The Uncatchable Rapist
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
12,802
Reviews:
29
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The First Encounter Part One
Jason awoke to his alarm-clock at exactly eight in the morning. He reached over and pressed the 'Snooze' button, allowing himself fifteen more minutes of sleep. After the snooze alarm rang, he got out of bed and stretched.
Grabbing a pair of boxers, and a short-sleeve T-shirt, he walked into his bathroom, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. His bathroom was a big room, with cream-colored walls, and a cream and light-red mosaic tile floor. He had a large bathtub, which he rarely used, usually his sister used it. Jason looked at his shower, and sighed happily. It was a square, with small jets all over, even some coming out of the ground.
Putting his clothes on the towel rack, he turned on the hot-water in his shower, and stepped in, moaning as the thirty-one jets sprayed, splashed, and cleansed his body. He let the water soak him good before he grabbed his luffa and the bar of soap, and began washing himself.
Thirty minutes, and he was satisfied. Turning off the water, he used his hands to push the hair out of his face. Grabbing a towel, he dried himself off, before putting on the clothes he brought into the bathroom with him. He brushed his teeth, flossed, used mouth-wash, and brushed his hair. He did have an appearence to keep afterall.
Walking out of the bathroom, he went back into his bedroom, and put on his gray suit, one of his favorites. Making sure he looked dazzling in his stand-mirrior, he combed his short brown-black hair. He was ready, now time to eat breakfast.
He walked down to his kitchen, where his sister Jessie, bless her soul, was preparing pancakes, scrambled eggs, and toast.
"Jess, what's in your planner for the day," he casually asked as he sat himself on the island table.
"Nothing much, bro. I got school today, like normal," she was only seventeen. "Other than that, just a movie-date with Sarah, and Leslie."
"Cool, cool. I myself am gonna be swamped. Got to meet a client in, oh," Jason looked at his watch, "two hours. Then, gotta do some crap-paper-work, listen to a lecture from Prof. Descon, and then have to go out to dinner with the brass. Sadly, you wont see me until well after one am, most likely."
"Aww, but friday's are our nights, Jas!" She frowned at him, putting his plate of masterfully cooked breakfast in front of him.
"I know, I know, tomorrow, okay? Promise!" He smiled at her lovingly.
****
Jason walked into the prison cell, where one of his clients was. 'God', he thought, 'this is gonna take forever'.
He would simply ask questions, receieve vauge answers, and be expected to defend him in the courtroom. He hated stupid criminals. 'Specially guys like Nate Burrows, the client he was talking to now. Nate had robbed a gook-mart, killed two people, and raped a school-teacher of sixty-three years. He hated freaks. He himself tried to be civil to his rape victims, at the very least.
****
Walking to the limo with his boss, already to goto dinner, Jason was pleased to know they were going to a Bar & Grill. The brass would drink enough to knock out a heard of rhinos. Perfect for him, since he would leave after the four brass were drunk-stoned.
Once at the restaurant, he ordered a well-cooked stake, and a Sam Adams light-beer. Laughing at the appropiate times, and putting forth his opinions when he was asked, but his main attention was on the woman he would fuck in just a little bit. His adrenaline was maxed out, and all he could think about was Laura Withall.
****
Walking out the backdoor to the Bar & Grill, he caught a cab to an open-bar, and walked slowly towards it until the cab was out of sight. Then he walked towards Laura's home, four, maybe five blocks away.
She wasn't home yet, which made him sigh with relief. He thought he might have been late. Thanking his luck, good as it was. He slid himself in the shadows, back to his first hiding spot. He took the lid of the bucket, and put on the black slacks, shirt, and mask it held. Tugging on the cloves, and putting the shoes on, he was dressed completely different He walked up, hiding in the shadows. He slunk up to her porch, lifted the mat, and withdrew the key from it's hiding place.
He opened the door, walked in, closed it, and re-locked it. Placing the key in his pocket, he walked up-stairs. and quickly hid himself in the closet, for he heard the door being unlocked. He had just made it.
He pushed the clothes gently out of his way, walking to the side and crouching. He waited. He waited, and waited more. His breathe kept getting faster due to his excitement.
After what seemed like an eternity, Laura opened the closet door, already stripped to bra and panties. She grabbed a short-pink night-gown, and turned around.
And thats when he jumped from behind her, covered her mouth.
"Laura, I am here to rape you. If you listen to what I say, you will stay alive, and you will never, ever have to see, or hear me again. But if you disobey me just once, I shoot you in the leg. The second time you disobey, I shoot you in the stomache. Third time, you die, and then I rape you anyways." He said softly, perfectly calm, and showed her the 22mm silver semi-automatic pistol he carried.
She started crying, but she nodded very slightly. The calm in his voice as he told her what was going to happen always scared them.
****
And that concludeds chapter 2. In the next chapter, expect a very, very lemony rape scene.
R&R Please?
Grabbing a pair of boxers, and a short-sleeve T-shirt, he walked into his bathroom, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. His bathroom was a big room, with cream-colored walls, and a cream and light-red mosaic tile floor. He had a large bathtub, which he rarely used, usually his sister used it. Jason looked at his shower, and sighed happily. It was a square, with small jets all over, even some coming out of the ground.
Putting his clothes on the towel rack, he turned on the hot-water in his shower, and stepped in, moaning as the thirty-one jets sprayed, splashed, and cleansed his body. He let the water soak him good before he grabbed his luffa and the bar of soap, and began washing himself.
Thirty minutes, and he was satisfied. Turning off the water, he used his hands to push the hair out of his face. Grabbing a towel, he dried himself off, before putting on the clothes he brought into the bathroom with him. He brushed his teeth, flossed, used mouth-wash, and brushed his hair. He did have an appearence to keep afterall.
Walking out of the bathroom, he went back into his bedroom, and put on his gray suit, one of his favorites. Making sure he looked dazzling in his stand-mirrior, he combed his short brown-black hair. He was ready, now time to eat breakfast.
He walked down to his kitchen, where his sister Jessie, bless her soul, was preparing pancakes, scrambled eggs, and toast.
"Jess, what's in your planner for the day," he casually asked as he sat himself on the island table.
"Nothing much, bro. I got school today, like normal," she was only seventeen. "Other than that, just a movie-date with Sarah, and Leslie."
"Cool, cool. I myself am gonna be swamped. Got to meet a client in, oh," Jason looked at his watch, "two hours. Then, gotta do some crap-paper-work, listen to a lecture from Prof. Descon, and then have to go out to dinner with the brass. Sadly, you wont see me until well after one am, most likely."
"Aww, but friday's are our nights, Jas!" She frowned at him, putting his plate of masterfully cooked breakfast in front of him.
"I know, I know, tomorrow, okay? Promise!" He smiled at her lovingly.
****
Jason walked into the prison cell, where one of his clients was. 'God', he thought, 'this is gonna take forever'.
He would simply ask questions, receieve vauge answers, and be expected to defend him in the courtroom. He hated stupid criminals. 'Specially guys like Nate Burrows, the client he was talking to now. Nate had robbed a gook-mart, killed two people, and raped a school-teacher of sixty-three years. He hated freaks. He himself tried to be civil to his rape victims, at the very least.
****
Walking to the limo with his boss, already to goto dinner, Jason was pleased to know they were going to a Bar & Grill. The brass would drink enough to knock out a heard of rhinos. Perfect for him, since he would leave after the four brass were drunk-stoned.
Once at the restaurant, he ordered a well-cooked stake, and a Sam Adams light-beer. Laughing at the appropiate times, and putting forth his opinions when he was asked, but his main attention was on the woman he would fuck in just a little bit. His adrenaline was maxed out, and all he could think about was Laura Withall.
****
Walking out the backdoor to the Bar & Grill, he caught a cab to an open-bar, and walked slowly towards it until the cab was out of sight. Then he walked towards Laura's home, four, maybe five blocks away.
She wasn't home yet, which made him sigh with relief. He thought he might have been late. Thanking his luck, good as it was. He slid himself in the shadows, back to his first hiding spot. He took the lid of the bucket, and put on the black slacks, shirt, and mask it held. Tugging on the cloves, and putting the shoes on, he was dressed completely different He walked up, hiding in the shadows. He slunk up to her porch, lifted the mat, and withdrew the key from it's hiding place.
He opened the door, walked in, closed it, and re-locked it. Placing the key in his pocket, he walked up-stairs. and quickly hid himself in the closet, for he heard the door being unlocked. He had just made it.
He pushed the clothes gently out of his way, walking to the side and crouching. He waited. He waited, and waited more. His breathe kept getting faster due to his excitement.
After what seemed like an eternity, Laura opened the closet door, already stripped to bra and panties. She grabbed a short-pink night-gown, and turned around.
And thats when he jumped from behind her, covered her mouth.
"Laura, I am here to rape you. If you listen to what I say, you will stay alive, and you will never, ever have to see, or hear me again. But if you disobey me just once, I shoot you in the leg. The second time you disobey, I shoot you in the stomache. Third time, you die, and then I rape you anyways." He said softly, perfectly calm, and showed her the 22mm silver semi-automatic pistol he carried.
She started crying, but she nodded very slightly. The calm in his voice as he told her what was going to happen always scared them.
****
And that concludeds chapter 2. In the next chapter, expect a very, very lemony rape scene.
R&R Please?