Kim Conquers the Office Rapist
This is a sequel to Kim Conquers
by Tequila Fan
 
Kim is an executive at a marketing company. At only thirty, she was one
of the youngest. One day she was working when her twenty-two year old
assistant Tara appeared at her office door. She could tell that Tara had
been crying and she could see a faint outline of a black eye covered by
make-up.
 
Tara is a tiny woman. Five-foot one, 100 pounds, with strawberry blonde
hair. Very innocent looking young lady.
 
Tara looked at Kim and began balling, "I am soooooo stupiiiiiiddddddd. I
can't believe I went out with him."
 
Kim looked concerned, "Who?"
 
Tara replied, "Riiccccckkkkkkk."
 
Rick Jones worked in the office as an accounts manager. He was a good
looking guy, but a real asshole. He was 26 years old - six foot and over
two hundred pounds of mostly muscle. He hit on all of the women in the
office. She knew he had even been out with a few of them. Rick worked out
at her gym. She would see him while she worked out with her trainer,
Cindy. Rick was there all of the time. She saw him lift with a bunch of
other muscle-bound freaks. She was sure he was on steroids.
 
Tara gasped, "We were just supposed to go out for drinks. But he made an
excuse about forgetting to feed his snake. We go to his apartment and he
starts groping me. Before I know it, he was undoing my bra and grabbing
my breasts." She was fully sobbing now. "He pinned me. Kim, he is twice
my size! He forced my legs . . . .I said no. But . . ."
 
"Did you call the cops?"
 
"No. Rick said that he had a good lawyer who would be able to make me
look like the office slut. He said Boss would fire me. I can't lose this
job."
 
Kim said, "What can I do?"
 
Tara hesitated, "There is a rumor around the office that you know how to
take care of men.
 
You worked things out with Ron a few months ago, right?"
 
Kim smiled. So that is why all of the men stand ten feet from her.
 
Kim replied, "I don't know what you heard, but I will work it out with
Ron. Trust me."
 
The rage was boiling inside of Kim. She had been there with Ron. She knew
the pain and helplessness. But she had a plan. She took down Ron. She can
take this jerk, too. Besides, it had been a couple of months since she
last beat Ron. He was a total submissive. She looked forward to the
challenge.
 
She knew Rick checked her out at the gym. Cindy even heard him brag to
his buddies that he could have her whenever he wanted. This would be an
easy trap. After lunch, she changed out of her pantsuit and sensible
shoes into a skirt and a pair of very flattering heels. She ambled over
the Rick's office. As usual, Rick was engrossed in internet porn or some
sort of fantasy sports bullshit. She knocked on his door and stood in the
doorframe for a few seconds. Rick looked up from his computer. He looked
her up and down (pig).
"What can I do for you, Sweetie?"
 
Kim replied, "I was thinking about getting a drink tonight. But my stupid
boyfriend doesn't want to go. The girls around the office said you were a
lot of fun to hang out with."
Rick replied smuggly, "The girls know what they are talking about." What
a cock, Kim thought. A smile crept over her face as she thought about
beating him senseless. She might even bring Brutus.
 
Rick spoke up, "What is so funny?"
 
Kim smiled, "Sorry. Nothing. Just a little joke I remembered. How about 8
at Watering Hole?"
 
"Sounds good, hot stuff. Tell your boyfriend not to wait up. It will be a
long, hard night," Rick chuckled.
 
Kim thought, "It will be a long night."
 
Kim walked by Tara's desk and whispered, "Nine at Rick's apartment. Wear
heels."
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I was doing a second load of laundry when Kim arrived home. She looked
concerned. I was a bit fearful. The last time I saw that look she broke
one of my ribs with the heel of her Manolo. "What's up," I stated.
 
Kim said, "Do you remember Rick from last year's office party."
 
"Yeah, he is a real asshole. He was staring at your ass the whole night.
Do you want me to kick his ass?"
 
Kim let out a hearty laugh, "I love it when you try to be the man. I will
take care of it. You stay home and get my favorite bottle of wine ready
for me when I come back. But I would like your advice."
 
She lead me to her shoe closet. I stared as shelves of various high heel
sandals. I knew from painful experience that eventhough these shoes
looked striking as they encased her sexy feet, they were instantly
transformed into deadly weapons. She pulled out a pair of red sandals
with a four inch heel. She held the tip of the heel between her fingers.
"Cindy taught me how to use the tip of the heel to severe the vein at the
base of the penis. She said if you kick a man right, you can kill him.
But I am going to teach this asshole the kind lesson that he will live
with for the rest of his life."
 
As I looked at the closet, a pit formed in my stomach and I meekly
stated, "What about the wedges?"
 
She looked back, smiled and laughed, "Yes! You mean the ones that made
you poop your pants? Awesome. These will fuck him up."
 
She pulled the wedges and put them on her feet. She then did a quick step
kick and held the base of the heel inches from my nose. I almost fainted.
She giggled.
 
She then went to the living room and began her preparation. She spent 30
minutes stretching and practicing her kicks. I watched in amazement. In
less than six months, she went from a meek submissive girl to a woman who
could kill. Her legs were pure muscle. Her breasts heaved as she
practiced punching. Her perfectly manucured feet were visible through the
straps of her heels. As sexy as her toes looked, I knew that they were
capable of breaking bones and causing great pain. After her warm-up, she
took me to the bedroom. After forcing me to orally satisfy her, she
jumped in the shower to get ready for the "date."
 
When she emerged, she was stunning. She was wearing a low cut black top,
a leather miniskirt, and the deadly five inch wedge heels. She said that
she would be back in a few hours.
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Kim meet Rick at the Watering Hole. In typical Rick fashion, he was
wearing blue jeans and a tight black t-shirt that showed off his "guns."
For the first hour, Rick was all over her telling her that she was
gorgeous and that he wanted to have her and that nice piece of ass
trainer of hers (Cindy). They made small talk mostly. She laughed at his
stupid jokes and acted impressed when he told her how much he benched.
 
Between drinks, Kim said, "What about Tara?"
 
Rick snorted, "That little crazy bitch couldn't handle me. I stuck my
dick in her mouth just to make her shut the fuck up."
 
Kim smiled, "I wish I had a real man, sometimes."
 
Rick, ignoring the over-the-top come on, replied, "It's your lucky
night."
 
Kim felt his crotch under the table. She could feel him stiffen under her
touch. She worked his penis for a few moments. It felt like a lead pip.
She leaned over and whispered, "Let's go to your place."
 
As they stood up, Rick looked at bit sheepish as he tried to readjust the
raging hard-on that Kim's hand had just created.
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They agreed to meet at Rick's apartment. It looked like the kind of
meathead bachelor pad that one might see on tv. A huge tv, some gaudy
faux leather furniture, and nudie magazines on the coffee table. They sat
on the couch and began to kiss and fondle. He was very aggressive. He
grabbed Kim's breasts hard and used his other hand to fondle her pussy.
Kim freed Rick's cock from his tight blue jeans. As she thought, not as
big as he liked to brag - but a nice size target, nonethless. She used
her hand and then her mouth. She worked his cock with her tongue. Rick
flung his head back and moaned. Just as she tasted the salty precum, she
jumped up.
 
"This doesn't feel right. I am going to go." She readjusted her blouse,
and checked her heels to make sure the straps were on tight.
 
Rick sat there dumfounded. He had an expression that was somewhere
between stunned, suprised, and pissed. His cock was pointing straight up.
Kim giggled as she stared at his package. The balls really do turn blue!
 
Rick sputtered, "You little whore. You ARE going to finish what you
started! I am not your pussy-ass boyfriend!"
 
Just then the doorbell rang. Kim spun on her heels and opened the door.
It was Tara. She looked stunning in her sun dress and three inch red
sandals. Rick jumped up from the couch and barely managed to get his
raging dick back into his jeans. He began yelling, "What the fuck is
this! Is this a setup? Do you crazy bitches plan this shit out? Do you
think giving me blue balls is some sort of a sick joke."
 
Instantly Kim went from demurr to pissed. "No you asshole. This isn't
about blue balls. This is about destroying them. You raped Tara. You
violated her. You humiliated her. Then you went to the gym and bragged to
your asshole weight-lifter buddies. My trainer, Cindy, wanted me to kill
you. But I am going to do worse. I am going to turn you out. When I am
done, you will feel violated."
 
Tara smiled, but was a bit nervous. Rick was a strong man. She felt his
strength during the attack on her a few nights earlier. Rick was standing
a few feet from the two women. He was shooting bullets with his eyes. He
snarled, "I gave that bitch what she wanted. And I am going to give it to
you, you little prick tease."
 
Rick flew at her. They bothed crashed to the ground. Before Kim knew it,
Rick was on top of her. He pinned both her arms. He head-butted her,
opening a gash on her forehead. His large frame was pressing on her
chest. If she didn't act, he might carry out his threat. She could feel
his hard-on returning. He gyrated against her crotch. She was able to
free her legs. She then flew into action. She wrapped her legs around his
waist. She locked her ankles tight. With all of the strength in her legs,
she kicked down. Because Rick was focused on figuring out how to fuck
Kim, he didn't realize that he was unbalanced. Instantly, she flipped him
backwards. She was now on top. She was sitting on his torso. She freed
her right arm from his stunned grip. She executed a perfect palm strike
on his nose. It shattered instantly. Blood flowed freely. Eventhough Rick
was stunned and wounded, his language did not improve. "You fucking
(gurgle, gurgle) whore. You broke my fucking (spit) . . . cunt."
 
Kim should have gotten angry, but she didn't. She calmly grabbed his
hair, pulled his head towards her, and executed a second palm strike
breaking his teeth. Kim reaqdjusted herself on his chest. She sat in the
middle of his chest with her powerful legs pinning his massive arms. He
looked at her, still pissed, but mostly stunned. Kim leaned in and
whispered, "Do you know why my boyfriend is a pussy-ass? Me. He was just
like you. He dominated me, beat me, and humiliated me. But I took care of
it. Do you know why I am wearing these sexy wedge sandals that you
complemented me on at the bar? Because I kicked him so hard with these
shoes that he shit himself!"
 
Kim looked over at Tara. Tara was sitting on the couch a few feet away.
Stunned. She never expected Kim to beat him so quickly. Watching the
whole scene caused a stirring in Tara's vagina. She was turned on
watching the big asshole rapist get beat by a woman half his size. Kim
said to Tara, "Your turn. I told you to wear heels for a reason."
Tara replied, "I don't know . . . what if he gets up."
 
Kim looked at Rick's bloody face and smiled, "Sweetie, he is not going
anwhere. I have him pinned. Come over here and let him know what he did
to you."
 
Tara crept over and stood behind Kim. Rick's legs were spread apart. Kim
looked back and said, "Let him have it."
 
Tara's right foot tentatively stuck out and she connected with Rick's
testicles with the toe of her shoe. It was a light strike, but enough to
get Rick to yelp. Kim looked back, "Tara, he violated you. You said no,
but he took his penis and rammed it into your vagina. His penis was a
weapon. Take away his weapon. Take aways his power."
 
Immediately, Tara's foot flew with full force into his testicles. He
yelped like a wounded animal. She struck again and again. Sometimes she
would deliver the strike with the toe of her shoe. She also brought her
heel above his cock and slammed it down with full force on his member.
Something strange was happening. Tara was wet. On the fifth kick, she
actually felt herself cum! Kim looked back and said, "Let's take a break.
We don't want to leave him totally useless. The second part is coming."
 
Rick was sobbing and gurgling. Blood was soaking into his ridiculous shag
carpet. "God, no more."
 
Kim hissed, "You said you could have me! Well, you just did."
 
Kim got off of Rick's chest, but he was no longer a threat. Tara was
shaking from anger and her orgasm. Kim held Tara. "It is okay. We are not
done."
 
Kim went over to Rick. He began to crawl away. She kicked him in the side
with the toe of her shoe. He collapsed. Kim turned him over and removed
his pants. His cock was black and blue. It was lying limply to the side.
 
Tara shuttered, "What are you doing?"
 
Kim looked at her, "We just beat him up. But this stuff will heel. But to
sexually humiliate him will leave a scar that will last forever." Kim
began to stroke his cock. He began to groan. But it came to life. Tara
watched stunned as the black and blue appendage rose to its full height.
 
Kim looked at Tara, "The first night I kicked Ron's ass, he had a huge
boner. The more I beat him, the harder he gets. I think men secretly like
that. Tara, grab his legs."
Tara walked over and grabbed both of Rick's ankles. Kim instructed Tara
to bring his ankles over to the each side of his head. Rick who was still
crying and moaning did not put up a fight. Kim stood to the side and
began jerking his cock, which was only inches from his face. She ordered
him to open his mouth. Suprisingly, he opened his mouth. She demanded
that he open wider, and he did. In an instant, Kim's hand was a blurr.
Within a few strokes, cum flew out of his cock and into his mouth and
eyes. Sticky rope after sticky rope flew though the air onto his waiting
face. He gagged and gasped for air. Kim kept going until the discharge
turned a light red. With that, Kim squeezed with all of her might. Rick
emitted a sickening howl, and then passed out. Tara released Rick's
lifeless legs. Kim took the flat part of her sandal and mixed the blood,
tears, and discharge on Rick's face. She looked at Tara, "Ron is going to
smell what we did here tonight."
 
The two women hugged again. They were both smiling from ear-to-ear. They
washed themselves off, and left Rick's apartment. "Tara, I need a drink."
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The next day a staff meeting was called in the office. All of the
employees gathered in the conference room. Rick was no where to be found.
The Boss came in and stated, "Rick Jones was mugged last night. He said
that five men jumped him outside of his apartment and drug him inside and
beat him. He will be in the hospital for six weeks. Rick told me that he
is scared of his neighborhood and he is leaving the state as soon as he
is able."
More than one woman in the office smiled. Tara made eye contact with Kim.
They both smiled. They knew.
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Note: Future stories will include Cindy and how Kim will go onto destroy
other men. Kim will demonstrate that a petite 120 pound woman and a pair
of sexy sandals can bring any man to his knees.
 
 
Note the weapons each lady used to crush Rick