The Uncatchable Rapist
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
12,803
Reviews:
29
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Uncatchable Rapist
This story started as a dream I had about four years ago. It's completely fictional.
There will be rape, necrophilia, and much damage.
Enjoy. R&R PLEASE??
Jason sat on a bucket in the shadows, watching his next victim. The wind was blowing hard this night, and it hid all the noise he made. He himself was hidden among trees and other asorted plants. His victim was walking from her parked blue Nissan to her house, which was a two story victorian.
She wore a sleek black dress that showed off her very plump cleavage, and most of her legs. The dress stopped halfway between her wasit and her knees. Obviously, she was trying to get men to look at her. Jason saw light reflect from her wrist, which meant she was wearing jewlery.
He had been studying Laura Withall for almost three weeks now. He had her schedual down to a 't', and tomorrow night he would break in by using the key under her 'Welcome' mat. He would then hide in her closet, which she went to everynight before she went to bed; when she opened it, she would see nothing out of the ordinary. He would hide as far in as he could, and then grab her as she turned around.
He shivered at his imagination of what he would do to her after he made her afraid enough to listen to his every command.
Closing his eyes, leaning back against a fence, he reached down and unzipped his black jeans, enjoying the night's tickling breeze on his very erect penis. He started rubbing it, imagining Laura crying beneath him as he pounded himself into her cunt, pulling on her hair so he could thrust as hard as he wanted. His mind wandered onto other things as he masturbated, the wind making him climax sooner than he normally would have without it.
Drained of energy, he rested a few minutes before zipping himself back up. He stood up then, and made sure he had no dirt or leaves on his clothing; even though he was gonna burn them after he raped her, he was very cautios. Laura Withall was going to be his sixteenth victim, and so far, he had not made a single mistake. Hopefully, he could reach his goal of one-hundred and fifty women before he was caught.
After he was sure he had left all trace of his location where he stood, he walked the twelve blocks to his parked car, which happened to be a Porche 911 Turbo. He got into it, put it in gear, and drove of, driving perfectly according to the laws. His home was about twenty miles away.
When he pulled into his drive-way, he noted it was almost midnight. He would have to pass out almost instantly if he wanted to keep to his schedual. Tomorrow he would meat with one of his clients, then talk to the local PD, and a few prisioners, and get home again around eight. He would spend an hour planning for his night's excursion, and then rape Larua Withall. He grinned as he unlocked the door to his home, and looked back outside before he closed the door.
Tomorrow, he would show the beast within.
There will be rape, necrophilia, and much damage.
Enjoy. R&R PLEASE??
Jason sat on a bucket in the shadows, watching his next victim. The wind was blowing hard this night, and it hid all the noise he made. He himself was hidden among trees and other asorted plants. His victim was walking from her parked blue Nissan to her house, which was a two story victorian.
She wore a sleek black dress that showed off her very plump cleavage, and most of her legs. The dress stopped halfway between her wasit and her knees. Obviously, she was trying to get men to look at her. Jason saw light reflect from her wrist, which meant she was wearing jewlery.
He had been studying Laura Withall for almost three weeks now. He had her schedual down to a 't', and tomorrow night he would break in by using the key under her 'Welcome' mat. He would then hide in her closet, which she went to everynight before she went to bed; when she opened it, she would see nothing out of the ordinary. He would hide as far in as he could, and then grab her as she turned around.
He shivered at his imagination of what he would do to her after he made her afraid enough to listen to his every command.
Closing his eyes, leaning back against a fence, he reached down and unzipped his black jeans, enjoying the night's tickling breeze on his very erect penis. He started rubbing it, imagining Laura crying beneath him as he pounded himself into her cunt, pulling on her hair so he could thrust as hard as he wanted. His mind wandered onto other things as he masturbated, the wind making him climax sooner than he normally would have without it.
Drained of energy, he rested a few minutes before zipping himself back up. He stood up then, and made sure he had no dirt or leaves on his clothing; even though he was gonna burn them after he raped her, he was very cautios. Laura Withall was going to be his sixteenth victim, and so far, he had not made a single mistake. Hopefully, he could reach his goal of one-hundred and fifty women before he was caught.
After he was sure he had left all trace of his location where he stood, he walked the twelve blocks to his parked car, which happened to be a Porche 911 Turbo. He got into it, put it in gear, and drove of, driving perfectly according to the laws. His home was about twenty miles away.
When he pulled into his drive-way, he noted it was almost midnight. He would have to pass out almost instantly if he wanted to keep to his schedual. Tomorrow he would meat with one of his clients, then talk to the local PD, and a few prisioners, and get home again around eight. He would spend an hour planning for his night's excursion, and then rape Larua Withall. He grinned as he unlocked the door to his home, and looked back outside before he closed the door.
Tomorrow, he would show the beast within.