Memoirs of a female rapist chapter 6 
by uplifted
She loses control, and an innocent man is terrorized. 

Alan was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the daily paper spread out
before him. The first three pages were devoted to the gaurdian, as were
most of the  publications at that time. One would have to have lived on
Mars in order to escape mention of her. In addition, television and radio
were full of the story. One could not even escape it in the streets or at
work. He had been following this story for a number of months now. 

Laila came in with a cup of coffee in her hand, and glanced over his
shoulder. "Aha, another story about the gaurdian I see. What do you think
about her my sweet," she asked.

He looked up at her warily and answered honestly, "I have been madly in
love with her for many months now."  

She didn't say another word, but sat down and lifted him on to her lap.
"And do you approve?" 

He took a deep breath before answering. "What your doing is marvelous, a
public service if I ever heard of one. But darling, it's frightening also." 

"Don't you think that I can take care of myself," she asked.

Shaking his head he continued. "Thats not what I'm afraid of, although it
did enter my mind. You know people have guns and knives. Unless I'm
sadly mistaken, your not invulnerable. No Laila, I assume that you are
careful. May I ask what it is that you do with the men that you kidnap right
off of the street?" 

She thought for a time before answering. This was a delicate situation and
had to be handled with care. It would have disturbed her no small amount
if she hurt him. 

"Hon" she said. "You know how much I adore you. You mean everything
to me."

"Just a second Laila" he said, understanding the direction that the
conversation was taking. "Do you mean to tell me that you use these poor
men for you sexual pleasure? Don't I please you?" 

"Oh Alan Alan, you please me as no other man could. It's just that when I
hunt for these murdering animals, I get so horny. I don't know why but I
need a man then and there. I can't keep running home to you for a sexual
fix every few hours. So I just snatch one right off of the streets.. Please
believe me my darling it's just a physical thing, and any resemblance to
spiritual and emotional love is purly coincidental."

He thought about what she had said for quite a while before continuing.
This was no ordinary women. He couldn't hold her down as much as  he
might want to. She could wipe the floor with him with her little finger, and
didn't he just love it? Besides this was the ninties, and if he could play
around with other women, why should he expect her to be held to a
different standard?

"All right babe, I understand. I'm not happy about the situation, but I can't
do any other then except it. What really concerns me is the brutality that
you show. Laila it's frightening. That account of what you did to that
murderer of those nine women was horrible. I never thought that you could
do such a thing. Darling I have to admit that I am just a bit scared of you
right now. And furthermore, those poor men. You know, the ones that the
newspapers so euphemistically refer to as, taking men. They must have
been terrified."

"Oh but Alan, I am quick to assure them of their safety." She experienced
sudden pangs of guilt, remembering the times that she had deliberately
withheld this information from some of these men, in order to experience
their terror. This was something that she didn't want to think about.
Something that she dared not think about

"Yes Allen your right. I am brutal with murders and rapists. Don't you think
that they deserve it?"

"Of course they do. Thats not the point at all," he stated. 

"They what?" she asked in exasperation.  

"My concern is for you, and not the damn rapist. Absolute power corrupts
absolutely," he quoted.

"Allen please what in the world are you talking about"

"Just this my beautiful frightening goddess of vengeance. How do you
keep your priorities in place. How do you go from the brutality that you
mete out to criminals,  to the tenderness of love making?"

"None of the men have ever complained. Don't worry sweety I have things
firmly under control." She felt that annoying pang of guilt again, and forced
it back where it couldn't see the light of day. 

"God, I hope so," he said prayerfully. "I hope so for the men of this
community." He couldn't know that she had idea's of spreading her realm
of operation. 

Days turned into weeks, and work was their only outlet. Allen and Laila
hadn't even been out on so much as a date, since the day that she moved
in with him.

 As he had promised he was at the office for most of the working day his
social life consisting of a few women to take the edge off his sexual
hunger. Oh they had warm and wonderful sex whenever Laila would come
home early enough, which wasn't nearly often enough for two such virile
people as they.

He kept at her to take some time off, at least one weekend. However her
dedication to what she referred to as her calling, was so unwavering that it
was months before he could convince her to take a break.  

"Hon, I promise you that the rapist's will still be there come monday." 

"Don't you think that my little  victims will miss me" she answered him
blithely. 

"They will never know the difference, and I'm certainly not about to tell any
tales." he said happily. And so it was arranged for the very next weekend. 

Laila emerged from her dressing room a vision of loveliness. Her long dark
hair flowing softly around her shoulders, her eyes a dazzling emerald
green. A tight fitting red dress surrounded her lovely form, while a plunging
neckline highlighted enough of her breasts, to make a man ache to
immerse his nose between their swelling mounds. A pair of high heels
made her only three inches shorter then he. 

Allen looking at her in adoration, handed her a long stemmed rose, a piece
of chocolate, and a yellow traffic sign. She looked at him with amusement
and puzzlement. 

"The flower " he said, "is as a reminder of how very beautiful you are. The
candy for your sweet and warm heart."

"And the yellow sign" she asked? 

"A caution sign" he replied in amusement. 

She laughed, "what shall I do with it?"

"Put it up on your door or over your bedpost, to remind me of who and
what you are," he answered. 

"Oh darling, don't you know that I wouldn't harm a hair on your handsome
head, or for that matter on any other part of your delectable anatomy," she
said staring hungrily at his groin.

"Oh no" he said, crossing his legs and placing his hand protectively in
front of his crotch. "Tonight we party." And so it was written, and so it was
so. 

It wasn't until eleven oclock that night that they entered the restaurant. It
was a well kept place in the heart of town, known for it's rustic atmosphere
and marvelous food. The walls were covered with such farm implements
as wagon wheels and pitchforks. The small room  contained two fire
places on each side dead center. Nearly all twenty five tables were
occupied with couples excepting one, a single man. On one side was a
bar and bartender. 

Allen and Laila sitting in the middle of the room,  just sat back after a
wonderful evening, luxuriating over their drinks. "Don't look up" he said,
"But every man in the place is looking at you and drooling."

"Let them drool"  she giggled," I have my man"

"And a lucky one I am" he finished. 

"You better belive it " she sniggered. Her mood changed as her face took
on a puzzled look.  "I feel a pair of eyes boring into the back of my head
Allen, is someone staring at me?" 

He smiled, "I told you that every man is staring at you, you gorgeous
creature." 

"No Allen, not like this. Just look around and tell me what you see.

 He searched the tables to the rear of her, shaking his head. "No I don't
see anything unusual. Wait a minute. About five tables deep behind you,
there's a guy sitting all alone, and he's looking right this way. Look's to me
as if he's drunk. Forget about it, what man can keep his eyes off of you"? 

She relaxed and sipping her drink, smiled fondly at him. 

"Oh shit" he exclaimed, I think  he's coming this way. Darling, if he stops 
at our table, let me handle it, please!" 

"Laila covered his large hand with her smaller one. "Of course my big
strong hero."

"Never mind the sarcasm" he snorted. "Just relax and let me handle it." 


The big red faced drunk weaved his torturous way towards them, banging
into a number of tables on his way. Arriving at the couples table he placed
himself directly in front of the seated Laila, his back to Allen. "Lady" he
mumbled, "I've been watching you for a good fifteen minutes now. You are
some kind of a looker" his slurred speech almost incomprehensible. "Why
don't you just ditch pretty boy here and come over to a real man's table?"

Allen stood up and placing his hand on the drunks arm said, "Look mister,
why don't you just go back to your table and have another drink. It's on
me."

"I don't need your drink pretty boy" he said, and placing the palm of his
hand on Allen's chest, pushed violently. 

Allen could have certainly handled the intoxicated man easily, if he weren't
taken by surprise. Caught off balance he fell backwards head over heels
over his chair, cracking his head on the hardwood floor. 

Staring at the dazed man he laughted, "there goes pretty boy, (all fall
down.")  He decreased his distance from Laila until his groin was about a
foot from her face. 

Laila sat there looking at her shaken lover. She thought he's young and in
good shape, and besides she could see that he was starting to come
around. "My my" she said to his attacker, "You sure are an assertive one.
Do you always use force to get what you want?"

He smirked, "when the prize is someone who looks like you, always."

She placed her warm right hand on his left hip. "Your some kind of a killer,
aren't you?" Her hand decended to the outside of his leg, and slowly
traveled across to the sensitive soft inner part of his left thigh. 

"Um lady," he groaned hotly, "you certainly don't let any grass grow under
your feet either," the front of his pants pushing out to greet her. 

She smiled as sweet as can be, and squeezed his sensitive inner thigh. It
wasn't very hard, that is for her it wasn't. For Allen's attacker however, it
was enough to make him gasp

"Hey, take it easy" he muttered under his breath, aware of the attention
that was awakening around them. She squeezed yet harder causing a
barely suppressed yelp of pain. His hand shot down to pry her from his
thigh,and was rewarded with increasing pressure from her. By this time
stinging tears were forming at the corners of his eyes. 

She said ever so sweetly, "do something for me won't you honey? Spread
your other leg a few inches out." She emphasized this request with an
additional yank to his now agonized thigh. Well we all know what
happened. He obliged her in what we will call lickity split time. Her left
hand crept inside of his opposite thigh, as he held his breath, terrified that
any movement from him, would cause her to maul his already agonized
thigh yet again. 

 "Uppsy daisy" she laughed,  and his feet no longer had contact with the
floor, as she stretched out her arms,  spread eagling the hapless drunk.
He would have fallen back and downwards, causing his body to be held
aloft only by the inside of his thighs, a horrible prospect. Realizing this he
swung his arms forward to regain his balance, and only suceeded in falling
forward and grabbing on to her neck in a state of panic.

"Get your damn hands off of me" she snarled.  

"But I'll fall" he pleaded. 

"That's your problem, now do as I say" and she emphasized her words
with a shape yank on both of his thighs. 

He screamed in anguish, unable to control the volumn of his voice any
longer. By this time many of the couples who occupied the adjacent
tables, were viewing the scene in astonishment. The room started to fill up
with the sound of female voices whispering. "It's her."

"Who her" another asked"

"It's the gaurdian" said a third in awesome wonder. 

"Meanwhile back at the salt mines, our little drunk hearing these
speculations, seperated himself from her neck in horror, and somehow
managing to balance himself. He was now stone cold sober. 

He could hardly speak for the trembling in his voice. "Your the Gaurdian,
aren't you" he asked, hoping against hope that she would deny it. Laila
merely winked. 

"Oh God, Oh God" he cried. "Please please forgive me. I was drunk. I,  I, 
I, d, d, d, didn't know w w w what I was doing. Mercy please. 

She stood up and slowly raised the terrified ex drunk to the height of her
breasts. 

"Look at that will you please" said a female voice. By now the women in
the restaurant were all entranced by the unfolding scenario. There escorts
on the other hand without exception, looked down at their tables or at the
floor. If one could hazzard a guess as to their thoughts it might  be, "If I
don't make eye contact with her, maybe she won't notice me. Good Lord it
could be me up there."  

Slowly as if savoring every minute, she raised his helpless body higher. It
was as if he were on an ancient frieght elevator, traveling upwards at an
agonizingly leisurely pace.

In the meantime Allen had come to his senses, and was looking on in
horror. "Laila" he called, trying to keep his voice only loud enough for her
to hear. "What are you doing?  Let him go, he was drunk, that's all." 

By this time she was hearing precious little. We might say that she was in
a zone of her own. Many women were murmuring under their breath, "let
him go, please let him go" bless their delightful hearts.

And then piercing through the whispering voices, came a shrill cutting
femine voice. "Rip him in two."

The poor man's body shuddered as if he were slapped by those four little
words. Unfortunately for him those shrill tones got through to her. She
shook her head as if acknowledging the suggestion. Slowly inexorably her
arms spread apart wider and wider. A ripping of cloth could be heard, and
one women sitting directly to the poor man's rear cried out " will you look
at that, he's not wearing any underware"

A large tear appeared in the seam of his rear, and his butt crack winked in 
and out of the damaged pants. Much to his shame he tried to hide it by
covering the rip with his hands. All this did was to throw him off  balance,
and he had to gyrate his arms wildly in order to keep his upright position. 

By this time the terrified man was a few inches above her head. It was
obvious to all that she was enjoying this immensely. He kept up a stream
of begging and pleading. It fell upon deaf ears. Laila heard only what she
wanted to hear, and nothing more.

 She smiled as a new idea struck her fancy. As she continued to lift the
hapless creature further overhead, her fingers crept forward and grasped
some of the material of his trousers. Pulling inward she bunched it into the
palms of her hands. Her busy little fingers reached forward again and
repeated the maneuver. By the third time his zipper started to give. It
boinged open suddenly and spread completely apart, displaying his poor
shriveled genitals.

His immediate reaction was to cover his front, but remembering what had
happened before when he had tried such a stunt, he merely cried out
"please oh please Gaurdian no more. I'll do what ever you say, just let me
go." 

Suddenly his eyes opened in wide eyed terror, as he started to feel his
groin being spread to the breaking point. It was like a child pulling the
wings and legs from a house fly.  He looked around for help, any help.
Spying Allen sitting there shaking his head in helpless frustration, he
screamed out, "help me mister, please." 

Allen rose from his seat resolutely, and strode over to her. "Laila put him
down." He pulled on her arm. "Laila please for the love of God let him go.
He's just a drunk. He had no idea what he was doing." 

As stated above, she was hearing what she wanted to hear. Nevertheless
she felt an annoying tugging on her arm. It was very irritating, much like an
insect buzzing her. Without thinking she released her hold on her captives
thigh and with lightning reflexes swatted it away, quickly returning her
hand to it's former spot.

That little swat sent poor Allen careening backwards and over his table.
Stunned, he made his way to his seat shaken and embarrassed. There
was no more to say or do, as he shook his head in sympathy for a fellow
male.

By this time she had raised him to within a few inches of her utmost reach.
As she spread him apart, the rip on the back of his pants, and the one on
the front met, allowing his balls to dangle down just above her head. His
agony was such that it overwhelmed his shame, and all that he could do
was weep and beg for mercy. 

Her arms finally locked in place, as she held the frightened creature
triumphantly overhead. He was weeping openly, soft tears rolling down his
cheeks and onto his shirt.   

All of the women were watching in rapt attention. Some were smiling
approvingly, but most were weeping right along with the unfortunate man.
One of the former screamed out at the top of her lungs, "for christ sake let
him go, have you no pity?"

Laila shuddered as if she had been slapped on the face. Her eyes moved
around at the people viewing her, and then up at her helpless captive.
Pausing for a moment to clear her mind, she said to him. "You know little
man what you did to insult both me and my man, was unconscionable." 

For the first time he felt a modicum of hope. "Yes I know" he agreed
tearfully. "It was unforgivable. But please, you have it in your power to
forgive the unforgivable. My life is in your hands, " and he searched the
audience for their approbation. 

"As far as I'm concerned your forgiven," she said, " but you didn't just
insult me and mine. By your actions you offended everyone in this
restaurant. If you want me to let you go, you will have to beg forgiveness
of every single person here. If even one person doesn't aggree that you
should be set free, then your number is up buddy. Is that acceptable?"

Well what could he do. His life was her's to take or to bestow. Well let me
ask you dear reader. what would you have done in his place. I certainly
have no doubts as to my actions. He did what every sane man would have
done. "Oh yes, Oh God yes. Anything, anything that you say. Just please
stop tearing me apart."  

Moving a few steps to her right, she stopped at the closest table. "Go
ahead" she said. 

He took a deep breath, as if relieved to be doing something to effect his
release. "Please lady I'm so sorry for what I did. My only excuse if excuse
it can be called, was that I was drunk. Won't you please forgive me?"

Tears dropped from the eyes of one of God's greatest creations, woman.
"Yes of course I forgive you, you poor thing. Please Gaurdian won't you let
him go?"  Her husband who had been quite and looking down as had all
the men, lifted her hand to his lips, and kissed her palm in reverence. She
caressed his cheek lovingly. 

Still holding the helpless man overhead, but not pulling him apart any
longer, she advanced to the next table. The scene was carried out over
and over again. Some accepting his apology with pity and good grace as
had the first, others with reluctance. They had finally made the rounds of
all of the tables but one. He had been gaining confidence as his
deliverance seemed to be imminent. Only one little worry stuck in the
minds of both he and Laila. They had yet to hear from the woman with the
shrill voice, the one who had suggested that he be torn apart. 

Reaching the final table he asked his question, his voice shaking
uncontrollably. She sat stone faced, dwarfed by the size of her husband,
who of course was looking down at his clasped hands. Waiting for him to
finish like a cat cornering a mouse she said, "rip the son of a bitch in two."

His earsplitting wail of fear echoed throughout the room. "Oh my God in
heaven no no, please mercy. Have pity on me. I'm so sorry. Forgive,
forgive. He sobbed uncontrolably, not knowing where else to turn.
Fortunately for him he had Laila on his side, who wanted no more part of
this. 

"Are you sure that you want me to do this?  Everyone else in the place
has forgiven him, including myself. Won't you rethink your decision? How
about you mister what do you think" she said directing the conversation to
the woman's husband. 

For the first time the big man looked up, and then to his wife. "Clare" he
said. "Please don't be so cruel. He's a man, and a man can make a
mistake. Please for the love of God accept his apology."

 Her face was set in stone. "Screw him" she blurted out. 

"Clare, if you can't find it in your heart to forgive him, then think of this.
Suppose it were me up there, suffering and pleading for my life. And what
if the decision were up to another women? And my darling Clare, what if
she said as you have, (rip him in two). What would be your reaction?"

Clare didn't need to think. "I'd tear the bitch's eyes out" she said. 

"So he continued, he has no one to tear your eyes out. Please Clare, do
the right thing, if not for him, then for me." 

"Damn you Clyde" she snarled, "your such a moralistic pain in the ass."

"Thank you darling" he returned, "I love you too."

"All right Gaurdian" she said in exasperation, "let the asshole go."

Both Laila as well as her captive, breathed an audible sigh of relief.
Carrying the now soon to be released man over to the bar, she placed his
now naked ass on the cold wooden surface. He shivered from the chilly
surface, as well as from the relief of his impending freedom. Stepping
between his dangling legs, she fished around in his pants pockets, which
were dangling almost around his knees in shreds. Finding his wallet she
searched for what she wanted. Removing a business card, she glanced at
it and said, "Well Harry Simpson of Mockingbird Lane, how do you feel
now? Not waiting for his answer which seemed superfluous at this point
she continued, "I see that you are the manager of Laurie Industries. My
firm does much business with your's. Tell me do you have a family?"

"Oh yes Gaurdian, I have a wife and kids" he answered, happy to be
talking about mundane things, instead of begging for his life. 

"So let me ask you, have you learned anything tonight"? 

"Oh Lord yes" he answered. "In the first place I'll never touch another drink
again. I've also learned to respect women, bless their wonderful hearts."

"Good" she said, shaking her head. I'll just bet that your wife and kids will
be very happy from here on in. 

Grabbing him under the armpits, she lifted him down to rest upon his feet.
Removing everything from his pockets, she ripped what was remaining of
his clothes from his body. He gasped but didn't say a word. Handing him
the contents of his pockets she said, "your free to go."

He said plaintively, "but I have no clothes."

"Git" she growled, and git he got. 

On his way out he spied one empty table, with a table cloth and no setting.
Clutching it to himself  to cover his nakedness, he looked at her
tremulously, seeking her permission, like a child with his hand in a cookie
jar. She merely shook her head no, and he walked out into the night with
his belongings clutched in his hands, as naked as the day he was born.  

Laila walked over to Allen, and taking him by the hand said, " time to go
home baby", and she walked out of the restaurant, followed by her man
still shaking his head.