{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"7e15186c-23b5-4f4c-9fd0-a8bb0e4e7162","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-02-06T02:23:38.859Z","title":"THE WOMEN OF WROAR","slug":"the-women-of-wroar","shortId":"IL0IvDsJ","authorNote":"Those of you whom belonged to the now shuttered FEMDOM DESTINY website my recognize this story","disclaimer":"If posting else where, please give proper authorship.","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"The women of WROAR work to catch rapists and women abusers and punish them to the point they can no longer pose a danger to women.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"068dde96-4fa8-42bf-b19c-990ea9840130","title":null,"summary":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n \n\nTHE WOMEN OF WROAR\n\n \n\nWomen’s Revenge by Overpowering Abusers and R","wordCount":3303,"readTime":17,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

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THE WOMEN OF WROAR

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Women’s Revenge by Overpowering Abusers and Rapists (WROAR) were\nkeeping a close watch on Samuel Smyth.. \nThe women of WROAR had received reports on him. claiming he had\nviolently abused and raped women. The\npolice also were aware of Smyth’s activities, but unfortunately, none of his\nvictims could positively identify him. \nHe was very clever: leaving no DNA evidence and wearing a mask so the\nwomen never saw his face nor heard his voice. \nAlso, unfortunately, the police did not have the resources to keep tabs\non a perp like Smyth, given the level of crime in the city. So, the job of administering rough justice\nfell to vigilante groups like WROAR.

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Naturally, the official police policy was opposed to\ncitizens taking the law into their own hands, but unofficially, they turned a\nblind eye because they were so under-resourced, that they, needed these groups\nto help deal with the ramped crime problem. \nAs long as WROAR did not cause any problems or draw attention to\nthemselves, the police didn’t care. In\nfact, there was a tacit cooperation between the two. For example, if, while dealing with women’s\nrape and abuse, WROAR came across a more serious crime such as murder, they immediately\ncontacted the police and gave them all their information Similarly, if a beat cop or detective working\na robbery or drug case came across situations of women abuse or rape, they\nmight inform a member of WROAR.

\n\n

Smyth was one such case and Carlotta Stevens had been\nassigned to investigate. She and her\nteam of Stephanie and Tiffany had\nplanted tracking devices on his car and placed surveillance equipment in his\napartment. Carlotta and her team had\nsearched his apartment and found the masks he wore when he raped his victims\nand now, they were just waiting for him to strike again and catch him in the\nact.

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They had followed Smyth to a bar in the business district,\nand while Stephanie waited in the communications van outside, Carlotta and\nTiffany were inside the bar. As Carlotta\nand Tiffany appeared to be chatting about work and boyfriends, they both were,\nin their own way, thinking about how they were going to deal with Smyth once\nthey captured him. Essentially, Smyth\nwould disappear from the face of the earth, never to be heard from or seen\nagain. Once he entered the walls of the\nWROAR compound, it would be as though he never existed. All bank records, credit cards, social\nsecurity, driver’s license, insurance and assets would be closed or\nliquidated. Even if the impossible\nshould happen and by some miracle or oversight, Smyth managed to escape, he\nwould escape into a world in which he did not legally exist. He would be a nonentity.

\n\n

After about 45 minutes, Smyth headed to the street. Carlotta mused that this would be the last time\nhe would have a drink in his pathetic miserable life.

\n\n

Carlotta and Tiffany remained seated until Smyth left, then\nshe pulled her smart phone and called Stephanie.. “He just left.”

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“I see him… He’s heading\nto his car.” Stephanie responded

\n\n

“Ok, we’re leaving now. \nWe’ll be right behind you.”

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With the GPS device mounted on Smyth’s car, Stephanie had no\nproblem picking up his trail. With a\nsimilar tracker in her car, Carlotta and Tiffany could also follow Smyth.

\n\n

They followed him from a safe distance, so he had no idea of\nbeing followed. He was cruising down by\nthe wharf district where prostitutes picked up sailors. After a few minutes, they noticed he had\nstopped. Carlotta and Stephanie were on the\nphone agreeing that he was now stalking on foot.

\n\n

They pulled up to his car and saw that it was empty. They parked in front and behind him, bumper\nto bumper, so he couldn’t escape if they missed him. Stephanie would stay with the van while Tiffany\nand Carlotta would look for Smyth. They\nsaw a figure a block away and little bit further on they saw woman\nwalking. They followed Smyth and the\nwoman for a block as Smyth drew closer to the woman. Then, she must have realized she was being\nfollowed and began to run. But in her\nhigh heels, she couldn’t run very fast, and Smyth quickly caught up to her. He grabbed her from behind and covered her\nmouth stifling her scream. He then\ndragged her into a dark alley.

\n\n

Carlotta and Tiffany observed all this. They dawned masks. Wearing rubber soled boots. they noiselessly ran\nup to where Smyth had grabbed the woman. \nThey heard sounds of struggling and followed the sounds. They saw Smyth on top of the woman with his\npants down and the woman’s dress ripped and tape over her mouth.

\n\n

“Look what we have here…” Carlotta chortled. “Mr. Smyth caught with his pants down.” Smyth jumped up, eyes bulging. Carlotta shown a bright light in his eyes. He was momentarily blinded. With an almost imperceptible movement, Tiffany\nfired her laser squarely into Smyth’s chest and she let a five second burst of\n75,000 volts flow into his body. He screamed.\nHis body shook from the electric charge and then collapsed in heap when Tiffany\nreleased the trigger.

\n\n

After helping the woman, Carlotta and Tiffany zip tied Smyth’s\nhands and called Stephanie to bring the van. \nThen she injected Smyth with a sedative to make him more docile.

\n\n

Once in the van and on their way to the compound, Carlotta\ncut off Smyth’s clothes and placed the shreds along with his identification in\na bag to be burned. She put the cash\nfrom his wallet in her purse. Then\nturning her attention to Smyth who was still unconscious, she stuffed his mouth\nwith cotton baton and wound duct tape several times around his mouth and eyes\nleaving only his nose exposed. Next, she\nshackled his ankles and bent them back up towards his wrists and linked the two,\nso he was now in a hog-tie position.

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They drove through the gates of the compound that opened\nafter Stephanie punched in the entry code. \nTiffany followed in the second car. \n

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In the courtyard, three women had gathered to meet the\narriving crew. They threw open the van’s\nback doors and grabbing Smyth by the link connecting his ankles and wrists. Angelina—the warden of the WROAR and chief\ntorturer--carried him like a duffle bag. \nBy this time, the tranquilizer was wearing off and when Angelina picked\nhim up, he let out a scream of pain as the zip ties cut into his wrists and\nankles. But the heavy gagging, only\nallowed soft moans. He also squirmed in a\nfutile effort to shake himself free. Angelina simply ignored the moans and the\nwriggling. She was powerfully built and\ncarried him with one hand.

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She carried him down to one of the many underground rooms\nand unceremoniously dumped him on the cold cement floor. When he crashed to the floor, he let out a high-pitched\nmuffled squeal. Angelina gave him a\nquick imperious glance and turned on her heels. \nThe last thing Smyth would hear for the next few hours were Angelina’s\nspike boot heals clicking on the cement floor, the clang of the heavy steel\ndoor slamming shut behind her and the lock being turned.

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Smyth couldn’t tell that the cell was lit, and he was being\nobserved on CCTV. It was lit but it\nwasn’t heated, and the temperature was 50 F. \nBeing stark naked, every inch of his body was shivering. But that’s all the movement his hog-tie\nbondage permitted. He needed to stretch\nhis arms and legs, but the tied were implacable. He screamed at the top of his longs, but the\ncotton in his mouth covered by several layers of duct tape only permitted a\nmuted moan to escape. And those\nobserving him didn’t care how much or how loud he yelled. He desperately needed to relieve himself and finally\nhe couldn’t hold it anymore. He continued to strain against the zip ties\nwith all his strength, trembling with rage and frustration until he was\nexhausted.

\n\n

At some point he must have dozed off, because suddenly he awoke\nwith a scream as he felt a piercing pain in his balls. Carlotta had entered the cell and had stomped\non Smyth’s balls with the cleated boot. She\nnow stood with her boot on his scrotum as he let out a high-pitched moan and\ntried to wriggle away. But of course,\nher boot pinned him to the spot and his hog-tied arms and legs just waived\nhelplessly in the air. Carlotta smiled and ground her boot into his balls as\nthough she were crushing a cigarette butt, which made him shriek louder and waive\nhis arms and legs faster.

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Carlotta laughed, and after relishing in Smyth’s agony for a\ncouple of minutes, she lifted the boot off the now swollen and bright red ball\nsack. Smyth flopped over on his right\nside, panting heavily. Seeing his belly\nexposed, Carlotta couldn’t resist giving him a hard kick to the gut. Air escaped through the gag with a grunt, and\nif he could have, he would have doubled over, but his legs and hands tied\nbehind him prevented that. Carlotta\ncould see tears streaming down his face oozing out from under the duct tape\naround his eyes.

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Taking a pair of sheers, Carlotta knelt down over Smyth’s head\nand sliding one of the blades along the bridge of his nose, near his left eye,\nCarlotta began cutting the duct tape covering his eyes. When she had cut all the way through, she\ngrabbed one end, and with a vicious pull, yanked the several layers of tape off\nhis face, ripping large clumps of hair from his scalp that were caught on the\ntape like flies on fly paper. Again,\nSmyth let out an agonizing shriek of pain.

\n\n

Smyth blinked several times as he adjusted to the sudden\nexposure to the bright light in the cell. \nCarlotta could see that his eyes were bloodshot. Grabbing his hair, Carlotta forced him to\nlook up at her. Smyth made\nunrecognizable “mmmmmm” sounds which\nCarlotta figured were supposed to be “who the fuck are you and where am I?”

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“Do you know who you are?” Carlotta asked coldly.

\n\n

“mmmm mmmmm” Smyth\nreplied. Carlotta couldn’t know if he\nwas saying his name or “fuck you.”

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“I’ll tell you who you are…. You are “turd 2009-45,” or “turd\n45” for short. That’s right, you are the\nforty fifth piece of shit we’ve dealt with this year, and since it’s almost the\nend of the year, you will probably have the honor of being the last turd for\nthis year.

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Smyth, with his eyes popping out of his head stared at\nCarlotta in complete bewilderment. He\nsimply couldn’t comprehend whom this woman was telling this stuff or what was\ngoing to happen to him and how could he escape. \n“This must be a bad dream and I’ll wake up soon” he thought to himself. “This can’t really be happening…this woman is\nnuts” he kept thinking.

\n\n

Carlotta kept her eyes fixed on his as she spoke. “You can’t believe this is happening to\nyou. You can’t believe you are here, in\nthis room, hog tied and gagged and every joint, muscle and balls in agony,\nlying in your own piss and being spoken to by a sadistic bitch…CAN YOU? Well believe it turd. You are here and this is only the beginning\nof your life-long punishment. You are my\nprisoner, and the sentence is a life sentence of utter torture and suffering\nfor as long as you live. And I am sure,\nvery soon you will wish you were dead, but death will not come easy. You must pay for your crimes against women\nand as they say, ‘paybacks are hell,’ and this is the closest thing to hell for\nyou on this earth.”

\n\n

Smyth was slowly getting the picture. This was no dream. This was real and every bone and muscle ached\nfrom the long hours of restraint, and he could smell his urine, and his balls\nburned horribly and the slightest movement was agony. He was now terrified, and tears were\nstreaming down his cheeks, and he was shaking uncontrollably.

\n\n

Carlotta rose and looked at Smyth contemplatively. She, then, let go a smashing soccer kick to\nthe stomach. Smyth screamed as loud as\nhe could and tried to roll over to protect his stomach, but it hurt too\nmuch. He just lay on his side shaking on\nthe edge of consciousness. He was\nvaguely aware of Carlotta walking past him as his tear-filled eyes followed her\nboots to the door and then hearing the door open and slam shut. In complete despair, Smyth began sobbing and\npulled as hard as his feeble strength allowed against his restraints.

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Being totally exhausted, Smyth again fell asleep until he felt\nsomething hard pressing down on his face. \nHe opened his eyes and tried looking up in the direction of whatever was\npressing on his face. Angelina’s boot pinned\nhis head to the floor. He could see a\nshiny heavy-soled spike-heeled boot. All\nSmyth could do is moan.

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Smyth couldn’t see the taser Angelina held in her right hand,\nwhich she now fired into Smyth’s prone body. \nHe screamed as the powerful electric blasted surged through every nerve\nin his helpless body causing his body to jerk uncontrollably. Angelina giggled as she watched Smyth’s body\nshook violently and his muscles spasmed. \nShe released the trigger after five seconds and took her boot off his face. She then picked Smyth up by the links holding\nhis wrists and ankles as she had when she brought him into the room and carried\nhim to what would become his new permanent home.

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When Smyth opened his eyes, some minutes later, he found\nhimself in a sitting position. As he tried\nto move, he immediately discovered that he was strapped securely to a very\nuncomfortable, cold metal chair. The\nchair’s seating surface, arms rests, and legs were covered with metal studs\nwhich did not cut the skin, but made sitting exceedingly uncomfortable,\nespecially if you had to sit on it for more than 15 minutes. The chair had a high back that extended a\nfoot above Smyth’s head, and where the seat bottom could be undone, leaving the\nprisoner’s genitals exposed. Three stainless straps ran across his chest\nstarting just below his nipples and the third one around his waist just above\nhis cock. The straps were arms of comparable\nto handcuffs. They were hinged on the\nright side of the chair and folded over and were inserted into a locking device\non the left side. Like handcuffs, the\nstraps clicked into the locks and when pushed into the locks, they could only\nbe unlocked with a key.

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Suddenly Angela’s\nface loomed in front of Smyth’s face “I am Angelina. Welcome to your new home,\nturd.” She said in a gravelly, smoker’s\nvoice. “ I am in charge here. You and\nthis chair are about to become bosom buddies. This chair is modeled after a medieval chair\nused to torture heretics and criminals. You\nare being held here until we decide you no longer pose a danger to women. We have obliterated all records of your\nexistence and liquidated all your assets. \nAs far as the world outside these walls knows, you don’t exist. When you are released, we will provide shelter\nand food. Keep in mind, you will have nothing to prove\nwho you are. You will be given the\nchoice when you are released to use our accomodations, or beg on the street. If you decide to go out on your own, that will\nbe final. There is no turning back.

\n\n

“Now, while you are here, you will be locked into this chair\nfor eight hours a day. The bottom of the\nchair can be dropped, exposing your genitals. \nGuards are free to come and go, as they please, and avail themselves of\nyour genitals, as they please. This\nmeans, they can pound your balls, anyway, they choose. Who, knows. \nIf you have a good cock, they may use it in other ways I’ll leave to\nyour imagination.

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“After you do your eight hours, it’s free time. Guards can use you any way they like. This can be, gang rape, or individual rape\nsessions. Also, a guard may take you out in the court yard and whip you. We also have a room set up for electrics, which\nsome of the guards, especially enjoy using. \nAnd since I am in charge of torture, I may come up with some experiments\nto try out. Any questions?”

\n\n

Angelina smirked as she asked this question.

\n\n

Smyth shook and pressed against his restraints and let out a\nscream, but it only came out as a loud high-pitched moan.

\n\n

“That’s quite OK….” Angelina laughed. “You can thank me later.”

\n\n

Angelina reached over to a table that stood at arm’s length\nand at waist high. It held a number of\ngleaming instruments which Smyth now eyed apprehensively. Smyth mumbled something in an anxious\ntone. Angelina held up a pair of\nscissors. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to\ncut off your balls…yet.” She laughed as Smyth’s eyes clearly showed the terror\nhe was feeling.

\n\n

She slid the scissors blade between Smyth’s chin and the\ntape holding his gag in his mouth. She\ndeftly moved the blade up toward Smyth’s nose just missing it by\nmillimeters. Pulling the tape off\nviolently Smyth was momentarily stunned by the speed and pain that followed the\nripping of the tape off his skin.

\n\n

Before he could come to his senses and utter a word,\nAngelina took a small pair of vice grips and place them on his testicles. When she snapped them closed, Smyth let out a\nblood-curdling scream. With another deft\nmovement of her hands, Angelina inserted a Whitehead gag into his mouth and set\nthe ratchet to lock his mouth open.

\n\n

“You won’t be needing your mouth after today so I’m going to\nseal it up.” This brought loud screams\nfrom Smyth and violent shaking as he tried to escape. Angelina merely looked at him curiously and\nlaughed at his pitiable efforts.

\n\n

“Not to worry love. \nYou’ll be fed. I’m going to put a\ntube down your nose that will pass down into your stomach. After all we don’t want to kill you—at least\nnot just yet. We want to have some fun\nwith you, and for that we have to keep you alive.

\n\n

Angelina picked an item off the tray. It was in the shape of a wafer, about inch\nthick, and about an inch in diameter surrounded by a thin wire that extended\nout about six inches. Angelina held it\nby the wire and carefully placed it on Smyth’s tongue.

\n\n

“Your saliva will cause the wafer to expand to fill your entire\nmouth, pushing your cheeks out so you will look like a squirrel with cheeks\nfull of nuts. You’ll look very\ncute. Believe me.” Angelina said smiling\nas she bent close to Smyth’s face and watched the wafer begin to grow. Then suddenly she yanked the Whitehead gag\nout of Smyth’s mouth. He instinctively\nclosed his mouth and Angelina, without wasting a movement, slapped two pieces\nof duct tape on his mouth thereby sealing it. \n

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“You can feel it filling your mouth and when it has reached\nits maximum, it will harden so it will be like stone. The only way to take it out will be to drill\nit out. I don’t think you will like\nthat, so we will leave it there for whatever.” Angelina cooed as she stood with\nher face inches away from Smyth’s. She\ngiggled as Smyth’s cheeks pushed out. \n“You really look like a squirrel.” \n

\n\n

Angelina bent over Smyth and adjusted another metal strap,\nso it was lined up with his throat by setting a setscrew in back of the chair. When it was at the proper height, she swung the\nstrap and clicked it into the lock and pressed it against Smyth’s throat. The strap was sculpted to it fit under\nSmyth’s chin and rose slightly under his ears, forcing him to face straight\nahead. Next, she adjusted a metal strap,\nso it lined up with Smyth’s forehead and then sung it closed, clicking into\nplace further preventing any head movement. \n

\n\n

“There you go…. Your head is now locked into place. I like the way it looks. I could really slap you hard and there is\nnothing you can do.” And with that\nAngelina slapped Smyth’s cheek as hard as she could. His face didn’t move an inch, but Angelina\nforgot that Smyth’s mouth now was as hard as rock. The slap left a bright red mark on Smyth’s\nleft cheek but the blow left Angelina’s right hand smarting. “I forgot you have a rock in your mouth\nnow.” Angelina spat out as she shook her\nhand. She looked at Smyth and thought\nhis eyes conveyed a certain satisfaction, but she couldn’t be sure.

\n\n

“I may have hurt my hand, but now you are going to really\nhurt for a good long time.” Angelina muttered.

\n\n

“Voila! You are\ndone. This will be how you will spend\nthe rest of your life.” Angelina smiling\nbroadly. Smyth looked at the joyful\nAngelina with an utterly dejected look of misery eyes full of tears.

\n\n

Angelina, completely satisfied, bent over Smyth, gave him a\nwet kiss on his forehead and left a ruby red indelible lip print. “Know ye by this mark as a former prisoner\nof the WROAR.”

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