Jodie could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she ran up the stairs, her heart filled with triumph and happiness. She was finally free from the grasp of the monstrous man who had held her captive for weeks. She had endured unspeakable horrors and had been subjected to sexual torture, but now it was her turn to inflict pain on him.

As she reached the halfway point on the stairs, Jodie stopped and turned to look at the fat old cunt. He was lying on the floor, panting and wheezing, his body weak and frail. She couldn't believe how pathetic and powerless he looked now. This man had taken away her dignity, her freedom, and almost her life. And he would have left her to die down in that dark, damp basement if she hadn't managed to escape.

A sense of rage filled Jodie as she thought about everything he had done to her. All the times he had forced himself on her, using her body for his sadistic pleasures. But now, she was no longer his victim. She was in control.

With a determined look on her face, Jodie grabbed the old man by his greasy hair and dragged him across the floor. She chained him up in the same dark dungeon where she had suffered for so long.

Jodie was starving. Her stomach grumbled and she could feel her energy slowly draining away. She knew she had to find something to eat soon or she wouldn't have the strength to continue.

She looked around the house, desperate to find something to satisfy her hunger. Her eyes fell upon the fridge and she rushed over to it, hoping to find something edible inside. Jodie opened the fridge and found it almost empty. But then she spotted a cooked piece of beef. Without hesitation, she picked it up and started biting into it like a lion feeding on its prey. The meat was delicious and she couldn't help but moan in satisfaction.

As she ate, she noticed a bottle of milk. Thirsty from the salty beef, she grabbed the bottle and guzzled it down. The milk was so cold and refreshing that it dribbled down her breasts and onto the floor.

With a loud burp, Jodie threw the empty bottle across the room. She felt a sense of relief and contentment. Jodie couldn't believe how good it felt to finally satisfy her hunger and quench her thirst. Jodie was smiling for the first time in weeks.

She headed to the bathroom next to shower away the week's worth of shame, filth, humiliation, and the smell of cum that lingered on her skin. As she stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading down her body, she couldn't help but feel the weight of the world slipping off her shoulders. She put her hair into a ponytail and searched the dirty old man’s room for something to wear. Everything was too big for her petite frame, but she finally found a football shirt that she could wear as a dress.

Just as she was putting the shirt on, she heard a loud scream coming from the basement, Jodie's eyes widened with excitement, the filthy old man was begging for help.

Jodie strode down the basement stairs full of confidence with the metal baseball bat in her hand. She rotated it with her wrist, feeling powerful as she descended. She was on a mission and nothing was going to stop her.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, He glared at her with hatred and she couldn't help but smirk.

'I found a football shirt to wear, I hope I look pretty for you,' Jodie said, giving him a taunting twirl and showing off her naked ass. She knew it would get under his skin.

He spat at her, 'Fuck you slut, you look fat.'

Jodie's smirk widened, 'Don't you like my ass then? 'You spent enough time in there with your small pathetic dick.'

‘Yeah, well I was faking it.'

Jodie's patience was wearing thin. She rubbed her pussy with the handle and then pushed the baseball bat against his crotch, 'You're very brave for someone in such a vulnerable situation.'

He sneered, 'What are you gonna do? Hit me with that?'

Jodie's grip on the bat tightened, 'Actually, yes. I've had enough of your bullshit.'

Without hesitation, she swung the bat as hard as she could and it connected with his nuts with a sickening crack. He screamed in pain, his face contorted in agony.

'Fuck you, you fucking bitch!' he shouted, his eyes filled with fury and fear.

Jodie chuckled, her grip tightening on the bat as she felt a sense of power over her rapist. 'I should have killed you a long time ago,' he continued, his voice cracking with emotion.

'Yeah, well you didn't, baby dick,' Jodie retorted, swinging the bat at his balls once again. 'Just so you know, the taser is upstairs charging. I'm going to punish your balls until they don't work anymore.'

The man's face paled at her words, realizing the full extent of the torture she had planned for him. His threats and insults turned to desperate pleas for mercy, but Jodie was unforgiving.

'You won't be able to rape anyone else after this,' she said, her voice cold and determined. 'And it won't matter if your balls work or not, because I'm going to cut them off when I'm finished with you.'

She swung the bat once again, reveling in the satisfying thud as it connected with his vulnerable area. She had endured weeks of pain and trauma at the hands of this man, and now it was her turn to take control.

He spat at her and called her a 'fucking psycho bitch'. Jodie smiled, a cold and calculating smile, and replied, 'Oh, now I'm the psychopath? Well let me show you what this psycho bitch can do.'

With that, she started to swing the bat forcefully, hitting him on every part of his body. She could see the fear in his eyes and hear the pain in his voice, and it only fuelled her anger and hatred towards him.

She started to ram the bat up his fat ass, screaming hatred at him with every thrust and twist. Jodie had never felt such a rush of power and control, and she relished in it. The man begged for mercy, but Jodie showed him none. She wanted him to feel the same pain and fear that she had endured.

She noticed him getting hard during the process and she said in disgust, 'You're fucking enjoying this, aren't you? You sick, gay fuck.' Her voice was filled with hatred and anger, 'I will give you something to fucking enjoy.'

But the man only spat at her. 'Fuck you, you psycho bitch. Trying to hide his pain and fear.

Jodie's grip on the bat tightened as she pushed it deeper into his ass. She wanted to make him pay for what he had done to her, for the pain he had caused.

The bat was lodged tightly up his ass, but she pulled it out with one forceful tug and started to rub it into his face, forcing him to suck on it.

This was her payback for every time he raped her in her ass and forced her to suck his dick afterwards. Jodie dropped the bat and silently walked back upstairs while he was groaning in pain and begging for his life.

Jodie slammed the door shut as she walked back down in the basement clutching a pack of beer, her black leather boots echoing in the basement. She couldn't stop her smirk from growing wider as she saw the fear and desperation in the old man's eyes.

'I found these boots in your bedroom, are they for when you cross dress for other men? Well, we know you like it in the ass now don't we?' She cackled.

The old man grunted and clenched his jaws, a feeble attempt to intimidate her with his gaze. But Jodie wasn't afraid anymore. Her smug smirk only grew wider.

‘Those are my beers you thieving little bitch’.

'Oh grandad, you really shouldn't drink so much at your age,' Jodie taunted, cracking open a can and taking a sip. 'You know what they say, alcohol is not good for your health.'

'You know what grandad?' she asked, taking another sip of her beer. 'I wouldn't worry about those beers. You won't be needing them where you're going.'

The old man snarled and shifted uncomfortably in his chains. Jodie could see the fear in his eyes and it fueled her rage even more. She had the power now, and she was going to make him pay.

The old man scoffed, 'You haven't got the balls to kill me, you stupid little bitch.'

Jodie laughed, 'You're right, I never had balls. But I will soon, when I cut yours off.'

She could see the fear in his eyes turn into pure rage as he snarled at her, 'Fuck you slut.'

Jodie's expression remained unchanged as she replied calmly, 'Why are you being hostile again? You were begging for your life like a little girl just ten minutes ago. And I'm tired of that word slut. Why does it make me a slut when it was you who treated me that way? If anything, you're the slut for doing the things you did to me. You're a slut, a big fat ugly slut. And why do men try to belittle us by calling us sluts? You men love sluts. Every time I hear the word slut from your filthy mouth, I will punish you and torture you for even longer.'

The old man spat at her in a futile attempt to intimidate her and called her a ‘Slut!’.

Jodie's blood boiled at his words and she necked down her beer, feeling the rage consume her. She wanted to hurt him, wanted to make him feel the pain and humiliation she felt when he took advantage of her.

With a wicked smile, Jodie advanced towards him, her black high heel boots making a menacing sound against the concrete floor. 'You're a rapist, a fat bastard, a pedophile. And you're going to pay for what you did to me.'

The old man's eyes widened in fear as Jodie aimed her foot right at his groin and kicked with all her strength. She let out a savage laugh as he cried and begged for her to stop. But she didn't. She kept kicking, letting out all her pent-up anger and pain.

The old man spat at her, his words laced with hate. 'You're nothing but a whore, a slag, a tramp. Without hesitation, she kept on kicking him with all her might. The sharp heel of her boot connected with his groin, and he let out a guttural scream. But Jodie didn't stop there. She relentlessly kicked and stomped on his balls, fueled by weeks of pain and anger.

Tears streamed down the old man's face as he called her every name in the book, threatening to kill her and rape her again.

Jodie's blood boiled even more. 'You want to call me a slut?' She screamed, her voice dripping with venom. 'You want to threaten to kill me and rape me again? Well, this is what you deserve, you sick bastard!'

The old man only laughed, taunting her. 'You loved it, didn't you? You were begging for more, you little slut. You wanted it.' Jodie's hands curled into fists as she took a swig of beer, her body shaking with rage. She paced around the old man, her black high heel boots tapping on the cold concrete floor.

But his tone changed again as Jodie showed no signs of stopping. He begged for her to stop, promised to never lay a hand on her again. But Jodie wasn't finished. She wanted to crush his pathetic balls, to make him feel the pain that he had inflicted upon her. And she did just that.

With every kick, she imagined all the ways he had violated her, all the moments she had felt powerless and terrified. And she channeled that anger into each blow, until the old man’s balls were leaking with blood as he hanged, writhing in agony.

'What she did next, she even questioned her own sanity,' Jodie's voice echoed in the dimly-lit room. 'But he brought this on himself.' And while some may question her actions, she knew she had to do this, or she would regret it forever.

Without a moment's hesitation, Jodie retrieved a wine glass from a nearby shelf and placed it on the floor. She then squatted over it, her anger and disgust fueling her every move. The old man watched in horror as Jodie filled the glass with her own urine, The sound of urine hitting the glass echoed through the basement, her eyes never leaving the old man's face. She could see the realization in his eyes as he watched her piss fill up the glass.

Jodie then started to masturbate the old man's swollen dick, making him ejaculate into the piss-filled glass. She taunted him as she violently tugged on his cock.

'You better enjoy this orgasm,' Jodie sneered, 'because it's the last one you're ever going to have.’

She then grabbed a pair of scissors and held them to the old man's saggy testicles. With a cruel smile, she applied just enough pressure to cause him pain, making sure he knew that this was only the beginning of his punishment.

'You drink every last fucking drop of this, you fat cunt,' she spat, 'or I'm going to cut off your worthless fucking balls, this is payback for every time you pissed in my mouth, used me as a human toilet and forced me to eat your dirty, disgusting cum.'

Before the old man could even comprehend what was happening, Jodie forced him to drink the piss and cum mixture, her deranged voice ringing in his ears. She taunted him as she forced him to drink it all, enjoying the sight of him squirming in disgust and humiliation.

Jodie sat down with a smug satisfied grin as she looked at the broken pathetic excuse of a man whimpering in front of her as she chopped the air with the scissors.

'Do you know what's going to happen now, old man?' Jodie said, her voice laced with venom. ‘I’m going to cut off your disgusting balls and then I’m going to go home and leave you to bleed to death.

Trembling with fear, the old man begged for mercy. 'I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Jodie. Please, have mercy on me,' he pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

But Jodie's heart was hardened, the pain and trauma she had endured at the hands of this man had turned her into a vengeful and cruel woman. She slowly traced the sharp blade of her scissors along the old man's face, causing small cuts to appear. She leaned in close to him and whispered, 'You see, I have nothing to lose. And as for you, well, you have everything to lose.'

The old man's eyes widened in terror as she brought the scissors closer to his dick. He knew what was coming next, and he could feel his heart racing with fear. He tried to pull away, but the chains held him in place.

Suddenly, he felt a warm liquid trickling down his legs, and he realized he had urinated on himself. Jodie laughed cruelly, calling him a filthy pig. With a swift move, she plunged the scissors into the old man's groin, the sound of his agonized screams echoing throughout the basement. Jodie smiled to herself, but she wasn't finished yet. She took a deep breath and cut off the old man's balls, relishing in his screams and pleas for mercy. Then she walked out of the basement, leaving the old man to bleed to death.

Once Jodie was home and her family knew she was safe, the police launched a full investigation into her involvement in the heinous crimes that had occurred. With overwhelming evidence, Jodie was sentenced to prison for manslaughter. But instead of being sent to a federal prison, she was sectioned under the mental health act and was placed in a mental hospital.

Jodie's life took a turn for the worse as she spent the next fifteen years being constantly groomed by the female staff preparing her to get abused and raped by the male guards in the hospital. Her pleas for help fell on deaf ears as the guards used their power and authority to silence her.

But just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, the bombing from Sky-Sex happened. It was a catastrophic event that shook the world and wiped out millions of lives in its first wave. Jodie was one of the casualties, along with countless others who perished.

This is the end of Jodie’s story, She was sperminated and lived a horrible life, but deep down, she didn’t regret for a single second the revenge she inflicted on that perverted, sick rapist.