Esha's Revenge **WARNING** This story contains descriptions of non-consensual sex, rape, bondage, anal sex, girl-girl content, etc..If you do not like this material, read no further. This story is, like many other stories posted throughout this website, is an inspired development/sequel/etc. of one written years before by another author. This story is based on the story and characters of "Esha the Thief', circa 1997. Chapter 1 -------------------------------------------------------------------- She stood like a dark, ominous, shapely statue as she watched the moonlit mansion across the road, never swaying or stirring even as the fall breezes blew like blasts of chilling water smashing into the shore. From under her fedora, Esha glared intensely, the hate flowing through her. Carefully eyeballing the structure to see if anything had outwardly changed, it seemed just as it was on that night long ago. Her long overcoat waved in the wind like a gray flag, flapping angrily as the ragingly horny former had-been thief sprouted a wicked smile. Tonight, at long last, payback would be hers. It had been three long years to the very day. This was the night she had waited for. This same night, just like this, three unbelievable years ago. She'd tried to make her biggest score; only to have it end with her life irrevocably changed. Deja vu flashed through her mind for a moment, as she summoned up the dark anger that had fueled her through the preceding years, through every interminable day and night. That night, she'd been repeatedly and thoroughly butt-raped, humiliated, and battered until she was physically broken. Afterward came the emotional breakdown and recovery, her spirit broken by three years in prison. Three long years, during which she'd harbored not only hate of what had been done to her; but of what hshe had become. After she'd been all but left for dead an a dumpster by those 'dirty whores', as she referred to them, she'd been found by a ragpicker who'd come to find himself something he could use to feed,clothe,shelter himself, or otherwise improve his day just a little with something he could make a dollar with. Instead, he'd found the battered, bleeding, and bitched-out Esha. Thinking her dead, he'd screamed and run to find a cop, which helped to stir Esha out of her stupor. Somehow managing to summon up what little energy had returned to her, she'd tried to move. She'd needed shelter, a place to hide and recover, a disguise to cover herself until she was out of the public view. After the bum's scream and his disappearing footfalls, the surge of adrenaline that had roused her had abated; but while her bound body failed her, Esha fought to come fully come to her senses. She gave up struggling as her energy washed away; and sobbed as she slowly realized her predicament. She'd need help to even get up, unable to free herself as she was. She knew by the scream that someone MUST have seen her, and help was coming; but the help that would be on it's way would be spelled P-O-L-I-C-E. Sooner or later, she'd be identified before she'd be able to summon up the energy to leave the hospital they'd surely take her to. Then, it would mean arrest, followed by imprisonment for a number of years, if not the rest of her life. Esha the Great, thief and dominatrix, would be front page news, and when she was finally locked in her cage.... Esha tried to shut out the memories of what had followed. Two cops had found her in the dumpster. "D'ya think she's alive?" said one. "I dunno, Charlie. But, the ambulance is on the way. Let's get her out of there." "Awwww,Dave, I just shined my shoes this morning. I dowanna climb in there. My uniform'll be trashed." 'Great,' Esha thought. 'I'm lying here bound and humiliated, leaking every bodily fluid known to man, my ass in tatters, and he's worried about his shoes. Well, lemme at LEAST have a little compassion.' She moaned as loudly as she could, to be heard through her gag(s). "She's alive, Charlie. Now, c'mon! Let's get her out!" Moments later, she'd felt the dumpster shake as Charlie and Dave's feet had sunk through the trash as they dropped in. "My God, look at her! Somebody had a time with her last night." "Alpha-five to Alpha Sergeant. Sarge, the victim's alive, look's like she was subjected to a really bad night before she was left here. Call the SVU, willya?" 'Well, at least, I'll get a little TLC before I get packed off to prison. Not that their SVU will help, not against those dirty whores. How'm I gonna even explain all this?' Esha decided then and there to never say one word about what had happened. 'The cops'd never take those dirty whores on in a million years, not with their money.' The EMTs arrived and proceeded to free her from her bonds, which the cops immediately took for evidence. They put her in the ambulance, Dave getting in with them. "Miss, can you tell me who did this to you?" She'd not said a word. At the hospital, the degradation began over again. The pictures, the swabs, the repeated questions. Especially the swabs. She'd felt humiliated all over again. Even as clinical as they tried to be, they'd goggled at her condition. "My God, who did this to her?" she'd heard them whisper as she lay still, trying to just recover enough to get away. "I've seen bad rape cases before, but NOTHING like this! Painting her! And what they did to her hair!" "Whoever he was, he gives new meaning to the word HATE." How little do they know, Esha had thought. It wasn't a hateful man. It was a bunch of hateful, dirty whores! And I'll be the one who gives new meaning to hate when I get my hands on them again! The whispers didn't stop when they examined her, they got worse. Their comments added layers of humiliation that fueled Esha's hate. They'd made her kneel on the table when they'd taken her swabs. She'd felt like she was going to be fucked all over again. She'd had to bite her lip to keep from screaming with anger and humilitaion when they'd swabbed her anus for 'culture that could be used as evidence.' At that point in time, she'd never wanted another thing to enter her behind as long as she lived. Little did she know her attitude would change before very long. Finding seminal residue in plenty in all her orifices, they'd given her a shot that would prevent any possibility of any conception taking hold. "This shot we're giving you will ensure implantation of any embryos is rejected; but you're going to be miserable for a while, miss." Happy when it was over and she could lay back, she'd been pleased they hadn't commented on her condition when they saw what her rear end looked like. But, outside the humiliating whispers continued. "OMG; what did they use on her? A baseball bat??!!? Her anus is SO sprung, it'll take her days to recover from this. Physically, that is." "I'd hate to meet whoever did this to her in a dark alley." "I would, I'd beat him senseless and do it to him." How little do they know. That became Esha's mantra. After the swabs, they'd spent more time examining her. Esha was dying to get away before they decided to fingerprint her, just so they could identify her and find someone to call to take her home. 'Home. How little do they know." Esha'd been always been a loner. Being a dominant rapist as well as a thief had left her with no need for lovers on top of as few business associates as absolutely necessary. But, despite the whispers, she sensed they were concerned for her well being, which she thought was nice. For now, Esha wanted a little concern, since she knew justice for her wouldn't do in the Birminghams. It'd only do her in. She'd be the laughingstock of the criminal underworld if what happened ever got out. "Esha the bitch. Huh. Esha the bitch got BITCHED!" "Esha the rapist got herself raped! Right up her tight little ass!" And when that leaked into prison..if she wound up there; she'd be turned out by the first bull dagger to break her (if she didn't kill her first). Esha vowed revenge on the 'dirty Birmingham whores' again and again. Oh, the humiliation. After they'd taken swabs, they'd stuck every kind of medical telescope in her mouth, pussy, and ass again and again, to make sure she didn't have any internal injuries. After the swabs, Dave the cop had come in and asked again, "Are you SURE you don't want to make a complaint, miss? Whoever did this to you needs to be put away for the rest of their natural born days." Through her self pity, Esha the once strong bitch actually saw sadness in the cops eyes! He was feeling sorry for her! HER! "It won't make a difference." "Why not?" "Because they're EXTREMELY rich, EXTREMELY powerful, and you couldn't touch them with a ten foot pole." "I see. Well, miss, I'll tell you, that just about gives their identities away, I know only one bunch who fits that description, and rumor has it that they're the type who'd enjoy doing what was done to you." "Well, you're right about that" Esha replied as she closed her eyes. Conversation over as the doctors came in for more exams. "Miss, we want to be sure you don't have any internal injuries before we let you go, so we're going to take some x-rays and other pictures." They'd taken xrays, and then, the scopes. Unbelievably, Esha found herself experiencing a little thrill as they'd continued her treatments. Before inserting the scopes, they'd soothed her nether regions with lotion and aloe, her pussy and rectum they'd soothed with vaseline, which Esha discovered she really enjoyed, perhaps a little TOO much. A little whisper of pleasure ran through her as she recalled the nurse's hand lingering around her battered rear entry, pleasuring her thoroughly reamed-out bum as it soothed and lubricated. Then, ooooooooooo......something thin and metallic slid into her bum, not anywhere near as big as the ramrod that bitch Maddie had rammed up her butt. She found herself liking it, at least by comparison. She felt another squrimy tube inserted through the first one, and tightened up. "Relax, miss. It'll be over soon." She felt a warm euphoria flowing through her as a sedative went through the IV they'd put in when she'd arrived. She giggled as the squirmy scope wiggled past her inner sphincter and deeper into her descending colon. After a few minutes, she felt a pull and 'mr. squirmy' slid out, rather nicely, so she thought. I'm actually beginning to like it when somebody's putting something up my behind. They just need to start smaller, that's all. They left the room and let her rest. So tired, she thought...... Esha awakened much later, only to find, as she'd feared would happen sooner or later if she stayed long enough, that her right wrist was handcuffed to the bedrail. "???" Coming fully awake, she'd glanced around, rather panicked, to see Dave the sad-eyed cop sitting in a chair next to the bed. Seeing her wake up, he walked to the door, opened it and called, 'She's awake, doctor.' Coming back by the bed, he locked his sad eyes with hers and said "I'm sorry it has to be like this, Esha." 'Oh,shit, they found out, all right' she thought. "I'm not one to judge, Esha; so I'm not going to think what happened to you at the Birminghamses place was coming to you, even though you've been reputed to do the same to some of your victims. I've heard a few stories about the Birminghams, Madeline especially. No one's ever gone against them. They need to be repaid for what they do, it's the only kind of justice that'll take. Do yourself a favor. Get a good lawyer who'll get you a good plea-bargain. I'll contact a few friends I have in high places. You'll have do a few years,obviously;but when they're done, if I know my friends, you'll have a clean slate and a chance to do the dirty to them." "Why are you doing this?" Esha asked. "Let's just say I don't like those particular people, either, and leave it at that. Take care of yourself." Esha never saw the cop again after that. Despite the fact she hated all cops, she'd become pretty thankful to Dave, especially when her chance finally showed itself.