**Revenge in the Park Bathroom**

It had been six months since she dumped me, and I never got over the anger. Then, on a shitty Tuesday night, fate decided to throw me a bone—or rather, throw *her* at me. I was cutting through the park on my way home when I spotted her stumbling out of some bar, drunk and alone. Rachel. My ex. The one who’d left me for some douchebag from her office.

She was wobbling toward the public restrooms near the fountain, her short skirt riding up, her heels clicking unsteadily on the pavement. I followed, my pulse kicking up as I watched her vanish into the women’s side. The park was dead, just a few stragglers too far away to notice anything.

I waited outside, listening to her retch into a toilet, then pushed the door open. The filthy bathroom smelled like piss and bleach. Rachel was hunched over a stall, her hair tangled, her cheeks flushed. When she turned and saw me, her eyes went wide.

“Wha—*Jason*?” she slurred.

I didn’t answer. Just stepped forward, grabbed her by the wrist, and twisted it behind her back. She yelped, her body swaying, too drunk to fight.

“You remember how you humiliated me?” I growled into her ear. “How you made me feel like trash?”

She whimpered, the sound turning me on more than it should’ve. I shoved her against the stall door, yanked her skirt up, and pulled her panties down to her ankles. Her ass was bare, soft, and pale under the flickering fluorescent lights.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” I said, fishing the zip ties from my pocket.

She tried to struggle, but I forced her arms back, binding her wrists together. Another tie around her ankles. Then I grabbed her hair and forced her to her knees. Her lips trembled, her breath hot and uneven.

“Open your mouth,” I ordered.

She shook her head, but I gripped her jaw and pried it open. My cock was already hard, straining against my jeans. I unzipped, shoved them down, and slapped my dick across her face.

“Remember this?” I smirked. “Bet your new guy doesn’t fuck you half as good.”

Before she could answer, I pushed my cock into her mouth. She gagged, her throat clenching, saliva dripping down her chin. I grabbed the back of her head and fucked her face hard, making her choke, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“That’s right,” I grunted. “You’re just a fucking hole now.”

When I pulled out, her lips were slick, her makeup smeared. I dragged her over to the toilet, forcing her head down toward the bowl. The water was murky, the stench of piss thick in the air.

“Lick it,” I demanded.

She tried to pull away, so I shoved her face into the rim.

“*Lick it.*”

With a sob, she obeyed, her tongue dragging along the filthy porcelain. The sight of my ex—once so proud, now groveling—made my dick twitch.

“Good girl,” I taunted. “Now stick your head in.”

She hesitated, but I pressed down, dunking her face into the bowl. She gasped as water splashed, her hair soaking. I held her there, watching her struggle, then yanked her back up.

“Now,” I said, unbuckling my belt, “you’re gonna be my toilet.”

Her eyes widened, but I didn’t give her a choice. I pissed right into her open mouth, watching her throat bob as she swallowed. Some of it spilled down her chin, onto her tits, her ruined blouse.

When I was done, I unbottled a water bottle from my bag and forced her to rinse. Then I flipped her onto her stomach, her ass in the air, and spread her cheeks.

“You better beg,” I said, slapping her cunt.

She moaned, squirming, her pussy already wet. Traitorous bitch.

I spat on her asshole, then pushed two fingers into her tight little hole. She cried out, her body tensing.

“You like that?” I sneered, twisting my fingers. “Bet your new boyfriend never fucked you here.”

She didn’t answer, but her hips rocked back, needy.

I lined up my cock and shoved into her ass in one brutal thrust. She screamed, her nails scraping the stall door. I didn’t slow down. Just pounded her raw, my balls slapping against her soaked pussy. Her moans echoed off the tile walls, the sound filthy.

When I came, I pulled out and yanked her head back, coating her face with thick streaks. She gasped, her tongue darting out to taste it.

Then I cut her free and left her there—half-naked, shaking, and covered in filth.

Revenge tasted *so* fucking sweet.