The Uncatchable Rapist
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
12,806
Reviews:
29
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.
Pleasures Of The Unaware.
A/N: Shadow, when using English proper, you make a new line everyone talks. So, if you follow from the first person who spoke, it’s really easy.
Zodia, I don’t really want to make the chapters longer. Some of them will be, like this one, but most of them are only 1-2 pages on Microsoft Word.
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Jason once again woke up to his alarm clock, but today it wasn’t set until ten am. He woke up slowly, blinking away the sleep. Looking around his room, he noticed a painting hanging by his stand-mirror. That’s odd, he thought. That wasn’t there before I went to sleep. It was a pretty little painting. Three people, one woman, two males, stood on the beach, gazing out over the endless ocean at a beautifully painted sunset.
Getting out of bed, he stretched and yawned, thankful that today wasn’t so hot. Yesterday it had been well over one-hundred degrees.
He didn’t have to work today, so he took his time showering. It was almost noon before he got out and headed downstairs. Jessie was making what appeared to be lemonade. He silently snuck up behind her, and grabbed her from behind. She screamed and thrashed while he turned her around. “Hey, it’s just me!” He laughed at the pissed-off expression that contorted her face.
“You asshole! I thought you were that serial-rapist that’s been all over the news this morning!” She calmed down by taking a deep breath. “They say he’s raped at least seven women, and lots more most likely, as most of them don’t report. They say they need help locating a man about average height, who’s muscular, and lives in this area.” Jessie threw a quick jab at my shoulder. “You really scared me, ya know!”
“Well then,” Jason said, never losing his calm face. “I’m sorry sis, I was just playing a joke.” He walked closer to her, and hugged her. “I didn’t know this area had any rapists.”
“Well, it does, obviously, and I wanna leave asap.” She said as she hugged him back, a slight tremor of fear in her voice.
He thought about that for a moment. If I move now, after that announcement, the cops will start asking questions, and may catch me in a small mistake. I have to do this smartly.
“How about I just hire a security guard, Jess?” He asked softly, rubbing her back so as to comfort her. “I really like this house, and this landscape. If I hire a security guard, and buy a house-alarm, and a dog, would you feel safer?” Jason wished with all his might that she wouldn’t insist on moving if he did all that.
“I. . . umm, guess so,” she said just as soft. “But I get to choose the dog, cause he will be sleeping in my room!”
Jason laughed at her, and nodded is ascent.
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Later that day, Jason noticed his sister walking past his room in nothing but a silk shift. “Hey sis! Come in here for a sec, please?” He called out to her. She walked to his door, looked at him lying on his bed, with a book on Criminal Law in on hand. She plopped down on the foot of his bed.
“What you need, Jason? I was about to go call Austin!” She scowled at him, and he couldn’t help but smile as he pointed towards the painting on his wall.
“Did you paint that?” Was all he asked.
“Yeah, do you like it?”
“Sure do. It’s amazing! I was wondering, could you paint me a dragon?”
“I guess I could try. Give me a couple weeks, kay?” Jessie said, looking at him with wonder. Since when did Jason like dragons? She asked herself.
“Cool, thanks.” He sat up, and kissed her forehead.
As Jessie left, Jason watched her ass as she walked away. The slight curvature, the slow sway side to side. It was absolutely amazing. Tomorrow, she would get raped, and then he would move. He could tell the cops with hundred percent honesty that he feared for his sister, and wanted to protect her. He smiled to himself at his own sadistic attitude. He was good, he was very, very good.
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Often during the night, Jason thought of something new to be careful of as he raped his sister. He would have to be absolutely perfect, this time. He couldn’t suddenly change his style, by breaking stuff to make it look like a break in, he couldn’t steal anything. He would have to rape her just like all the others.
He had already bought the new clothes he would need, using cash, and going out-of state. He would burn them the day after he raped Jessie, also, out of state.
As he lay down on his bed, he couldn’t resist the urge to go look, and maybe feel his sister. She was by far his most beautiful victim. So, he got up from his bed, and snuck down to his sisters room, where she was fast-asleep, off in dream-land. He walked into her room, making sure to be as quiet as a mouse. She was still wearing just the shift. He licked his lips as he bent over her pale, non-moving form, and slowly reached out with his hand. He very gently groped her breast through the shift, getting a hard-on as her nipple got harder, and harder.
He flexed his might even more, and slid the same hand underneath the shift, to group the fleshy mound. It was firm, and plump, well-sized, and warm. He squeezed slightly, his cock becoming even harder in his boxers. He couldn’t hold it in much longer.
He took his hand away from her breast, and slid it along her silken legs, up to her moist vagina. He sighed with pleasure as he touched it gently. That was it. He ran back to his room, took out his cock, and he imagined Jessie stroking it. And that’s how he fell asleep; his dick in his hand.
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I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Next time, To Ravage The Innocent.
R&R Please!
Zodia, I don’t really want to make the chapters longer. Some of them will be, like this one, but most of them are only 1-2 pages on Microsoft Word.
****
Jason once again woke up to his alarm clock, but today it wasn’t set until ten am. He woke up slowly, blinking away the sleep. Looking around his room, he noticed a painting hanging by his stand-mirror. That’s odd, he thought. That wasn’t there before I went to sleep. It was a pretty little painting. Three people, one woman, two males, stood on the beach, gazing out over the endless ocean at a beautifully painted sunset.
Getting out of bed, he stretched and yawned, thankful that today wasn’t so hot. Yesterday it had been well over one-hundred degrees.
He didn’t have to work today, so he took his time showering. It was almost noon before he got out and headed downstairs. Jessie was making what appeared to be lemonade. He silently snuck up behind her, and grabbed her from behind. She screamed and thrashed while he turned her around. “Hey, it’s just me!” He laughed at the pissed-off expression that contorted her face.
“You asshole! I thought you were that serial-rapist that’s been all over the news this morning!” She calmed down by taking a deep breath. “They say he’s raped at least seven women, and lots more most likely, as most of them don’t report. They say they need help locating a man about average height, who’s muscular, and lives in this area.” Jessie threw a quick jab at my shoulder. “You really scared me, ya know!”
“Well then,” Jason said, never losing his calm face. “I’m sorry sis, I was just playing a joke.” He walked closer to her, and hugged her. “I didn’t know this area had any rapists.”
“Well, it does, obviously, and I wanna leave asap.” She said as she hugged him back, a slight tremor of fear in her voice.
He thought about that for a moment. If I move now, after that announcement, the cops will start asking questions, and may catch me in a small mistake. I have to do this smartly.
“How about I just hire a security guard, Jess?” He asked softly, rubbing her back so as to comfort her. “I really like this house, and this landscape. If I hire a security guard, and buy a house-alarm, and a dog, would you feel safer?” Jason wished with all his might that she wouldn’t insist on moving if he did all that.
“I. . . umm, guess so,” she said just as soft. “But I get to choose the dog, cause he will be sleeping in my room!”
Jason laughed at her, and nodded is ascent.
****
Later that day, Jason noticed his sister walking past his room in nothing but a silk shift. “Hey sis! Come in here for a sec, please?” He called out to her. She walked to his door, looked at him lying on his bed, with a book on Criminal Law in on hand. She plopped down on the foot of his bed.
“What you need, Jason? I was about to go call Austin!” She scowled at him, and he couldn’t help but smile as he pointed towards the painting on his wall.
“Did you paint that?” Was all he asked.
“Yeah, do you like it?”
“Sure do. It’s amazing! I was wondering, could you paint me a dragon?”
“I guess I could try. Give me a couple weeks, kay?” Jessie said, looking at him with wonder. Since when did Jason like dragons? She asked herself.
“Cool, thanks.” He sat up, and kissed her forehead.
As Jessie left, Jason watched her ass as she walked away. The slight curvature, the slow sway side to side. It was absolutely amazing. Tomorrow, she would get raped, and then he would move. He could tell the cops with hundred percent honesty that he feared for his sister, and wanted to protect her. He smiled to himself at his own sadistic attitude. He was good, he was very, very good.
****
Often during the night, Jason thought of something new to be careful of as he raped his sister. He would have to be absolutely perfect, this time. He couldn’t suddenly change his style, by breaking stuff to make it look like a break in, he couldn’t steal anything. He would have to rape her just like all the others.
He had already bought the new clothes he would need, using cash, and going out-of state. He would burn them the day after he raped Jessie, also, out of state.
As he lay down on his bed, he couldn’t resist the urge to go look, and maybe feel his sister. She was by far his most beautiful victim. So, he got up from his bed, and snuck down to his sisters room, where she was fast-asleep, off in dream-land. He walked into her room, making sure to be as quiet as a mouse. She was still wearing just the shift. He licked his lips as he bent over her pale, non-moving form, and slowly reached out with his hand. He very gently groped her breast through the shift, getting a hard-on as her nipple got harder, and harder.
He flexed his might even more, and slid the same hand underneath the shift, to group the fleshy mound. It was firm, and plump, well-sized, and warm. He squeezed slightly, his cock becoming even harder in his boxers. He couldn’t hold it in much longer.
He took his hand away from her breast, and slid it along her silken legs, up to her moist vagina. He sighed with pleasure as he touched it gently. That was it. He ran back to his room, took out his cock, and he imagined Jessie stroking it. And that’s how he fell asleep; his dick in his hand.
****
I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Next time, To Ravage The Innocent.
R&R Please!