My O.C.D began with the night I was raped. Constant showers made me feel clean and beautiful again. It had gotten to the point where I would stay in the shower for days at a time. My body would be a prune when I got out. Rape is never any victim's fault, but I blamed myself for the attack. If I hadn't led that man on like that, teasing him with my supple breast. Grinding against his genitals, shaking my large toned ass all in his face, then maybe he wouldn't have snapped. I blamed myself because it was all my fault! So much therapy and it only made life worse. I was to blame for all my troubles.
Life had become so much of a blur, that I didn't realize I was standing two feet away from my assailant in the post office. He recognized me instantly and walked over.
"Listen, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" Tears were coming from his eyes like melting ice. He extended his hand in reconciliation, but my entire body was frozen. Here he was in HD apologizing for his sin and I couldn't move if I wanted to.
"Did you hear me? I'm sorry I hurt you. How can I make it up to you?" When I didn't respond, that bold bastard wrote down his phone number and stuffed it inside the large pocket of my hoodie.
For the rest of that day, I was confused about what happened. He had known that I didn't press charges and for him to approach me like that in the open, made me feel like he was okay with what he had done. Casually dropping his number in the pocket of the girl he raped weeks ago! An apology was fine, but did he really expect me to call him? Maybe the reality of the attack had finally set in because at that moment, I wanted to get revenge!
It took me another two weeks to plot together a plan. I had let go of the anger to appear more forgiving. Andrew, the rapist, met me at the Dots Inn motel two blocks from the strip club where I was assaulted. We spent five hours talking about the incident and Andrew cried each hour. He had brought me jewelery to make up for his transgressions, but a diamond ring couldn't replace what was left of my virginity. That's what I told him anyway. I put the many gifts Andrew brought me into my black travel bag. There were a few other surprises that I packed for that snake, Andrew.
"Let's have sex. Consensual this time." Lies rolled from my lips as I convinced Andrew, who seemed to have suffered from severe depression, to undress and lay on the bed. Dimming the lights, I swayed my hips over to Andrew. I could hear my heavy heart beat as I straddled his small frame.
Sitting on top of him made me want to vomit. The fact that he had actually gotten an erection was unbelievable! I unzipped the side pocket of my black travel bag and removed a pair of handcuffs. Andrew protested so much that I had to show him my breast to shut him up. Handcuffing him to the headboard, I then removed a small plastic valve from the bag and popped opened the top.
"What's that?" Placing my finger over his lips to silence him, I gently stroked Andrew's penis with my hand. His eyes rolled in the back of his demonic head. Squeezing gently, rubbing that criminal's dick until it swelled with intent to cum. Then with all the force I could muster up, I jammed his thick dick into the tiny valve of pure Sulfuric Acid!