Welcome back to the A to Z blog hop and my challenge to write an original free erotic short for each letter of the alphabet (fair warning, I may skip one or two letters – is that cheating?) The catch is every single sentence must have a least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter. I just hope you all will forgive me if I use the same word a few times due to my alphabetical limitations. 🙂  Today I’m bringing you a nice little story of good old fashioned revenge.
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J is for Jaded Justice
Julia pulled the faux-fur collar of her jacket up around her neck in an attempt to block out the cold January wind. She’d been waiting outside the judicial building over an hour for the jerk to exit. It galled her to stand by and watch the joke of jury members streaming out of the building. Their jovial voices carried across the street as the horde of women congratulated themselves on a job well done.   It made her want to jump in her jeep and run them all over.
The judge came out next. His jezebel mistress joined him as he jumped in his Jaguar and they sped off to points unknown. Julia had investigated Judge Johnson thoroughly during the trial when it became apparent justice was not going to be done. She had enough juice on the good judge to ruin not only his marriage, but also his twenty-five year career on the bench if it came to it.   The judge’s future depended on how the rest of this January night played out.
Finally, just after five, James Jackson himself stepped out onto the courthouse steps. He was joined by his prick of a lawyer. The two jerks looked joyous as they congratulated each other on their triumph over the judge and jury by convincing them that he hadn’t sexually assaulted Julia at last June’s company picnic.
Her memories were jarred back to that night when he’d not only brutally raped her, but he’d taken joy in restraining and belting her until she was reduced to a jumbled mess. And now, just because the asshole was handsome and had enough money to buy a jury, Julia was forced to walk away empty-handed.
She had lost her job first. At her initial report of the owner’s atrocious behavior, the junior HR assistant had been instructed to cut Julia loose without any justification.
Next she’d lost her engagement to Jerry, who had believed the ridiculous rumors that Julia was fired because her long-time affair with James had come to an end.   With her fiancé went their shared apartment and the Jetta he’d given her as an engagement present leaving her to drive an old jalopy of a jeep her brother had lying around.
The court case was supposed to bring her justice, but instead it brought more of the same injustice. Luckily, she realized early on that James Jackson had too much money and power to ever beat him fair and square.
Julia watched the newly acquitted jerk jump in the back of his waiting limo and drive away. She had become so jaded that she had to remember that if all went well, by this time tomorrow, she’d be laying on a beach in Jamaica, her bank account full, and James Jackson would be wishing the jury had left his ass in jail.
She tailed the jet-black car until it pulled into the circle driveway of his spacious home in Jersey City.   She was lucky it wasn’t a gated community, and that James lived alone, or the jig might have been up.   Julia parked the jeep down the street, grabbing the duffle with all the tools she needed, and walked back in time to see the limo driving away.
She boldly walked up the front walk and, before she could lose her nerve, she jabbed the doorbell. Julia’s hand gripped the powerful stun gun nestled in the pocket of her winter jacket.
She jumped with surprise when he opened the door almost immediately. He wore a joyous grin as he recognized his visitor. “Well Julia, baby, I didn’t expect to see you again so soon. Did you come to congratulate me on my victorious judgment today?”
Her legs felt like jelly. It took him reaching to touch her to jerk her into action.   The powerful stun gun was heavy in her hand as she jutted it out and squeezed the trigger.   A strong electrical jolt coursed through James Jackson’s body as she held the weapon against his bare skin for several seconds until he crumpled to the floor. The frantic look in his eyes was almost justice enough for Julia.   For the first time ever, James wasn’t the one in charge – and he knew it.
Julia had plotted her revenge carefully. She shoved the incapacitated James into the foyer, closing and locking the door. She knew the powerful jolt she’d delivered would only give her about ten minutes, so she wasted no time dragging his limp body across the marble floor into the nearby great room.   She jeered down at him on the trip to his large coffee table – a table very similar to the one the sadist had tied her to before he whipped her.
Just as he started to jostle his arms, she wrestled him face down across the low table, pulling the jute rope from her duffle and quickly securing his arms and legs spread eagle to the four corners.   Julia heaved a sigh of relief having him immobilized, giving her the time she needed to take her jacket off and unpack the tools she brought with her.   She carefully placed the items she’d brought in his line of site just as he’d done to her on that fateful night.
James regained his speech, “You fucking bitch, Julia. You’re going to jail for this.”
A strange calm invaded as she realized the time for indecision was past, and she set her jaw as she moved into action.
The sharp, jagged knife was her first weapon. James’ face filled with fear as she approached him with the jewel-studded blade.   After removing his belt, she went to work cutting every fiber of clothing from his body before jamming the knife back into the duffle. As much as she hated him, she admired the jerk’s athletic body and manly appendage jutting out between his spread legs resting against the table. Despite the electric jolt, his cock was already expanding and Julia found that amusing.
“I see you’re enjoying having our roles reversed, James. What was it you told me in June just after you had me tied and naked?   I think it was ‘you’re gonna just love losing control.’ How’s it feeling so far, you jerk?”
She didn’t wait for his answer before reaching to pull the same jet-black leather belt he had whipped her with from his pile of shredded clothes.     His eyes flashed with recognition of her intention, but to his credit James remained quiet.
Her first strike of his belt against his ass cracked loud in the room and he jerked his body trying to escape. Julia had practiced at home for hours, perfecting her aim so she could deliver the exact justice to her former boss that he had delivered to her that fateful night. He had whipped her just long enough to cover her body from mid-back to knees with welts, stopping in time to ensure no permanent proof of his abuse would remain after he released her the next day.
Julia had no such constraints as she rained the belt on him until he cried out for mercy, jerking his body against the ropes in an attempt to get away.   She didn’t stop until her arm was worn out, leaving his back, ass, and legs crimson.
She picked up the jar of petroleum jelly along with the fat dildo next. That was when James finally broke into a screaming rant as he realized she was reenacting the night of his crime. “Fuck sending you to jail – I’m going to kill you! You’ve lost your mind if you think you’re going to jam that thing inside me.”
She had expected to get great joy from seeing his pain, but Julia’s stomach lurched with disgust as she realized if she sodomized him, she’d be no better than her rapist. As tempting as it was to hear James screaming as she had when he had brutalized her, Julia was more concerned with looking herself in the mirror with peace every day once she got to Jamaica.
With deliberation Julia pulled the last item from her duffle bag. The laptop was already unlocked and ready for James to login to his secret bank account containing the millions he’d stolen from investors.
Julia had found many allies when she was digging up dirt against James. Being a jerk that sexually harassed every woman who worked for him created a lot of enemies. Women who were too afraid to testify were happy to share information that could put him in jail for a long time… that is if the judicial system worked that is. Julia had luckily learned early in life that if she wanted something done, she’d better do it herself.
“Here’s the deal, James. I have enough dirt on you to put you away in jail for the rest of your life. I have files, I have pictures, I have first-hand accounts from Joanna in HR and Jennifer in accounting. They may have been too afraid to testify in a judiciary court, but they’re jumping at the chance to come join me with their cameras for a front row seat as I shove this fat dildo up your ass while you scream like a little jezebel.”
The smug jeer on his face faltered.   Julia taunted him further. “Oh, and did I mention Joanna’s best friend is a journalist? You decide not to cooperate I’ll move to plan B with joy.”
“Just tell me what you want, you fucking bitch.”
Justified anger rose up as she laid it out for him. “What I want is to go back to June and have you not rape and beat me.   What I want is to be marrying my ex-fiancé Jerry next summer instead of losing my job, car, and home.” She paused, trying to contain the jumble of feelings.   Julia continued, “What I’m going to settle for is exactly half of the stolen money you jimmied from your investors into your secret bank account.”
His set jaw disclosed she’d struck gold.   James glared before erupting, “You’ve lost your mind, Julia.”
“No, James, I’m done losing. The justice system may have failed me, but I have my own definition of justice now.   I opened my own offshore account and I even have your jumbled account number so all I need is your password.”   A long minute passed where the jerk weighed his options. Only when Julia moved to pick up the jar of petroleum jelly and started lubing up the thick dildo did James buckle.
“I’m gonna kill you for this, Julia.”
“No, you won’t, James. You’ll realize you should be grateful you aren’t in jail or on the front page of the newspaper with a byline by my journalist friend and you’ll let it go.   I don’t have any more time to jockey around with you so I’ll take that password now.”
It only took five minutes to transfer just over three million dollars into Julia’s brand new fat bank account.   A light-hearted joy consumed her the second she received the confirmation in her personal email account of the successful deposit.
“Well, I’d love to stay and play with you some more, but it’s time I started my journey. Nice doing business with you today, James.”
Julia picked up the waiting stun gun and approached her prey.   The fury in his eyes was quickly doused as she jabbed the gun against the raw stripes across his ass and jolted him full of electricity until he lay limp.   It only took a minute to cut the jute rope holding him down and clean up the scene.
Julia took one last satisfied look at James’ naked and strapped body before turning to start on her new journey. Her jet to Jamaica left in four hours.
*****
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