Memoirs of a female Rapist 
By Uplifted
Chapters 1 and 2



Hide O man. Keep out of the streets at night. Go home, crawl into bed 
and snuggle under the covers. Curl up into a frightened ball, and pray 
to whatever God you pray to, that you escape her notice. 

Chapter one. Genesis of the Guardian 

She stalks her prey by night, spreading fear among the terrified males 
of her species. She is the female rapist, a predator, and her helpless 
prey is man.She searches mainly for the evil ones. The rapist, the 
female batterer.Those who would dare to spread fear among her sisters. 
Sometimes however in her long  search for the depraved ones, her sexual 
appetite must be appeased. It is then that she must take a poor hapless 
male, one of the innocent, those who do no harm. When this becomes a 
necessity as it invariably would, she is quick to calm his fears. To 
erase his terror. "Don't be afraid little one" she might say. "Yes it is 
me the guardian, but you have nothing to fear. I know that you are good 
and kind to your womenfolk. I simply have need of you for my own sexual 
pleasure. I hope that you will enjoy our little adventure. In any case 
you must know that any struggle will be futile. Nevertheless please  do 
struggle if it enhances your pleasure. I can assure you that it 
certainly will mine. 

It didn't go quite so easily for the rapists and batterers. Depending on 
their treatment of women, so to would be their treatment, and in spades. 
Their agony and dread was entirely justified. But I am getting ahead of 
my story. 

It wasn't always this way for Laila Banks. Not eight years ago she was a 
totally average women, or so she considered herself. Oh of course she 
remembered her childhood, when she was the best athlete in the 
neighborhood. She could run, throw and jump better then any kid on the 
block. Not only that. Her strength was celebrated among the girls, and a 
source of consternation among the boys. Their wasn't a boy who dared to 
challenge her twice, after being totally humiliated and turned into 
mince meat. She was indeed proud of her tomboy self, all the years of 
her youth. However with the advent of puberty, a complete change came 
over our heroin. Her legs became long and shapely. Her hips filled out 
in contrast to her narrow waist, and her breasts became firm uplifted 
and proud. Add all this to an exquisite face, with lovely red lips, high 
cheek bones, and eyes deep enough for a man to fall into. 

Now she noticed men as objects of sensuality, and not creatures to be 
vanquished. In her teen age years, Laila became extremely popular with 
the opposite sex. At that time she bought into the standard societal 
norm, namely that women were the weaker sex. Oh yes somewhere deeply 
hidden in her psyche, was the undeniable fact of her unusual strength. 
Judging from her lovely body, it had to be genetic. She accepted this 
societal norm as gospel. Sometimes when in playful fun with a date, she 
would overwhelm the poor man physically.  Then she would laugh and say, 
"pretty strong for a girl huh?" And that's exactly what she meant. (For 
a girl) was the operative phrase. It never occurred to her, that she was 
just plain strong, whether for a man or a  women. 

After graduating college at the age of 21, she went to work for Allen 
Laning at his import export agency, Laning unlimited. She started out as 
one of the many secretaries in the office, but very soon distinguished 
herself as a highly intelligent and efficient worker. Allen wasn't the 
boss for nothing. He recognized ability when he saw it, and within one 
year she became his own personal secretary. More and more he depended on 
her, not only for his own personal correspondence and work,  but gave 
her additional  responsibility for the running of the business. In 
addition to her duties as his personal secretary, she became the office 
manager, and soon it was said, that it was she who ran the firm, and not 
her absent tee boss, who was busy with his own personal life, and up to 
his neck in women. It was a joke at the office that his little black 
book could rival the yellow pages.  

Allen was an exceedingly attractive man. Six feet two with blue eyes and 
a shock of auburn hair. He kept himself in excellent shape with daily 
workouts at the gym. He was vain and took great pride in his physical 
prowess, bragging that he had recently bench pressed 250lbs and cleaned 
225lbs. 

The women oohed and aahed at his stories, not the least of them Laila. 
Secretly she was in love with this hunk of a man. He however took no 
notice of her except as an employee. Besides he had women coming out of 
his ears. It didn't bother her as long as she was near him. . He was 
fairly generous and paid her well, although she knew that a man in her 
position would probably earn $10,0000 to $15,000 more a year. Allen 
often asked her to work late into the night, which was fine with her. 
Anything to be with him. 

Chapter two. The unveiling.  The destruction and humiliation of a rapist 

One day in late september he asked her to work late again. This time 
however she was reluctant. It was the time of the night creeper, a 
rapist and sadist, who had been brutalizing women for a number of years. 
Although the police had a good working description of the man, garnered 
from his many victims, he seemed to be able to elude them easily. The 
description had him as 5ft 10", 180lbs, swarthy complexion and curly 
hair. His victims insisted that he always said, "just you and me babe." 
just before his attack. 

Allen had to promise to escort her to her car after work, in order to 
get her to stay. At eight oclock he received a call of great importance, 
or so he said. He had to meet an important client for dinner, who needed 
to catch an eleven oclock plane. Laila was terrified and begged him not 
to leave her alone. "Nonsense" he said, "why no victim was found, or 
even mentioned that they were attacked in the downtown area." So poor 
frightened Laila reluctantly agreed to finish and to close up. It was 
11.30 PM before she left the office. 

Walking to her car on the deserted downtown streets, she imagined that 
every shadow hid the monster. Her eyes darted in every direction 
attempting to take in the entire scene. She caught her breath, as a 
giant shadow crossed her path. As she proceeded up the street, the 
shadow shortened and narrowed, and the man came into view. Just to be on 
the safe side, she crossed the street. Her breath caught in her throat 
as he too crossed over. They were to far apart to notice any features, 
but his thatch of curly hair brought her up short.  She tried to calm 
herself. "Many men had curly hair" she assured her frightened self? She 
crossed the street again. So did he. Now she was starting to feel  
panic. At the same time, she saw that he was well built, and probably 
weighed about 180 lbs. She was almost in tears. "What could a women do 
against such a man, if it indeed were he? Oh please don't let it be 
him," she pleaded  to no one in particular. 

As they came into closer proximity, her knees threatened to turn into 
water,  as she noticed that his skin had a swarthy hue. She tried 
franticly to avoid him, but he was right in her face. He smiled, a  
depraved  idiot smelling her fear like a wild animal.  Reaching for her 
unprotected neck, and squeezing he uttered the fearful words. "Just you 
and me babe." Laila wanted to faint, to be unaware of what he would do 
to her. "Oh please" she thought, "just let him rape and not hurt me. She 
was of course thinking of the media stories of his brutality. Her hands 
went to his wrists, trying in vain to pry them apart, it was merely a 
reflex action.  His fingers tightened around her lovely throat, causing 
her to breathe in short gasps of air. She wanted desperately to cry, to 
beg for mercy, but his grip made speech impossible. 

She struggled  as only those who fight for their life can. And then 
suprisingly she found that she was able to inhale a large breath of air. 
Was he showing pity.? She looked into his eyes for any sign of human 
compassion. What she saw instead was puzzelment. Looking down she 
noticed that his hands  were no longer at her throat, but were being 
held not six inches from her windpipe, seemingly ripped from her neck by 
her own fingers. "No, no she thought, he must have slipped, perspiration 
no doubt. During this short reprieve she squeezed yet harder on his 
wrists, trying desperately to keep him from gripping her abused neck 
again. A sudden gasp, a frantic inhalation of breath, and a  sharp 
squeal of pain rent the air.  Looking into his hateful face, she saw 
tears of agony sprouting from his formerly frightening eyes. 

For the first time, hope. Was she actually hurting this monster, this 
rapist and molester of women? She could hardly believe it. Now she 
squeezed harder, a sharp yanking motion, the satisfying sound of bone 
snapping. She exulted at the cry of torment. And now she smiled. She was 
beginning to enjoy this. The same couldn't be said for our little 
rapist. Forcing his left arm behind his back, as if bending a soft 
pretzel, she laughed in his face. Powering his other hand behind him, 
she was amazed at just how easy it was for her. Now she remembered her 
youth, and the poor helpless boys who had dared to mess with her. 

She breathed in exaltation, forcing both of his wrists into her one 
handed potent grip. Now she had one free hand to hold his chin still, 
forcing him to look into her compelling eyes. Smiling she waved her fist 
into his frightened face and said, "look Ma one hand." Then she laughed 
and cried out, "just you and me babe," throwing his own phrase into his 
horrified face. He cringed . For the first time since he realized his 
predicament he spoke. "Please lady don't hurt me any more, you've  
broken a bone in my wrist." "Don't hurt you heh" she mocked viciously . 
"You mean like the women that you didn't hurt?" and she pressed 
vengefully on the poor abused wrists that she held so tightly behind his 
back. He screamed in anguish as she heard another satisfying crack. 

Now the tables had been completely turned. He was the one afraid, while 
she was women triumphant. She felt a sudden rush of blood to her lovely 
cheeks. Holding him helpless, she felt rush upon rush of sensual 
pleasure. Sneering at this worm that she held so easily at bay she said, 
"now what shall I do with you." "Please let me go lady, I'll never 
bother a women again as long as I live. Forgive me" he pleaded 
miserably." Bunching her fingers into a fist, she slammed him three 
times under the heart. Screaming in anguish and terror he started to 
bawl like a child. Looking around she saw only empty street. Just the 
same she didn't want any interruptions."Shut your mouth" she cried ,and 
smashed her fist into his jaw with pile driving force. He collapsed like 
a broken puppet, arms akimbo. Looking around for a more private place to 
wreck her vengeance on the unconscious man, she noticed an alleyway. 
Quickly she scooped up his unconscious form, and threw him over her 
shoulder. As she headed for the privacy of the alley, she couldn't help 
but notice the ease, with which she carried this supposed heavy man. In 
the alley she saw some wooden crates, and setting her burden down,  sat 
down waiting for him to awaken.  

Finally his eyes opened to find her sitting on a crate, her elbow 
resting on her knee, and her chin in the palm of her hand, looking for 
all the world like Rhodan's Thinker. Groaning in pain, he moaned "Oh God 
she's real, I hoped that I was dreaming. "If I'm a dream" she laughed, 
"then its your worst nightmare creepo," mocking his media given name of 
creeper. Clutching him  around his throat she said, " now what shall I 
do with you." He held his breath in abject terror, waiting for the axe 
to fall. "Stick your tongue out, she instructed him. " He was puzzled 
and failed to react. The back of her hand exploded in his face, sending 
him sprawling on his side. 

He looked up at her towering above him, like an avenging goddess. "When 
I give you an order you obey immediately, understanding is not a 
prerequisite. Is that clear creepo"?, and she placed her bunched up fist 
in the terrified man's face. "Yes I understand" he screamed aloud, 
anticipating her next blow. "So?" she said, and his tongue flew out of 
his mouth. "Hm" she mused, is that the best that you can do? Surely you 
can stick it out a little further" she said as she mashed his damaged 
neck. 

He tried, he really tried sticking his tongue out of his mouth as far as 
it would go, causing his poor face to grimace in pain. "Touch you nose 
with your tongue dog shit." He tried mightily, pathetically, to touch 
his nose with his tongue, an exercise doomed to failure. "You can't do 
anything right, can you asshole," she yelled at the thoroughly 
intimidated man. "I'm trying, please don't be angry at me." He was a 
frightened child. 

One could almost feel sorry for this creature, as she steeled herself. 
He was after all a rapist and a sadist, who had brutalized many women, 
almost killing his last victim. "Make like a snake" she ordered. His 
tongue flew in and out of his mouth, in an imitation of a serpent. "Show 
me some flexibility." The helpless pawn moved his tongue around and 
around, up and down, in a effort to please her. "Well now, let's see if 
we can put that educated tongue of yours to work." Removing her skirt, 
she folded it neatly, placing it on the vacated crate. Beckoning  him 
with her finger, he crawled over to her on his knees. "Remove my 
panties" she ordered. Raising his hands to do her bidding, he was 
rewarded with a stunning clout to the jaw, sending him sprawling on the 
pavement. Flashing lights swarmed before his eyes. Terrified of a second 
blow, he quickly crawled back to her slithering on his stomach, afraid 
to even take the time to rise to his knees. "Did I tell you to put your 
disgusting hands on me" she said? "Your an animal, and except for 
primates, who are way above you in the food chain, they have no hands." 

He brought his mouth to the top of her panties weeping openly, and 
bitting down on her waistband, dragged the underpants down her 
magnificent legs. Stepping out of them, she grabbed a handful of hair in 
a grip of iron, causing him to cringe in pain. "See if you can do 
something right for a change," and she stuffed his face up her ass. He 
screamed "oh no please not that, I couldn't stand that. Oh God, please 
don't make me do it". Lifting and spinning him around, she seized his 
neck, and started to throttle him. "It's either your tongue up my ass, 
or a broken neck. You have ten to make a decision. One, two three" she 
counted. "Oh God, please, I couldn't stand that, not that. "The word God 
coming from your disgusting lips, makes me sick. Use his name again and 
I'll crack your spine like so many chicken bones. She continued, "four, 
five, six." He pleaded , "mercy, have mercy on me, the tears running 
free. " "Seven, eight, nine," He screemed in terror, "Don't kill me, Oh 
God don't kill me," forgetting her warning about his usage of the deity. 
" I'll do it,  I"ll do it," he sobbed uncontrollably, mucous flowing 
from his nose. 

She ripped his shirt from off of his chest. "Here wipe your nauseating 
self off." He did as she bid and waited her order. Pointing behind her 
she said, "tongue up the ass, and make damn sure that I enjoy every 
minute of it." He stuck his nose in her behind and forced his poor 
tongue up her rectum. His appendage flew in and out of her bunghole with 
abandon, to frightened to stop or even to rest. She shook with passion, 
feeling the thrill of his tongue, and savoring his unbridled fear. His 
dread was such that under no circumstances would he stop until 
instructed. Either that or he blacked out. Finally his ministrations 
slowed in it's destined course, and he collapsed in a heap before her, 
blue from oxygen deprivation. 

He awoke in misery, her feet straddling his head. To frightened to move 
or even to speak, he just lay there with eyes closed praying for 
release. He thought "oh God will this night ever end." Suddenly his face 
was inundated with a warm yellow liquid, as he felt to his horror her 
urinating stream. Desperately he wanted to move, to escape this 
degradation, but one look from her and he just lay there, talking all 
that she had to give. "Don't you see how kind I am being to you? Your 
face was filthy from being up my ass, and I thought that you could use a 
bit of liquid to clean yourself off with. I certainly hope that you 
appreciate this boon that I've bestowed upon you," she said handing him 
his shirt again. She suddenly bellowed, "well do you?"  "Ye ye yes maam" 
he said, "thank you very much." 

She knew that the last thing that he wanted to do, was to stick his 
tongue up her rear again. That he hated it with all of his being. That 
it nauseated him and made him gag uncontrollably, which is exactly why 
he would do it again. Pointing to her rear she waited as he crawled 
around her on his belly, crying bitter tears. Raising up and gulping in 
a deep breath of air, he plunged his tongue into her ass again. As she 
exaulted  in her supremacy over this supposed terror of a man, she had a 
vision of herself as she very soon would be. She knew that she had a 
mission in life now. She would as much as was possible, rid this city of 
its perverts. If only she could have an influence on the rest of the 
country, or for that matter the world. That eventuality would have to 
await fruition in the distant future. 

She pulled the thoroughly chastened creature out from her behind and 
said, "battering a piece of shit around can get to be very tiresome. 
Your in luck my dear little asshole".  He brightened up a bit, clutching 
at any possibility of release. " So let me tell you what's going to 
happen to you now. Your going to ask me very politely to knock you out, 
and to turn you over to the police. After which you will confess 
everything. Is that clear, or will we have to meet again in the near 
future?" Humbly he said, "whatever you say maam." This is a rapist, or 
better this was a rapist. It was now a thing, reduced to sniverling 
cringing terror. Her dominance over him was complete. There was no fight 
left in him, no spirit, only quite and humble acceptance.   

"So" she said, "ask me politly to knock you out, breaking your jaw." He 
breathed heavily. "Please have mercy, don't hurt me again. I'm so sorry 
for everything that I have done." His hand's came together in simulated 
prayer,  to emphasize his plea. "But I am having mercy on you, don't you 
understand that I am going to let you live? Have you no gratitude for 
anything that I do.?"  In a state of panic and anxious to placate her he 
said, "yes maam thank you for everything. I don't know what I was 
thinking of." 

"Don't try my patience" she said. "Lets hear it." Closing his eyes and 
trying to catch his breath, as it came in short gasps, he said 
pleadingly " maam won't you please knock me out?" Her foot taped the 
pavement impatiently. "You know" she said, looking at the frightened man 
balefully, "I promise to be merciful, and all I get from you is flack." 
He shook uncontrollably , and falling on his face in front of her said 
beseechingly, "Please,  I'm trying so hard. Don't hurt me. What am I 
doing wrong?" "Think back about what you were supposed to ask me to do, 
and then you tell me" was her answer. Like a little boy he said, I was 
supposed to ask you to break my jaw. I'm so sorry, It won't happen 
again." 

"So now lets here it, and lets be a little more accurate," she stated. 
Shutting his tearful eyes as tightly as possible, he whispered hoarsely, 
almost tearing the words from his throat, "Please knock me out breaking 
my jaw" A hammer like blow exploded on his chin with crushing force, 
shattering his face unrecognizably. He flew across the alleyway, 
crashing into the wall and folded up in an unconscious heap. At last his 
ordeal was at an end.