The Rapist
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
8,789
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Story to ensue and next chapters will probably include some of the following: rape, toys, bondage, violence, D/s, anal, and possibly more graphic things… If any of this stuff bothers you, please be warned and don’t flame me for writing about it. Feel free, however, to flame me for bad writing… if you can find some ;-)
Chapter 2
“More, James, more! Give me more, baby!” she screamed under him as he plowed into her harder and harder. He couldn’t, for the life of him, remember what her name was. In the end it really didn’t matter. She was simply a release. As soon as he came he slowed down, much to her dismay. Only rarely was he interested in reciprocating. It was a lot of work for something that didn’t seem to happen very often anymore. He’d rather die than have a woman fake an orgasm for him. While some women thought that’s really what he wanted, he felt insulted.
“Baby, come back. That was amazing,” she pleaded with him as he got up and started putting on his pants.
“No, I have to get home,” he said, brushing away her reaching hand. He turned away from her and went in search of the silk shirt she had so eagerly unbuttoned and then tossed aside. When he found it, he groaned. He’d have to pay a fortune to get this thing dry-cleaned, and that would be the only way for him to get the wrinkles out of it. What was it about women and the heat of the moment?
“Bye, angel, it’s been great,” he called behind him as he left her bedroom and strolled down the stairs. Thank God he had insisted on two cars when they went back to her place; he couldn’t imagine being stranded there for the night.
On his way home he thought of his daughter, asleep in her bed, and he thought of Rose. It wasn’t too late, he decided, he’d go and watch her for a while, and if she wasn’t awake then he’d go home.
***
“Morning, James. The Big Boss stopped in earlier, said he’d like a word with you about some important case, Charlie was here about 5 minutes ago asking if next Thursday would be a good day for you and the kids to come over, and someone named ‘Alicia’ called here to let you know that you forgot to take her number, or leave yours. From what she said, it sounds like you two had some night last night…”
James shot his secretary a look and proceeded around his desk, sitting down with a finality that made her simply leave his messages on his desk and exit the office. Sighing in frustration at having to begin yet another day in his pointless job, he set about his schedule for the day at work, and after. There were a few lose ends he had to tie up, but things should go as planned and without too many problems. Well, hopefully, anyway.
***
That night at dinner he was very distracted, though his daughter barely noticed. She was going on and on about some play she had just gotten in. Normally he would be ecstatically happy for her, but tonight he just couldn’t seem to concentrate on what she was saying. He had made arrangements with his ex to bring her home earlier than usual, to which she replied that he really ought to spend as much time with his child as he could. Though he was tempted to retort that at least he’d have her back at a decent hour, he bit back his comment and decided to keep things as cordial as he possibly could.
Across from him, Hannah was bouncing up and down in her seat, coming dangerously close to getting mint chocolate chip ice cream on a sweater her mother had just bought her. Grinning in spite of himself, he reminded her that he had somewhere to be and that he had promised her Mommy he’d have her back in twenty minutes.
***
He waited for her in the parking lot, first making sure she was alone, and then picking the exact moment when she would be taken off guard. While she fumbled with her keys for her car door, he stepped out of the shadows and grabbed her, holding her arms with one hand and a handkerchief over her mouth and nose with the other. While the chloroform made him feel guilty, it made damned sure that she wouldn’t put up a fight, past the initial few minutes.
James gently put her limp form in the trunk of his stylish, rented SUV and closed the door, making sure that none of her hair got in the way. Realizing that the effects of the stuff would only last for a few minutes, he had already arranged to get a room nearby in an anonymous motel. Thank God prostitution was abundant enough in the area that no one asked too many questions when he’d requested a room, paid in cash, and used a different name.
He expertly laid her on the bed and withdrew the rope he had placed in advance on the nightstand. He tied her hands together in a knot she’d have to dislocate her thumbs to get out of, and then tied her wrists to one of the posts above her bed. Amazingly, it looked like the beds in this motel were made for such uses, so he didn’t have to think too much about what his plan of attack would be.
Next, he tied her ankles to the legs of the bed, allowing her enough room to squirm if that’s what she wished. Finally, he blindfolded her, duct-taped her mouth shut, and disappeared into the bathroom to put the finishing touches on his attire. He had never been recognized, but he didn’t want to take any chances. If the blindfold should slip, the man she would see would be of medium skin tone, large teeth, and have a Celtic cross tattoo on his chest. Glancing in the mirror, he congratulated himself on his amazing thoughtfulness. James had had a few close calls in the past, but this one, he felt, would be perfect.
Rose was just starting to wake up. He could hear the sounds of her squirming from outside the open bathroom door. Coming out to look at her, appraisingly, he couldn’t help but get hard. She was the image of helplessness, and she hadn’t yet noticed his presence. Of course, she must be scared witless; and while maybe she had an inkling of how she got there in the first place, there was really nothing she could do about it now.
“I hope you like the place,” he started, and she jerked still at his voice. “I picked it out just for you, you know. Just close enough to the hospital that I could come get you when the time was right.”
Rose mumbled something in response, something he assumed he wouldn’t be pleased to hear, so he ignored it. Moving to the base of the bed, he reached out and started stroking the little patch of skin visible right above her ankle. As soon as she felt his touch, she tried to move away from it. It was futile, and she quickly realized it, finally coming to a rest and enduring his spider-like touch.
“I already know that you won’t enjoy this nearly as much as I will, but know that I will not hurt you unless you do something to anger me.”
Snarling at this, James saw Rose’s face contort and writhe in a way that could only mean she doubted what he was saying.
“Well,” he chuckled, “whether or not you believe me is beside the point. That is my policy and I stick to it. I will, however, enjoy it either way you decide to behave. It will be my great pleasure to punish you.” As he said this he had moved his hand farther up her leg, and under her denim pants. Her legs, he noticed, were slightly prickly and her skin was amazingly soft. Rose cringed as the hand continued to travel and his cold hands delved under her clothing.
Suddenly, he stopped, and she tensed in anticipation. She heard him shuffle about a little bit and then come back to the bed, felt it shift with his weight, then felt him grab her pant leg again. The sound of slicing came next, as he slowly cut through her jeans and left her warm skin exposed to the air in the room. Goosebumps quickly rose, and James admired her skin for a moment before continuing his ministrations.
Stopping just below her crotch, he switched to the other leg. Breathing heavily, now, and his erection nearly splitting his pants open, it took all the effort he had not to speed up the process to self gratification. This was his favorite part—the anticipation.
James sat back a moment and looked at his work, absorbing the moment and how it was affecting Rose. When he was satisfied that the image of her shivering and scared, tied to the bed, was firmly in his mind, he turned to her shirt, splitting it up the middle. Peeling it back from her skin, he was amazed to find that under her shirt was a sheer bra, the pink color leaving nothing to the imagination. He was also amused to find her nipples were trying to poke themselves through the cloth. Perhaps this was turning her on, too? He thought about that for a moment. How exciting…
Chapter 2
“More, James, more! Give me more, baby!” she screamed under him as he plowed into her harder and harder. He couldn’t, for the life of him, remember what her name was. In the end it really didn’t matter. She was simply a release. As soon as he came he slowed down, much to her dismay. Only rarely was he interested in reciprocating. It was a lot of work for something that didn’t seem to happen very often anymore. He’d rather die than have a woman fake an orgasm for him. While some women thought that’s really what he wanted, he felt insulted.
“Baby, come back. That was amazing,” she pleaded with him as he got up and started putting on his pants.
“No, I have to get home,” he said, brushing away her reaching hand. He turned away from her and went in search of the silk shirt she had so eagerly unbuttoned and then tossed aside. When he found it, he groaned. He’d have to pay a fortune to get this thing dry-cleaned, and that would be the only way for him to get the wrinkles out of it. What was it about women and the heat of the moment?
“Bye, angel, it’s been great,” he called behind him as he left her bedroom and strolled down the stairs. Thank God he had insisted on two cars when they went back to her place; he couldn’t imagine being stranded there for the night.
On his way home he thought of his daughter, asleep in her bed, and he thought of Rose. It wasn’t too late, he decided, he’d go and watch her for a while, and if she wasn’t awake then he’d go home.
***
“Morning, James. The Big Boss stopped in earlier, said he’d like a word with you about some important case, Charlie was here about 5 minutes ago asking if next Thursday would be a good day for you and the kids to come over, and someone named ‘Alicia’ called here to let you know that you forgot to take her number, or leave yours. From what she said, it sounds like you two had some night last night…”
James shot his secretary a look and proceeded around his desk, sitting down with a finality that made her simply leave his messages on his desk and exit the office. Sighing in frustration at having to begin yet another day in his pointless job, he set about his schedule for the day at work, and after. There were a few lose ends he had to tie up, but things should go as planned and without too many problems. Well, hopefully, anyway.
***
That night at dinner he was very distracted, though his daughter barely noticed. She was going on and on about some play she had just gotten in. Normally he would be ecstatically happy for her, but tonight he just couldn’t seem to concentrate on what she was saying. He had made arrangements with his ex to bring her home earlier than usual, to which she replied that he really ought to spend as much time with his child as he could. Though he was tempted to retort that at least he’d have her back at a decent hour, he bit back his comment and decided to keep things as cordial as he possibly could.
Across from him, Hannah was bouncing up and down in her seat, coming dangerously close to getting mint chocolate chip ice cream on a sweater her mother had just bought her. Grinning in spite of himself, he reminded her that he had somewhere to be and that he had promised her Mommy he’d have her back in twenty minutes.
***
He waited for her in the parking lot, first making sure she was alone, and then picking the exact moment when she would be taken off guard. While she fumbled with her keys for her car door, he stepped out of the shadows and grabbed her, holding her arms with one hand and a handkerchief over her mouth and nose with the other. While the chloroform made him feel guilty, it made damned sure that she wouldn’t put up a fight, past the initial few minutes.
James gently put her limp form in the trunk of his stylish, rented SUV and closed the door, making sure that none of her hair got in the way. Realizing that the effects of the stuff would only last for a few minutes, he had already arranged to get a room nearby in an anonymous motel. Thank God prostitution was abundant enough in the area that no one asked too many questions when he’d requested a room, paid in cash, and used a different name.
He expertly laid her on the bed and withdrew the rope he had placed in advance on the nightstand. He tied her hands together in a knot she’d have to dislocate her thumbs to get out of, and then tied her wrists to one of the posts above her bed. Amazingly, it looked like the beds in this motel were made for such uses, so he didn’t have to think too much about what his plan of attack would be.
Next, he tied her ankles to the legs of the bed, allowing her enough room to squirm if that’s what she wished. Finally, he blindfolded her, duct-taped her mouth shut, and disappeared into the bathroom to put the finishing touches on his attire. He had never been recognized, but he didn’t want to take any chances. If the blindfold should slip, the man she would see would be of medium skin tone, large teeth, and have a Celtic cross tattoo on his chest. Glancing in the mirror, he congratulated himself on his amazing thoughtfulness. James had had a few close calls in the past, but this one, he felt, would be perfect.
Rose was just starting to wake up. He could hear the sounds of her squirming from outside the open bathroom door. Coming out to look at her, appraisingly, he couldn’t help but get hard. She was the image of helplessness, and she hadn’t yet noticed his presence. Of course, she must be scared witless; and while maybe she had an inkling of how she got there in the first place, there was really nothing she could do about it now.
“I hope you like the place,” he started, and she jerked still at his voice. “I picked it out just for you, you know. Just close enough to the hospital that I could come get you when the time was right.”
Rose mumbled something in response, something he assumed he wouldn’t be pleased to hear, so he ignored it. Moving to the base of the bed, he reached out and started stroking the little patch of skin visible right above her ankle. As soon as she felt his touch, she tried to move away from it. It was futile, and she quickly realized it, finally coming to a rest and enduring his spider-like touch.
“I already know that you won’t enjoy this nearly as much as I will, but know that I will not hurt you unless you do something to anger me.”
Snarling at this, James saw Rose’s face contort and writhe in a way that could only mean she doubted what he was saying.
“Well,” he chuckled, “whether or not you believe me is beside the point. That is my policy and I stick to it. I will, however, enjoy it either way you decide to behave. It will be my great pleasure to punish you.” As he said this he had moved his hand farther up her leg, and under her denim pants. Her legs, he noticed, were slightly prickly and her skin was amazingly soft. Rose cringed as the hand continued to travel and his cold hands delved under her clothing.
Suddenly, he stopped, and she tensed in anticipation. She heard him shuffle about a little bit and then come back to the bed, felt it shift with his weight, then felt him grab her pant leg again. The sound of slicing came next, as he slowly cut through her jeans and left her warm skin exposed to the air in the room. Goosebumps quickly rose, and James admired her skin for a moment before continuing his ministrations.
Stopping just below her crotch, he switched to the other leg. Breathing heavily, now, and his erection nearly splitting his pants open, it took all the effort he had not to speed up the process to self gratification. This was his favorite part—the anticipation.
James sat back a moment and looked at his work, absorbing the moment and how it was affecting Rose. When he was satisfied that the image of her shivering and scared, tied to the bed, was firmly in his mind, he turned to her shirt, splitting it up the middle. Peeling it back from her skin, he was amazed to find that under her shirt was a sheer bra, the pink color leaving nothing to the imagination. He was also amused to find her nipples were trying to poke themselves through the cloth. Perhaps this was turning her on, too? He thought about that for a moment. How exciting…