Stephen rolled over onto his back and looked up at the ceiling.
"God, that was great." He looked over at Kathryn who was still lying on her back staring into space with a blank look in her eye. Then, looking at the clock he realized it was three a.m. Time to go.
"Well Babe, " he said as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up, "that was fun. We must do it again sometime."
"You raped me."
"What?"
"You raped me."
"I don't know what sort of game you are trying to play, but its not going to work." He stood and started to walk over to the chair to gather his clothes.
"You raped me, you bastard!"
Stephen heard the sound of the night table drawer being opened and then there was a shot. A sharp pain in his right thigh and he fell to the ground screaming. Blood was everywhere. He struggled to turn over on his back. There she was, kneeling on the bed with both hands on the gun, pointing it at him.
"Wait! Stop! I didn't do any..." He heard another shot go off and hit him in the stomach. He waved his hands in self protection, but to no avail. She fired a third shot that hit him in the left hand and he blacked out.
Six months later he was in court. The bailiff opened the door and the jury slowly shuffled in.
"Mr. Foreman, has the jury reached a verdict?"
"Yes we have your honor." The foreman held up a slip of paper which the bailiff took and handed to the judge. The judge unfolded the verdict, read it and then passed it on to the court clerk who read it into the record.
Three months earlier, in a similar courtroom, Stephen had been acquitted of rape.
The clerk cleared his throat. "We the jury, in the case of the People v. Kathryn DeMarcuse find the defendant... guilty on all counts."
"Sentencing will be tomorrow at 10:00 a.m." the judge said in a somber voice.
Sentencing was quick. Because Kathryn was a first time offender, she only got six years in prison, and would be eligible for parole in 2 years.
"Two years!" thought Stephen, "two years and she gets out! While I rot in this prison of a wheelchair for the rest of my life!"
Two and a half years went by and Kathryn was released from prison. Six months in a half way house and she was back on the streets like nothing had happened. Then, several weeks after having moved into a cheap apartment while out late shopping at a 24 hour ShopRite, she was abducted. As she was walking back to her car, a man suddenly came up behind her and put a rag doused with chloroform over her face. She succumbed to unconsciousness quickly.
When she awoke, she was in a room with no windows, lying naked and spread-eagled on a bed. Groggy, but slowly creeping toward consciousness she heard a voice.
"Hello, Kathryn. Remember me?" She tried very hard to focus on that voice and when she did, she saw Stephen sitting in his wheelchair, two feet from the bed.
"Do you remember what you did the last time we were alone together?" She stared at him in quiet fear.
"You said I raped you. And then you shot me." And he held up his left hand to show her what was left of it.
"This time, I'm gonna do to you exactly what you said I did. Oops! How silly of me. I forgot to tell you, I'm pretty much useless below the waist. But that's okay, I've got your boyfriend right here." Stephen reached below the bed and picked up the shotgun and showed it to her.
"Thirty-two plus inches of carbon alloyed steel barrel, and your gonna take every inch of it tonight, babe." With that he rolled his wheelchair around to the foot of the bed. "Here I am lover! Are you ready for me?"
"Please..." she whimpered in fear.
"Please?!? Okay, baby. Here it goes!" Stephen placed the barrel of the shotgun against the entrance of her vagina. With one quick thrust he slammed it into her. She screamed. The pain from the force of the hard steel ramming into her cervix was enough to drive her back to the brink of unconsciousness.
"Oh, no, baby. You don't get off that easy. Come on, bitch, wake up." Leaving the gun embedded in her vagina he rolled around to the head of the bed and slapped her hard with his good hand. As she started to come to, he went back to the gun and began thrusting it in and out of her. She screamed again, as much in terror as in pain. The rough edges of the gun barrel felt as though they were tearing her up inside.
"Oh, baby, I'm getting close! Beg me to pull out! Beg me not to blow my wad inside you."
"Stop, please, I'm begging you!"
"Its too late! I'm gonna cum!" And with that he pulled the trigger. He was surprised at how little sound the blast made. "Maybe, " he thought, "most of the blast was muffled by her body."
Blood was flowing out of her vagina like a red river. "I see you got your period again honey. Its okay, I don't mind." He continued pushing the barrel of the shotgun deep inside her wrecked body until he got most of the gun inside her. "Wow! What a slut! Look at the way she takes that cock!."
Slowly, Kathryn looked down at her body and saw the gun buried up to the hammer inside her.
"Well Babe, " he said as he put the gun down and started moving his wheelchair toward the door, "that was fun. We must do it again sometime."
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