Monster in my Closet

It seemed like the perfect neighborhood to move into. The Cartwright household moved into a house like any other, on what seemed to be the perfect block, the kind you see in the movies, with kids playing in the streets and families having weekend barbeques where everyone was invited. They were an average sized household with two kids, Bethany, who was still quite young and going to start the local elementary school, and Kathryn, who was starting her junior year in high school. The father was a businessman and the mother was a secretary for a banking firm. Just your typical middle American family.

They settled in quite nicely with the rest of the people in the suburbs, the summer just underway with plenty of time to get to know everyone and see what there was to see in the city. About the time they were just starting to feel settled someone else came into their lives. He was their neighbor and his name was Rich. He seemed nice and welcomed them into the neighborhood with open arms and most of the family thought nothing more of it. It was nice to have someone like that to talk to and to have over for dinner, and vice versa. He seemed everything that a friend should be and not to mention he was very good looking and they all seemed to trust him.

But what they didn\'t know about was the darkness he harbored within himself that he hid very well, but the more attentive person might have been able to pick up on that more sinister note within him. And that person was Kathryn. She didn\'t like him from the moment he stepped in their doorway holding a bowl of lime jello molded into a star shape. There was something about his eyes that unnerved the young girl and she didn\'t like having to sit with her parents while he was around, much less be left alone with him while they went to get drinks. But she did have to admit that in the innermost, darkest fiber of her being, she was attracted to him. But she still got the creeps from him.

Everything in the room seemed to grow hotter and heavier when she was alone with him, and the silence became deafening. All she could feel was the way his eyes scathed her body, leaving her very flustered and very much in need of a cold shower. He was an older man in his late thirties to early forties with dark brown hair that he spiked, and not such a bad body to boot, and he was certainly very good looking. But it was his eyes that really got to her. Those stone cold blue eyes, so icy and frostbitten that even the warmest person would shiver when looking into them. And the darkness within them just screamed out at her and every once in a while she would catch herself staring at them, almost mesmerized by them.

And things would go about like this, they would sit there alone, nothing said, until her parents returned with the drinks and she would feel somewhat more comfortable. But that all changed one evening while he and a couple of other new guests were over at the house having a nice dinner and conversation like all good neighbors should. Her parents had gone outside into their back patio with the other guests to sit in the nice warm breeze and chit chat for a while. But he stayed inside. Kathryn had retreated to her bedroom, totally bored with the whole dinner party thing and needing to go on her computer and talk to her friends. But not for long.

With everyone safely outside, Rich headed for the upstairs on the left. Her bedroom. The door was cracked lightly and he could hear the soft sound of music playing and saw the light from her computer shining through the crack. He stood there like the brutal menace that he was and contemplated what he would do with her while her parents were out of the safety zone. As the days had passed since they moved in, he had found himself thinking more of her and more of her as the days wore on, until she was all he could think about. During the darkest hours of the night he would masturbate while thinking of her, and soon his thoughts became an obsession, and a dangerous one at that. His cruel and twisted nature would not allow for his want of her to be a normal one. But around her parents he was all smiles.

Kathryn was getting ready to start typing when she felt a sense of panic flood her body. She knew then that she was being watched and she knew exactly who it was. She froze in her place, her whole body feeling like it was weighted down with lead. And she slowly but surely turned herself around in her chair to find him leaning on her doorframe, the door wide open now. The look on his face was one that she would never forget, in a sickening way turning her on more than anything else ever had, and also frightening her beyond belief. She stood up, not knowing what else to do because he was blocking her doorway and her parents were out back, blissfully unaware of the fact that he was going to rape her.

He then spoke to her, his voice deep and dark, and studded with hints of menace and brutality that she picked up on readily. Part of her wanted to scream and try to make a run for it, and the other, lesser known part of her wanted him to make her body scream for release. \"Don\'t think I haven\'t noticed the way you look at me Kathryn, and don\'t you say a fucking word to anyone or I\'ll make you hurt worse than you could ever have imagined.\" He walked into the room, shutting and locking her door behind him, just to be safe. Kathryn backed up until she hit her bed, tripping her up and she fell onto it. He seemed to like the effect he had on her because he smiled then, but not a warm smile. It was cruel and unforgiving and filled with lust.

He approached her with slow determination, coming to stand in front of her, pausing momentarily before wrenching the girl up by her arm, pulling her to his body, his large cock pressing warmly into her belly. She stiffened and tried to pull away but he held her there, rubbing his erection against her, letting her know just how much he wanted her. \"Oh God, please don\'t do this,\" she cried to him, but to no avail. He smacked her hard across her cheek, leaving a large red handprint. She tried to cover her face with her hands but he jerked them apart, looking at the damage he had done.

Then with a sudden outburst of rage he sent her flying into the opposite wall and she landed against it with a thud and then sank to the floor. She curled up in a ball and started to cry and he stalked over towards her, picking her up by her long blonde hair and forcing her to look into his eyes, those eyes. She was scared beyond belief but part of her was also getting extremely turned on by this. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy. He pushed her over towards her bed again, shoving her onto it roughly. He ripped the skirt that she wore off of her, baring her little white panties to him. He licked his lips in anticipation.

Kathryn laid still and scared on her bed, her white cotton panties the only thing now covering her perfectly round little ass from him. And soon she felt his hands tugging at her shirt and she tried with all her might to keep it on but with a vicious yank to her hair she relented and he slipped her shirt off, revealing no bra and plump round tits. She laid her head on the bed and sniffled. But she jumped when she felt his warm hand slide up the back of her thigh, then the other one. It was sinful to feel the way she did at that moment, but she couldn\'t help it. Then he wrenched her body backwards towards him and put her feet on the ground so that she was bent over the bed, her ass sticking out towards him.

Then off came her panties, leaving her naked, scared and shivering in front of this man. He then dragged his nails down her flesh, raising red welts along her back and cheeks, grabbing the soft round cheeks squeezing them hard before lifting his hand up and bringing it down upon her pale cheek. She shrieked in surprise, writhing from the sting it caused, only to have his hand come down on the other one, harder, the sound making her jump. It hurt her and she felt the tears welling up in her eyes again, only to have him stop, but not for long. She heard him fumbling with his belt, taking it off from around his waist and holding it in his hand.

\"You see what you get Kathryn,\" he growled. She pleaded with him not to but she still stood there, ass poised and ready. With a howl of pain, he brought the thick leather belt down across the small of her back, sending sharp needles of pain throughout her body. Then again across her shoulderblades, and her thighs, then her ass. He left red stripes across her body, raised and painful, some of them bleeding. He didn\'t stop until she was begging him for mercy, sobbing uncontrollably, her body numb from the pain. It was almost too much for her to take. She knew from his eyes that the man was cruel but this was more than she had expected.

He then parted her cheeks with his hands, letting the belt fall to the floor. What he saw surprised him more than anything else. She was so wet by now that she was literally dripping down her inner thighs. And with one forceful movement he thrust a thick finger into her tight virginal hole, so wet and hot that it made his cock twitch. Kathryn let a moan slip by, then sorry she had done that. \"You\'re one sick puppy you know that,\" he said to her, his tongue swiping across her clit. \"What would your mama say to know her sweet little daughter\'s pussy was dripping wet for me, huh, what would she say when she finds out that you get off on being treated like shit you fucking slut, now I\'m just gonna have to fuck you whether you like it or not.\"

The thought then occured to her of what was actually happening and she bolted upright and tried to make a run for it, suddenly scared out of her wits, but he caught her just in time. And now he was very angry. He shoved her into her wall and pushed her as hard as he could into it. She turned her head to the side, not wanting to look at him. He slapped her again, so hard that he had to catch her to keep her from falling. His hands travelled down to her breasts, taking the nipples into his fingers and pinching them so hard that she almost screamed, and rolling them around, her pussy flooding itself with her juices. And he leaned his head forward and sank his teeth into her shoulder, and she cried out, feeling his teeth puncture her skin, feeling her blood flowing freely down her chest and then feeling his hot tongue lapping it up. She was in a torturous state of arousal by then and she was only being tortured more by him.

His behavior grew more violent as he forced her onto her knees and held her by her hair, making her crawl her way back to the bed and back into the position she was in before, her body battered and bleeding, and wanting so much more. She heard him unzip his pants and the rustle of a condom package, and then she felt his hands wrap around her tiny little neck, his nails digging into her flesh and slightly cutting off her air supply. She felt his cock poised at her wet hole, and with one extremely harsh and cruel thrust, he tore her open, making her scream in miserable pain, being stretched and filled like no other time before.




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