to make it hurt more, and asked rhetorically "Would you have stopped if you forced this into me?" and I smacked his erection hard, making it flop around.  I watched as his eyes rolled back into his head a little, he let out a loud groan, and began to convulse.  Oh my god, I think I really did break one I thought to myself.  I really thought I was ready for this occurrence, but, despite this man being a piece of shit would-be mugger and rapist, I didn't mean to permanently damage him.  These thoughts were running through my head when I felt something warm on my leg...

Confused, I looked down... and saw white liquid shooting from his erect penis.  Holy shit, he's coming! I said to myself.  I immediately removed my knee from his groin and, horrified, I took a few quick steps back.  I saw that he ejaculated all over the bottom of my dress and some on my leg, and as I struggled to figure out what to do, I watched him slide down the wall and into a sitting position on the ground, his penis still pulsating with orgasm.  My legs and feet took control of my body and, before I even realized I was doing it, stepped onto his erect penis and pushed it down onto the ground, crushing it under my shoe.  I tried to restrain myself from screaming so between clenched teeth, I told him "You're a fucking pig!  How dare you!  But you know what?  I now have your DNA, all over my dress.  If I ever see you again or hear about any shit happening in this area, I'm going to go to the cops with my dress.  I'll tell them what you tried to do to me.  Do you understand?"  He didn't respond and he only attempted to free himself from under me, so I stomped down onto him and nearly shouted "Do you fucking understand, asshole?!"  He nodded vigorously and said weakly "Uh-huh!  Uh huh!"  I stepped off of him and said "Good.  I'm serious.  You'd better disappear."

With that, I turned my back on him, not fearing that he'd try anything, and made my way back to the train station.  I was relieved to see that nobody was on the train as it brought me home, my dress now a mess... and an odd trophy...

Hmm, that gives me an idea.  Maybe I have a new mission in my immediate future now...



To be continued...?