Revenge Comes in a Vat of Goo!          by: Patricia Pendragon

 

Clive felt a little nervous as he followed the youth he had solicited into the derelict factory. Reflecting that this was a damned silly place to have sex, he none the less followed eagerly as the thought of enjoying this youths evident charms, so blatantly displayed in his tight PVC jeans and the even tighter T-shirt. They passed through a door and found themselves in a large open space. To one side stood a row of large steel tanks, a catwalk above them. Opposite was a row of doors, evidently leading into smaller rooms and, at the far end of the space, a double tier of what appeared to have been offices looked over the tank room.

Leading Clive up a flight of stairs, the youth opened a door and waved Clive in.

As soon as he entered Clive knew he was in trouble! Six or seven other youths lounged around the walls leering at him as he stared about him. A violent shove from behind sent him sprawling across the room and he was instantly seized by the waiting youths, who proceeded to tear his clothing off him! He put up a tremendous struggle, but was swiftly overwhelmed by the gang and shortly after he was stark naked, his arms and legs tied securely to an old table so that he was spread-eagled, on his stomach.

"Well Mister," snarled the leader, a well built tough covered in tattoos and dressed in scuffed but well worn and cared for leather jeans, "You thought you’d get to fuck Pete, well, now we get to fuck you! Hope you like to suck cock – because we’ve all got some for you!"

"Please, there’s been a mistake," begged Clive, "I’ll do anything you want, just let me go!"

"Not fucking likely sport!" growled the tough, "we want some fun first! Here Sumo, you have first go, let him suck that big weapon of yours to get him going! Cat, you want first go on his arse? Go for it!"

Clive struggled and resisted the first of the gang as he tried to get Clive to accept his swollen organ. But it was futile, the gang knew exactly how to make him submit and they set to work with a will. It went on for some time but eventually he was dimly aware that they seemed to have finished. His face covered in their cum, his anus raw and equally smeared in cum, he felt them untying his wrists and ankles, and prayed for release. He got it but not as he hoped.

"Take him and dump him in one of the tanks!" ordered the leader, "that’ll keep him from calling the cops for a while and we can get clear!"

Protesting feebly, Clive was manhandled out of the room and along the catwalk. He was still feebly struggling when they lifted him over the rail and dropped him into the first tank! It was three quarters full of a thick glutinous liquid and he sank into this with a soggy splash, disappearing immediately from sight.

"Shit," exclaimed one of his attackers, "its full of shit, the stupid bastard will drown in there!"

"Tough!" barked the leader, "No one will ever find him there either! Come on, get the hell out of here. Hey, Bog, you trawled him! Want any of his kit?"

"Nah! Not my size!" replied the youth who had enticed Clive to the building.

"OK! Well, he won’t want it anymore. Chuck it on the way out. Lousy creep didn’t even have any worthwhile cards on him! And there’s only a couple of hundred in his wallet! Come on, let’s go!"

As he sank Clive struggled for his life. His mouth opened in a scream of fear and he swallowed a huge mouthful of the surprisingly pleasant tasting liquid. Warmth suffused his aching body and suddenly he did not mind what was happening. He stopped struggling and sank gently to the bottom of the tank. His mind seemingly wrapped in a strange peace.

Had his attackers remained a few minutes more they would have witnessed a remarkable sight. The contents of the tank seemed to heavy and then boil briefly and then a strange and only vaguely humanoid figure rose from its depths. The figure gripped the top of the tank and drew itself up and swung over onto the catwalk. For a moment it seemed to listen and look about, although no discernable openings broke the smooth surface of what appeared to be a thick rubber coating. Satisfied it was alone, the figure moved slowly with a somewhat robotic gait to the stairs and descended to the floor. Again it studied its surroundings and then its limbs, making an attempt to wipe the coating from itself. Giving this up it made a search of the rooms adjoining the tank room and found an old overall. This it pulled on and then set about looking for and collecting the items scattered by the departed gang. When it had everything it lumbered out of the building and found Clive’s car.

Anyone watching the carpark or the back stairs to Clive’s flat would have been shocked to see the monstrous figure that got out of his car and then made its way to his flat. No one did. Inside the flat, the strange figure stripped off the overall and made another attempt to remove the coating. When this failed, the figure lumbered into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed.

The sun was streaming in through the blinds when Clive awoke. He felt strange, there seemed to be a confusion of identity in his mind as he lay half asleep and tried to piece together the events of the previous night. He moved and felt something shift on his chest, there seemed to be a weight there that had not been there before. He looked down and almost fainted! Two large mounds heaved gently as he breathed, thick nipples crowning wide areola poked eagerly upward from their height, he moved a hand and saw the shreds of something like natural latex hanging from his arm and fingers and then realised that the whole bed seemed to be covered in a scattering of this material. He sat up and looked between his legs, a cry of shock escaping his lips as he took in the fact that his groin was now smooth, hairless and adorned with a generous vulva. He was no longer male – from what he could see he had been somehow transformed into a very shapely female!

Fearfully, he got off the bed and peered at the reflection in the mirror! There was no mistake, large firm and shapely breasts, filled his chest, a tiny waist gave way to full hips and long, shapely legs, between which nestled a very obvious vulva! Something clicked in his head, and a smile slowly spread across his face as he, very gently shifted mental gears and accepted that she was now a very stunning woman. One with a mission to avenge herself and make the gang pay for their evil behaviour. A name floated to the surface of her mind; ‘Yes,’ she thought, ‘Carmine. I am Carmine!’

‘Yes,’ thought Carmine, ‘this will be most interesting! Now, where do I find some clothes for a girl like me and – I think I need a costume?’

A hasty trawl through Clive’s closet revealed a number of items which she could use temporarily. Among the items she swiftly discovered she could not use were boxer shorts. These fitted so snugly that the seam pulled up into her crack and caused her to feel decidedly warm down there! Baggy dungaree jeans were a better fit – she smiled as she reflected she had bought them originally so she could wear some bondage gear undetected under her clothes in the street – and now the extra room across the seat made them a snug fit for her female shape! Shirts were less of a problem although, even though she had no bra, she found that a loose T-shirt and a heavy cotton shirt over the top made a reasonable fit. To her surprise, her feet had shrunk and Clive’s shoes and boots were rather loose. She settled for a pair of Doc Martins with a high leg which, with three pairs of socks and tight laced to her calves, just about worked.

The next problem was cash. Fortunately the gang of the night before had found only one card, a simple cash point one she had used only to have access to ‘spending’ money set aside for the purpose. Her other cards had all been left at home in a small personal safe. Even so the bankcards would be no good since they were all obviously labeled ‘Clive. E. Bannock’ and she patently was not a man! She solved this by drawing cash from several cash machines and shopping in cash at several stores. When she returned home, she was now equipped with a range of feminine underclothes and some suitable outerwear as well. Now she used the internet to set up new bank accounts and to do a bit more shopping. By the evening, Carmine was well on the way to having everything she needed to wreak her revenge.

It was almost a month before she was finally ready to deal with the toughs. The last of the equipment she wanted arrived in the post and she studied it with some pleasure. By now all the residents had become used to the pleasant young woman who had replaced the former occupier and she marveled at the way some people simply accepted that ‘Clive’ had gone to live in Canada, and she was renting the flat from him until he either decided to return or to sell. The story became so easy to repeat that it was soon unnecessary. She thanked her stars that, as she had been a self employed photographic artist as Clive, she simply took over the work he had been commissioned for and delivered as good if not better. His/her client’s made no objection when they saw the quality of the work and accepted the change.

In her preparations for revenge she had checked out the old factory and now had detailed plans of the building as well as a large quantity of the liquid from the tank. She intended to put it to good use. Another part of her preparations had been the acquisition of a latex catsuit, thigh high boots with spectacular heels and a severe rubber bustier. These she practiced working and walking in very quietly as they formed an integral part of her plans for the gang.

Eventually all was ready. She had been for sometime keeping the old factory under surveillance. She had also taken some trouble to identify the gang members individually and worked at ways to get at them in a way which would give her the edge she needed. This had taken a lot of time and effort, but finally it paid off. She found herself able to entice the youngest gang member to accompany her as an assistant to carry her camera equipment for ‘an industrial photo shoot!" He fell for it!

He fell for something else as well! Asking him to set up a camera tripod and some lights for her on the upper platform, she slipped aside and reappeared in her rubber outfit, masked and holding a weapon! His stricken face as she made it plain that she wanted him to strip and even teased him with her obvious charms, was a study of fear and desire intermingled! As soon as he was naked, she coshed him and dropped him over the rail. The tank swallowed him in its glutinous depths, but, prepared by her own experience, she waited, and was rewarded by the sight of the emerging figure. She handed it a white chemical suit and indicated it was to put it on. Then she padlocked the zip and secured its wrists with handcuffs before leading it to another part of the factory where she had prepared a concealed room. Here she left the feebly struggling figure in its imprisoning coating!

That night his friends searched for him, but failed to find him. Their efforts later were recorded on a special video planted in the factory.

"Good morning," purred Carmine as she surveyed the bewildered young female huddled in a corner of her prison. "Shall we remove the nasty suit and see what you look like?"

The youth, shreds of the coating still clinging to her face and hair, turned a tear-streaked face to Carmine, "Who are you? Why have you done this to me?"

"Remember the guy you raped and dumped in the tank?"

"Who…? You mean…" gasped the now naked female, "but, you’re dead!"

"Wrong! Like you, I got converted. But, now it’s my turn to have some fun!" She attached a collar to the weeping girl and padlocked it. Then she opened a bag and got out a heavy corset of thick leather and forced the other into it, cinching it as tight as possible. Next she made the girl accept having her feet encased in ankle boots with five inch heels and padlocked these to her ankles. Finally she drew out a heavy leather hood and slipped this over the protesting girls head, padlocking the collar and zip as she finished. "Now we’re almost ready to bait your friends into the trap!"

Just how this was to be done she imparted to the sobbing and protesting girl as she forced her up to the tank room offices. There she gagged the girl and strapped her to the same table she had been raped on as Clive, her legs agape and her vagina open for use. "Have fun, my dear!" she smiled gently, "I’m sure your friends will! And I will deal with them as the opportunity offers!"

From her concealed vantage point she was able to watch as the gang assembled. Through her camera’s and microphones she could also hear the gang’s comments and the futile attempts of the converted gang member to convince them of their danger. Once the ‘fun’ started, she sprung the trap! Gas flooded into the room and soon the entire gang was unconscious on the floor. Entering with a gas mask, she quickly stripped them all and then arranged them so that they were all paired off and in 69 positions, each with another genitals in his mouth. Using ropes and straps she quickly secured them like this so that they could not escape or eject the penis they were now faced with sucking. Now she revived the girl and made her get up.

"You have a choice, my dear," she told her, "stay here and tell the cops what they have been up to, or come with me and try to be useful in future! Your choice! Oh, in case you think you can blame me – who would believe you? After all, I might not take kindly to leaving a witness anyway!"

The girl, shaking with fear and still horrified by what her ‘mates’ had been planning and doing to her, nodded her head, through the gag, she mumbled, " ‘ um ith gnu!"

"Very well my dear," smiled Carmine, "Shall we go?"

In her hiding place, Carmine collected the tapes and the bag of tools she would need. Pausing only to allow the now submissive girl to put on a leather miniskirt and remove the gag, she put her to work moving the recumbent gang down to the floor of the tank room. When they were all in place and surrounded by a temporary containment barrier, Carmine opened the tank valve and drained the contents over the now struggling gang. Once it was quite empty, she released on e side of the temporary barrier and lead the still submissive girl away from the still and thickly coated forms of the gang.

In her car, retrieved from its hiding place, she removed the hood from the girl and gave her a long cool stare. "Well?" she asked, "Did you like being raped by your mates?"

"No!" I didn’t, sobbed the girl, "I’m sorry about setting you up. What are you going to do to me now?"

"That depends on you!" Carmine studied the sobbing girl, "What would you like me to do?"

"Anything, nothing, I don’t know!" wailed the girl. "I don’t want to stay like this! Help me! Please?"

"I don’t think there’s anything I can do to change it! I’m stuck like this to, you know!" Carmine considered a moment, "Have you a name?"

"Yes, its…" a look of surprise crossed the girls face, "well, its Michelle!" she breathed in a sigh almost of relief.

"Well Michelle, I could just dump you along the road like you and your mates did to me. But I won’t. I’ll take you to a safe place I have up in the hills and we’ll see what happens from there. Any shit though and you’ll regret it! Got me?"

Carmine started the car and drove without headlights until they were clear of the buildings, then, once in the quiet streets and away from the factory she switched on the lights and directed the car out of town. She felt certain that there was a new life and a lot of fun around the corner. Tomorrow, she would tip off the cops about a gang of sex freaks trapped in the old factory. Let them make of it what they liked, the buxom young woman next to her promised to be very interesting to get to know better!

 

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