The Escorts Revenge 
By ImP
An escort model deals with an intruder in her own way.


Natalie was woken by the noise downstairs. She looked at her clock, 
three in the afternoon. It was early to be awake; as an ‘escort’ and a 
‘photographic model’ her day usually started about six in the evening. 
She listened carefully. Yes there was definitely someone moving around 
downstairs. Slowly she climbed out of bed and pulled on a dressing gown 
to cover her nudity. Natalie was anxious but not frightened. At five 
foot eight inches tall she was above average in height; she kept herself 
fit, and was an expert in self-defence, a necessity of the job. 
Silently, on bare feet, she stole out of her bedroom and down the 
stairs. 

Ronnie was unaware of the movement upstairs. In fact, he was unaware 
that anyone was in the house. But even if he had known he wouldn’t have 
worried about a woman, and a black woman at that. He thought that he was 
well able to take care of himself, and he hated blacks. But like many 
bullies he was also something of a coward; one of the reasons that he’d 
broken into this house was because he knew that it was a single woman 
living there. ‘He’d have no trouble’ he thought ‘be in and out in five 
minutes’ he’d boasted to his friends. Well now he was in, but it would 
be a lot more than five minutes before he was out again. 

Despite her anger Natalie moved quietly down the stairs; when she was 
just over halfway down she saw Ronnie moving about in the sitting room. 
Her ire was rally raised now – she knew this Ronnie, by sight if not 
directly, and knew him to be a yobo and a racist. And here he was in her 
house, dirtying her carpet with his boots, and handling her belongings. 
He would pay for this, she was sure of that. She flew down the rest of 
the stairs and into the sitting room where she accosted Ronnie who was 
riffling through the desk drawers. He looked up startled as the Fury 
approached him, her dressing gown flowing out behind her like a 
centurions gown. 

When he realized what was going on Ronnie decided to make a dash for it 
but as he went towards the door, preparing to punch Natalie out of the 
way, she moved to one side, swivelled on her right foot and delivered 
the heel of her left foot into his jaw. It was a perfect kick-boxer’s 
manoeuvre and Ronnie was not merely brought up sharp by it but was 
momentarily stunned. Natalie didn’t wait for him to recover, speed was 
one of her greatest assets in a fight, and she followed up with another 
pirouette and a kick to Ronnie’s stomach. He doubled up, winded, gasping 
for breath. Natalie moved in to finish him off; a knee to his chin 
snapped his head back and Natalie saw the glazed look in his eyes that 
indicated the KO. She bent down grabbed Ronnie’s jeans at the ankles and 
pulled hard, his feet flew up and he landed painfully on his backside 
then collapsed to the floor with a groan. 

Natalie could see that he was disabled, but she knew that it was only 
temporary and he would soon be fully conscious again. She unbuckled his 
jeans, pulled them down and removed the belt using it to tie Ronnie’s 
hands behind his back. She rolled him onto his back again and removed 
the laces from his boots. Ronnie came back to consciousness to find 
Natalie tying the lace around his balls. 

“If you struggle or try to fight me I’ll just pull on this.” She told 
him and gave a sharp tug to demonstrate. The pain was sufficient for 
Ronnie to give up all thoughts of fighting. 

“No. Please. I’ll do anything you say. Just please leave my balls 
alone.” He pleaded but Natalie just sniggered and stripped all the 
clothes from the lower half of his body; shoes, socks, pants and jeans, 
rolled him over and re-tied his hands using the lace from his other 
boot. His trouser belt was now to provide Natalie with a useful scourge. 

“Get up those stairs.” She said, applying the belt to Ronnie’s backside. 
“On your knees, man.” Natalie took hold of the bootlace attached to 
Ronnie’s balls and holding it between his legs gave a quick tug. 
Snivelling in humiliation and fear Ronnie made his way cautiously out of 
the sitting room and up the stairs. It was slow and painful progress as 
he edged forward on his knees, but if he stopped for a moment Natalie 
delivered a sharp tug to his balls followed by a belt across his arse 
that had him sobbing in agony. 

After ten long and painful minutes he reached the top of the stairs. His 
knees were aching, but compared to the pain in his balls and across his 
backside that was nothing. Natalie directed him to the spare bedroom 
with a series of tugs and blows that left Ronnie barely sensible. He 
collapsed on the floor when they reached the bedroom and Natalie left 
him there while she went to fetch something from her own room. She 
returned carrying a rubber paddle, and a strap-on dildo. Her clients 
sometimes requested these for she served both men and women. 

Natalie was not a naturally aggressive woman but when her anger was 
roused then she became vicious and ruthless. She remembered back to an 
occasion a few years previous when she had had to deal with a rival who 
had tried to steal some of her clients. Natalie had gone round to the 
girl’s flat and given the blonde tart the thrashing of a lifetime. The 
fight had been short and one-sided; a series of kicks to the stomach had 
brought the girl to her knees and a few punches had left her senseless 
on the floor. Natalie then stripped her naked and left her bound hand 
and foot while she rummaged through the flat until she found what she 
wanted, a strap-on dildo. She then proceeded to fuck the blonde in her 
cunt and arse until the girl was blubbering and hollering in pain. 
Natalie ensured that the girl would not be on her patch again by leaving 
her with a couple of big black eyes, and she finished by chopping the 
girls long, blonde hair off down to the roots. Natalie had no problems 
with any rivals after that. 

But here was a man, and now Natalie was going to exact her revenge on 
all the men would had used her over the past few years. Men who had paid 
for her services but to whom she was merely an object for masturbation. 
Well today she was going to turn the tables, and Ronnie was the unlucky 
guy. 

She dragged Ronnie over to the bed. 

“Kneel there” she ordered. Then she reached down and took Ronnie’s 
flaccid cock in her hand and gave it a couple of pulls; it started to 
harden. 

“Now you get your punishment. We’ll start with severe bottom spanking 
for a naughty boy.” And before Ronnie knew what was happening Natalie 
started whacking his arse with the rubber paddle. Ronnie squirmed and 
squealed but with Natalie grasping his cock it only served to make him 
harder even without him realizing it. Natalie used the paddle like an 
expert and the harder she hit Ronnie the more pleasure she got. At first 
he had been wailing but as the blows kept on coming his voice was 
reduced to a feeble groan. Tears streamed from his eyes as he tried to 
plead with Natalie but she was deaf to his entreaties. 

“You broke into my house. You tried to steal from me. And you call 
blacks niggers. You can’t expect any mercy from me. I’m going to keep 
beating you until I’m satisfied, and then I’m going to humiliate you. 
Understand?” Ronnie didn’t understand, all that he could understand was 
the pain in his backside and the pain in his balls. 

Natalie threw down the paddle and stepped back to look at Ronnie. He 
knelt on the bed his face pressed to the duvet was red and tear stained, 
his arse, raised high, was even redder. He looked pathetic. Natalie felt 
only disgust at his presence. 

“Stand up. Stand up like a man and take your punishment.” Ronnie 
gingerly got to his feet and stood in front of Natalie, his head bowed 
in shame. The bootlace around his balls made him look and feel like a 
tethered animal. 

Natalie removed her dressing gown but Ronnie could not appreciate her 
feminine beauty. From the soft swell of her large breasts down to her 
long slender legs she was a model of perfection; her clients paid 
heavily for her looks and her skills. Although not the skills that she 
was about to demonstrate to Ronnie. Taking up a fighters stance she 
danced back and forth around the bewildered young man landing short, 
sharp rapping blows to his head and body. 

“Come on, man, fight back.” But Ronnie had his hands bound behind his 
back and could not fight back. All that he could do was to stagger 
around trying vainly to evade the tirade. Exhausted and stunned he 
eventually collapsed to the floor. 

“Get up” Natalie ordered, but Ronnie was too exhausted and in too much 
pain to even stand. Natalie continued by kicking the young man on his 
chest, midriff, back and thighs until he was bruised all over. He lay 
groaning in agony as Natalie stood over him recovering her breath. 

“That was the beating. Now for your humiliation.” She lifted him off the 
ground and back onto the bed so that he was kneeling as before with his 
head down and his backside high in the air. Natalie fitted the strap-on 
dildo and stood in front of Ronnie. 

“You know where this is going to go don’t you. Ronnie guessed and was 
horrified but could do nothing about it. He was too shattered even to 
cry out. Natalie walked round behind him again and felt the bed give as 
she climbed on. The first sharp pain as the dildo entered him caused 
Ronnie to cry out but as Natalie rhythmically fucked him in the arse the 
agony changed to a strange sort of pleasure. His cries of agony became 
grunts as Natalie’s thighs slapped against his. She recognized the signs 
– some of her clients demanded this sort of treatment from her and she 
could tell by their groans as pain became pleasure – and she heard it 
now from Ronnie even though he didn’t know it himself. 

She reinforced that pleasure by reaching around him and taking his cock 
and balls between her silky, experienced hands – her expert massage soon 
had Ronnie erect and bursting, but the cord around his balls prevented 
his coming. 

“See you’re enjoying this aren’t you? It’s what you’ve always wanted 
isn’t it. To be raped by a black girl. Because that’s what’s happening 
to you. You’re being raped by a BLACK, and you’re enjoying it.” She 
burst out laughing at this all the time continuing her rhythmic assault 
on Ronnie’s arsehole, and the stroking of his cock. 

Ronnie was not enjoying it. It was the most shameful experience of his 
life; he had been beaten up, stripped, and was now being raped by a 
girl. And a girl whom he considered to be sub-human! His body ached all 
over, and tears flooded his eyes. Yet he could not deny the sensations 
in his groin; he was erect and hard, he wanted to come but couldn’t. 
This demoness had complete control of his body he couldn’t even orgasm 
of his own volition. 

“Ha Ha. You want to come don’t you? But I’m not going to let you. Not 
yet anyway. I want you to look me in the eye when I make you come.” She 
pulled out but only to allow her to roll Ronnie onto his back, then she 
lifted his legs onto her shoulders and recommenced her anal assault. 

“Now I’m fucking you like a man fucks a woman. First I took you like a 
dog, now like a whore. Would you like to be my whore.” Natalie leant 
forward and raked her long nails along Ronnie’s chest leaving eight long 
red lines from his nipples to his stomach. 

“Time for you to come now.” To Ronnie’s relief she undid the lace around 
his balls and in a burst of energy arse fucked him to orgasm. His balls 
were so full that Ronnie was pumping for nigh on two minutes before he 
was finished. 

Natalie climbed off the bed and looked down at him. Battered and bruised 
and covered in his own semen he was a pathetic imitation of a man. 

“Get out. Get out before I really harm you.” Natalie grabbed Ronnie by 
the hair and kicked him down the stairs. He stumbled down and barely had 
enough energy to make it to the front door before collapsing. Natalie 
tossed him his clothes. 

“Put these on before you leave. We wouldn’t want you to catch a cold now 
would we?” 

The End