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Amy wiped the mirror with her towel and gazed at the image before her. Her shoulder length red hair hung in tight curls, down her neck, like copper wire. Her blue grey eyes looked back at her as she ran her eyes down, down, her face and body. She looked at the freckles on her pug nose, freckles on her cheeks and throat that cascaded down between her breasts. Freckles on her arms and legs. She had been going to the beach. Using sun block she had little tan but the freckles deepened in color this year like every other year. She smiled at the image in the mirror. Twenty years young, getting ready for another year at school, she was on her way to her communications degree. She lifted first one breast than the other, checking the size and shape looking for any bumps. She moaned as her pale small pink nipples hardened at her touch. Through the white skin she could see blue veins caring blood around her breasts. She stopped her breast exam and walked out to her bedroom to dress for school registration never knowing the freckles she loved so much would bring her so much pain.
He sat in the state college quad, cafeteria on one side, bookstore on another. A coffee house was placed on a third side of the square. He was sipping coffee and waiting, waiting for the right cunt to follow. He wanted a blonde this time. He nailed a brunette the last time, a legal secretary he snatched her from a parking garage and raped for eight hours. She was his sixth in the last three years. Four brunettes, two blondes, all petite, five foot five or less in height, all young, under twenty five years old. "Cunts." he thought as he watched them walk by "Cunts everyone." A blonde wearing a sleeveless blouse and denim skirt caught his eye. He got up and started to follow her when he saw Amy. He stood and stared at the copper colored hair, the swell of her breasts inside the dark red blouse. He walked bend her and watched her ass wiggle inside her designer jeans. "How bout a redhead." he thought as he followed her, his cock hardening....
Amy worked her way thru the lines in the admen building never noticing the man watching her. After registering for her third year she went to the book store. He walked up behind her, smelled her perfume, the scent of her shampooed hair then said,"Exuse me.' Amy jumped startled by the man she didn't know was there. "Sorry." she stammered. "No problem." he replied his eyes locked on hers. He reached out one hand, put it under her chin, and said "You are a very cute little girl. Mesmerized Amy looked at him, her mouth opened and closed no sound came out, she looked away then scurried off. At a distance he followed her. Amy half ran to her car, she only started to feel safe when she was locked in. He noted the color and type of car. For three days he checked the lot at the college. Finally he found her car. He waited for her and followed her home. A ground floor apartment, "Good." he thought. He followed her the next day and watched her enter the gym. He went in and found her on a stairmaster. Her grey tank top and cotton shorts were soaked with sweat. Her hair was matted to her head. She grunted and puffed. He grew hard as he watched her leg muscles twitch. She stopped after fifty minutes and went to the sauna. Amy sat in the sauna silently wondering if being a cheerleader was worth the effort. Six years now, thru high school and college she had been doing the cheerleader routine. It would only be two more years then she'd be a newscaster if things worked out right. She left the sauna, showered and put on a tee shirt and panties, then slipped on a pink nylon warm up suit. He watched her ge in her car and drive off, then he went home, "See you later bitch." he thought...
"Come on bitch." he said quietly as he sat outside her apartment. Each Friday night she had gone to a local bar where students hung out. She ate appetizers and drank tequila shooters with her gal pals. One Friday he followed her in and walked past where she was sitting and glanced down at her. The freckles on her neck flowed into her cleavage, he left, and at home whacked off cursing the tease the whole time. This nught Amy wore a red top and black skirt. He watched as she drove away. He grabbed his bag, walked around the back to her patio and popped her sliding glaas door with ease. He walked thru the small apartment to her bedroom and slipped his bag under the bed. While waiting he found her bras, "34c not bad, looks bigger." he thought. He stepped into the closet when he heard the front door open. He listened as she walked into the kitchen for a glass of water. Amy walked down the hall to her bedroom. He watched her slip off her blouse and skirt then remove her bra.
She put on a large tee shirt and turned to walk out. WHAP! the bag of coins caught her square on the back of her head. She fell, out cold, no sound, she didn't even feel the blow. He picked her up and placed her face down on the bed. He pulled some speaker wire a gag and a roll of duct tape from the bag. First he crossed and tied her wrists to the headboad then he flipped her over. The brunette he raped some months earlier had chewed the foam ball he gagged her with. So after removing it he wrapped it with duct tape making a cylender out of it. Out of each end foam was exposed that would soak up drool. With one hand he worked Amys' mouth open. One end of the gag went into her right cheek, the other her left. He then wrapped tape around her head, tight, sealing the lower third of her face. He flipped her back on her belly and jerked an ankle to the side had tied it with wire to a mattress handle. After securing the other ankle he raised her up and stacked two pillows under her stomach. Now she was tied gagged and ready. He patted her panty covered ass and looked at her, his cock was rock hard, she'd be the best yet. He would wait, ransack her apartment, then when she was awake he would rape her thru the night...
He searched her apartment, opening drawers, cabinets and closets. He picked up her purse and put the things he wanted in it- jewelry, rent money she stashed in a kitchen drawer, and her address book, he might visit another cheerleader or two. The pain in Amys' head brought her around. Her eyelids fluttered open and she grunted. She screamed when she saw her wrists tied over her head and started to squirm and twist. She let out another muffled scream of frustration and terror then lowered her head, tears dripped onto the sheet under her. When she tasted the vile gag in her mouth her stomach started to turn over. She swallowed the spit that had pooled in her mouth along with the bile in her throat. She forced herself to not vomit. He dropped her purse by the back door and walked to the bedroom.
"Good your awake bitch, we can start now. Amy raised her head and begged with her eyes. moaning noise escaped her packed mouth." He sat on the side of the bed, Amy shook her head and cried as he ran his hands up her legs to her butt. She cried harder as he sliced off her panties, then she screamed as her shirt was ripped up the back. Sobbing she felt the ruined shirt pushed up her arms to her wrists. Amy wept as she felt a hand between her legs. He slipped one then a second finger inside her cunt. Gently he moved his fingers "Come on sweetness." he cooed," Moisten up for me."
Amy groaned then jerked when he found her clit. Crying she felt her body start to betray her. "Cry all you want slut, if it makes you feel better. Your cunt is getting wet, you love it, don't you?" Amy screamed and shook her head. He pulled his fingers out and stood up. She watched him strip then closed her eyes as he got on the bed between her legs. Amy grunted as he shoved his cock into her pussy, "Tight warm and wet a great cunt." he said. Then twenty hard brutal strokes later he froze and emptied his balls into her. Sobbing, Amy felt the hot goo fill her up. When he pulled out, his cum mixed with her fluids leaked out of her and pooled between her tied open legs. He patted her ass and said "That was just a get to know you fuck, the real fun will start in a hour." She screamed as let the room....
She stopped twisting and turning, the wire bit deeper into her wrists. Amy wailed into the foul tasting gag in her mouth, then watched him enter her bedroom. He jerked the pillows from under her belly, then cut her ankles free. "Turn over." he said. Smack! his hand came down on her right butt cheek. "TURN NOW YOU CUNT!" he yelled. SMACK! another blow to her ass and she flipped over. "Legs apart." Amy opened her legs a little. "All the way you stupid cheerleader, split for me." Crying she moved her feet out and up, forming a upside down T. He tied her ankles to the mattress handles then climbed between her legs. As she groaned and gasped he ran his hands over the insides of her legs. He ran his fingers along the edges of the thin stripe of thick red hair over her pussy. "Nice bikini line." he whispered. Amys' face reddened as he moved his hands up her sides. She jerked to her left and squealed when his fingers ran up her right armpit. She jerked the other way when he stroked her left armpit. "Nice and smooth, not a bit of stubble." Ticklish?"
He worked her from side to side enjoying her mewling protests. When he finished tickling her she was crying and gasping. She thought of how her best friend Jordan had talked her into going to the laser treatment center. First they had thier underarm hair removed, then a month later they had their pubic hair reduced, Amys' to a thin rectangle, Jordan's' to small triangle. Now for the first time she regretted it. She returned to reality when she felt him enter her. He slowly shoved in and out raping her with slow steady strokes. Amy grunted each time he pushed into her. For twenty minutes he slow fucked her, until he froze and emptied his balls once again inside her. He pulled out and laid there, his mouth finding one tit then the other. Ahter sucking and biting her nipples to hardness he got of Amy and walked to her living room, she heard the TV volume rise. Amy looked at the ceiling and wondered, when, when would it end...
The morning sun shining thru the glass doors was warm on his face as he slept on her sofa. Slowly he woke, stretching and yawning. The vcr clock said it was 8AM. He walked down the hall to the bedroom. Amy was still tied to the bed, legs wide open, but a large wet spot was between her legs. Her bladder had let go during the night. "That's ok." he said climbing between her legs," Happens sometimes." Red faced she looked at him as he slipped his cock into her getting a nice groan in return. He fucked her hard for a half hour, finally pulling out and moving up to spew on her face. The thick globs of go ran down her face onto the sheet under her.
"Nothing like pussy in the morning." he quipped as he left her there crying quietly. Sitting in her kitchen he sipped his second cup of coffee. He was startled by a knock on the door. He walked over and looked thru the peephole. "Wow" he thought at the sight of a young brunette. He went to the bedroom grabbed his bag and knife and went to the door. Jordan fumbled for her key ring, then using the key Amy gave her opened the dead bolt. He stood behind the door waiting as she opened it. "Hello." she said "I'm early." As she stepped in he shoved the door closed and was on her. Jordan found herself pinned against the wall a hand clamped on her mouth, a blade under her chin. "Do what your told or die." She closed her eyes and nodded. "Drop the purse." Jordan slipped it off her shoulder to the floor. He took his hand away from her mouth. "Please don't hurt me I'll do what you want." "Stand still, bitch." He moved back. "Hands behind you ,NOW!" Jordan crossed her wrist and then started to babble when he tied them. "Please, oh God no not tight, please Amy what did you do god it hurts Amy where."
He cut her off by jerking the hair on the back of her head . 'Open wide, you stupid bitch," "No please I'll keep quiet please." He pulled harder. She cried out then opened her mouth. Jordan grunted a loud MMMMPPHHHFFHH as her mouth was stuffed with a washcloth. He wrapped tape around her head as he had done to Amy. Then he stood back and looked at the terrified coed. Jordan stood trembling, five foot five, one hundred ten pounds, a curvy 34D-24-34. She wore a pale blue tank top, cut off denim shorts and white tennis shoes and ankle socks. "Want to see your friend?" he asked. Jordan nodded her head. He grabbed her right upper arm and took her down the hall. Jordan screamed when she saw Amy. Tied to the bed her legs wide open, Jordan couldn't believe her eyes. Amy raised her head, garbled noises escaped her gag. he grabbed Jordan by her hair and said "Let's go get better acquainted." Jordan screamed as she was dragged out. Amy cried for her friend but also because her legs were cramping from being open for so long. He stood Jordan by the sofa and brought out his knife. "Ok cunt, let's unwrap you." Jordan screamed as her tank top was sliced off....
Jordan stood still as her tank top way cut away and dropped on the floor. She closed her eyes and whimpered as he slipped her bra straps off her shoulders. He ran his hand over the tops of her breasts and watched her suck her stomach back. He cut the bra straps and as Jordan shifted her weight from foot to foot, cut the material between her bra cups. The ruined bra fell to the floor and her grapefruit sized breasts jiggled then settled on her chest. She groaned and a tear leaked from her left eye as he lifted and squeezed one tit then the other. "Great jugs, bitch." he whispered, "Your more stacked than that redheaded whore." Her dark pink nipples hardened at his touch. She twisted and squirmed as he unbuttoned her denim shorts. Jordan whimpered as she felt his hand slip into her panties, over the small triangle of hair and onto her pussy. She gasped when he shoved two fingers inside her. Slowly in and out her worked his fingers, Jordan shook her head and cried groaning, "NUGHUHHHH." Jordan opened her eyes then screamed, "NUHEEUH NUEEEUH!" when he renmoved his hand and jerked her shorts and panties down her legs to her feet. He removed her shoes and socks then her panties and shorts.
Naked, tied and gagged, Jordan begged with her eyes as he looked her up and down. Unlike her pale skinned friend, Jordan had a nice medium tan, except for the triangles of white where her bikini covered her. "Nice tan lines." he said running his fingers along her waist. Her face flushed red. He turned her around to face the sofa. "Bend over, bitch." he said pushing her between her shoulder blades. With tears running down her cheeks she bent over and waited. "Open up." he hissed and kicked her feet. She spread her legs and sobbed as her ankles were tied to the feet of the sofa. "Don't go away ." he said patting her upturned ass. He left her there crying and went to the bedroom.
He cut Amys' legs free, she groaned as she slowly closed her legs. He cut her wrists free, flipped her over and retied her wrists behind her. "UP CUNT!" he barked. She stood on shaking legs and was dragged into the living room. He sat her in a chair facing the sofa and retied her crossed ankles. From where Amy was sitting she could see the top half of Jordan's' bent over body, her head resting on the sofa cushion. She watched him walk behind Jordan and put his hands on her ass. SMACK! his hand hit her right butt cheek. Jordan screamed and raised her head. Jordan's' eyes locked on Amys' eyes as she was spanked. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! her ass turned crimson. She blubbered, tears poured down her cheeks. Amy sat staring horrified at the sight. Her best friend was to be spanked and raped in front of her. Jordan screamed "NUH! NUH! NUH!" and shook her head as her ass cheeks were opened. She howled as his cock speared her anal ring then she blacked out. Amy closed her eyes but couldn't escape the groaning noise of the rapist or the creaking of the sofa.... |
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“When Nestle’ first heard that babies in the third world are dying from their baby food, they wouldn’t do anything about it. They continued selling it there even though it was handled with carelessly by the consumers. The third world is not like the first world. The water added to the food was filthy, and the powder, which is expensive in third world countries, was thinned out and mixed with other shit so that the babies were not getting enough nutrition. And fucking Nestle’, they didn’t care.”
Dawn Baker, a 35-year-old blue eyed blond in her mid thirties, was listening with interest to the arguments made by the man sitting beside her, who was kind enough to give her a ride. She was a pretty lady, about 5’5, a little bit full, but nevertheless very cute. There was just something likeable about her that you couldn’t put your finger on, but everyone who met her just fell in love with her within minutes.
David was about her age, and seemed to know all about the world. At first she just listened out of politeness. The man was kind enough to give her a ride when her car got stuck in the middle of the road. The least she could do was listen. Quickly she got into the spirit of things, and showed genuine interest in what this man had to say, and even presented her own arguments.
“Wait, the food in itself was okay?”
“Yeah, the food itself was fine.”
“So what did Nestle’ do wrong? How are they responsible if some merchant gives a bad powder? They can’t watch everybody.”
“Dawn, you have a baby, right? Suppose I was to sell a product, knowing you will misuse it, and wouldn’t stop you although I know you’re about to accidentally hurt your baby?”
“Well… if you tell me exactly how to use it…”
“I can’t tell you. What if your entire county, your entire STATE is filled with women who misuse food I sell? Nestle’, in my opinion, is guilty in criminally negligent homicide, just like if you would let your baby play with a gun. If you do so, the baby is not at fault, you are. If mothers are misinformed on a product it’s the company’s fault, not theirs.”
Dawn could completely understand where he’s coming from. She had an 18-month-old baby and would never let anything happen to him. She loved him more than anything in the world. Not seeing him for a day was making her crazy. And with her car breaking down and all the weirdoes out there, she was lucky getting a ride from this guy.
“I really want to thank you for giving me this lift, Eric. Most people don’t pick up hitchhikers. And those who do… Well…”
“Sickos, I know. Oh, by the way, speaking of Nestle’, I got some chocolates here. You want some?”
David pulled out a pack of chocolate and gave some to Dawn.
“Hmm… Nestle’.” Dawn said puzzlingly.
“They’re good.” David smiled.
“But you just said…”
“Hey, I’m just saying, you gotta know where your bread comes from. I didn’t say you shouldn’t eat it. What, you think I’m one of these tree huggers and vegans who ban fucking grapes and stuff?”
“Banning grapes? What? Look, it’s people, okay? How can you preach me about how big corporations kill people and then sponsor those companies?”
David laughed. “Give me a break! You can’t escape it! Look at the world. You can escape it. Do you drink coffee? What about your husband, did he buy you a wedding ring? A diamond ring? Patrol? In the end it all adds up. Telephone companies start revolutions. Oil companies start wars. Some of YOUR money goes to the hands of people who sponsor wars and slavery just to get more money. Someone’s hand was chopped off so that some Jewel store could offer your hubby the widest options possible for jewelry. Besides, won’t your coffee taste better now, knowing they’re forbidden fruit?”
“I don’t drink coffee.”
“Well, you still go to fancy-shmansy hotels now and then, don’t you? You know how many of those the mob built?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”
Dawn was relieved as her cellular started ringing. She was practically saved by the bell. She could see it was a call from her house.
“Hi, Stan. No, sorry, I forgot. Listen, I sort of got the car broken but there’s a nice man giving me a lift, okay? Tell the kids I love them and I’ll be home soon, okay? Okay, love you too. Bye!”
To her relief, David changed the subject as soon as she got off the phone.
“So, was that your husband?”
“Yeah. He’s so understanding. That’s amazing.”
“What’s to understand?”
“You know…” She said shyly.
David looked at Dawn briefly. He could see she was embarrassed. “How many kids you have again? Two?”
“Well, Samantha is going to be 6 next month, and Daniel is 18 months old now.”
“Daniel. That’s a pretty name.” David said monotonically.
He hasn’t heard that name in days, which was weird since it was identical to his own. Danny. Dan Whitman. Good Ole Danny Whitman. Well, he couldn’t use that now when he was a criminal at large.
He bumped into this woman by accident and thought she would be a great diversion if anyone were looking for him. A couple riding together is not as suspicious as a man on his own. Then again, he did not alter his looks or his car, so what the fuck difference did it make?
As he was talking to this woman his urge was rising again. She was not as young as the others, which was good. He did not want to rape only teens for too long now when he’s on the run. Did not want the trail to be that obvious. If it were up to him there wouldn’t even be a trail, but it was stronger than him. The bitch didn’t even notice where they were going. He wondered how long it would take her to grasp what was going on.
“Oh, crap!”
“What?” Dan asked.
“My battery.”
Dawn started dialing again. “Stan? Listen, my battery is weak. I’m turning the phone off. No… Stan… Don’t worry. I’ll be home in a couple of hours. Okay, love you, baby.”
Dawn hung off the phone. “So, where are we going?”
“Don’t worry.” Dan said. “I know what I’m doing.”
Dawn was getting stressed out, but kept telling herself it’s nothing. So far this man has been nothing but a perfect gentleman.
“So, Dan. Do you have any kids of your own?”
“I had one girl. She died.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“That’s okay. Hey, Dawn, you wanna see a photo? I got one right here.”
He leaned to the glove compartment, opened it up, and before Dawn knew it, he lifted a stun gun and zapped her.
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When she came to, it took Dawn a few seconds to recall what has happened. She remembered David zapping her. Then there were some punches that made her pass out completely. Maybe, she wasn’t sure. She tried to move her hands but they were tied behind her back. At the same time she realized she was still in the car. All the thoughts and recollections entered her brain all at once as she laid in the seat without moving. Then she turned to her left in panic and looked at David.
“Good morning, Dawn!”
He was sitting next to her in the driver’s seat, looking outside. She looked around and realized they were parked in an orchard. There were Orange and Lemon trees to their right and left, all around them.
“I haven’t been her since I was a boy. This place hasn’t changed much.”
“Please, David, please let me go.”
“Sure. Right after I’m done with you.”
She felt fingers entering her pussy, and then realized she had no pants and panties on.
“Oh, god, please!” She cried helplessly, “David, let me go!”
“My name is not David. And you’re not as pretty as I would like. But you’ll do.”
Dan took his fingers out of her, moved down the back of her seat so she would lie down, and climbed on top of her. As he started kissing her she did not move, didn’t struggle back. She just let him do it. She was terrified, praying silently for god to let her live through this. She closed her eyes. She felt Dan taking off his underpants, felt his cock getting hard, rubbing against her cunt, felt his hands move on her hips, rubbing them.
He broke the kiss and looked at her. “Just be a good g irl.”
“NOOO!!!” She cried and begged as she felt his cock slowly slipping between her cunt walls. “Oh, god, please, not in there. Not there!” Dawn was devastated. It was one thing making her do things, like kiss him, even suck him, or even letting him finger her, but this, taking her most private of parts, this was the most horrible thing he could do. She looked at the ceiling of the car and started crying, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Dan found her attractive, but for some reason he had trouble getting a hardon. He tried thinking of the other girls, but it didn’t work. Then he thought of a blond girl he once knew. Early twenties, short blond hair, blue eyes. He imagined himself on a boat in the middle of the ocean, bending this girl on the rail, fucking her ass. Then he slammed into Dawn’s cunt.
Dawn cried louder, begging again for mercy: “No, please! I can’t! You can’t do this to me!”
The screams just made Dan hotter and he continued to ram into her.
He opened her blouse and cupped her breasts through her bra. He leaned her up and moved the blouse backwards, revealing Dawn’s shoulders. He kissed her neck and shoulders passionately as he moved his hands down her back, tearing the blouse, feeling the warmth of her bare back.
Dawn’s thoughts drifted. She thought of her little boy, and knew she had to do anything possible in order to come back home to him. She could not let him live without a mother.
She tried to think of her life and her family as this man pounded into her. She tried to stay focused but the pain was too much. She lost all track of time as he kept abusing her, twisting her nipples through the bra, and then tearing it with his teeth, nibbling on her sensitive defenseless nipples. She was not even sure she was conscious when it happened. She was not sure she was conscious throughout the rape. After about 30 minutes, or maybe an hour of rape, she felt hot cum inside of her. She did not even notice he was about to cum. She just closed her eyes and thanked god for it.
Soon enough she realized how wrong she was, when Dan grabbed her by the hair and dragged out of the vehicle. He kicked her in the stomach, and as she fell, he kicked her again and again.
Dan started walking back to his car, leaving her on the ground. As he headed back she spotted a glistening object in his hand. It was a knife.
“No!” Dawn begged. “Please, oh, god, don’t kill me!”
She saw his sadistic smile as he approached her. He raised the knife, got behind her, and then, just as she stared straight ahead in terror, he started cutting the duct tape he previously put on her arms. He then got in front of her, his limp organ right in front of her tear-filled eyes. He grabbed her head and put the knife right on her throat. “Okay, now, I need to be hard again.”
She wanted to say something, she wanted to ask him if he hadn’t had enough. She wanted to address his humane side, but the cold blade on her neck made the situation clear to her.
“Okay.” She said. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
“You know what I want.”
“I will do it.”
“Say it.”
“I said I’ll do it.”
“You know what I want to hear, cunt!”
She felt him pushing the knife just a little under her throat, felt the stinging sensation as the cold metal broke the skin. “Okay. I will suck your cock. I will suck it hard, and I will not stop until you tell me to.”
“That’s a good girl.”
Dan grabbed her hair and pushed her head to his crouch. He smiled as he felt her tongue running up and down his vein. He saw her opening up her lips and taking his cock in as she shut her eyes tight with disgust. Nevertheless, it was obvious she’s done it before. Hell, she was even better than Linda. He was surprised by that thought. He felt almost as if he was cheating on her. Raping those little girls is one thing, but admitting that anyone gives a blowjob better than Linda was something he felt uncomfortable with.
Dan let himself drown in thoughts of the past few days as she wrapped her lips around his cock and started moving them. He thought of his wife and little girl who have probably reported to the police of his disappearance. He thought about the hot little pussies he had, especially little Jamie who drove him over the edge. Maybe this is why this bitch didn’t feel as hot. He gave everything he had to Jamie. Thinking of Jamie was enough to get him hot and hard again. Once again he felt his cock on the verge of exploding. And then something funny happened. The two worlds he’s been living in, the two masks, collided. Suddenly it was not Jamie or Dawn sucking on his cock. In his mind, it was Jenny. He got even more aroused now, thinking of his little girl giving him a head. He tried to block it for years but knew it was in him.
Oh, hell, forget about it. It’s all gone now. He ran away so he won’t have to think of Jenny, so he won’t have to lead his family down that pit he was heading towards. He was here in order to fuck Dawn, not Jen.
He grabbed Dawn’s hair once again and pulled her face away from him, ordering her to get up. He kept his hand in her hair and his knife on her neck as he led her to the front of her car, forcing her to bend over on the engine.
“Do you know what I’m about to do now, cunt?” He asked as he slowly moved the knife down Dawn’s back.
“No! Please!”
Dan smiled and threw the knife away and opened up her ass cheeks. I know you got a dry ass but I’ll get it wet soon.
She cried out in pain and agony as Dan got into her ass with one thrust. He was laughing like a maniac as she kept on weeping.
“Please, why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I’m an addict. And I will do it again.” He said in a rare moment of honesty.
He started thrusting his cock inside of her, leaning his body on hers, resting himself. He liked that woman. She truly had a mother’s personality. Her hubby must have been feeling lucky. Dan sure felt comfortable laying on her. It made him feel safe knowing she was all his. He felt fulfillment with each moan and gasp he got out of that woman. Eventually, despite of the pain, she settled down. She didn’t put any fight, but endured what was coming to her.
Dawn laid there in silence, like a piece of meat, waiting for the excruciating pain to end. She slowly drifted into unconsciousness.
After more than fifteen minutes of ass fucking, Dan laughed as he realized she passed out. He had no idea how long she’s been that way, and he didn’t care. He thrust harder and came. She wasn’t exactly “there” to feel it but that was okay. It’s more fun to abuse younger women anyway. He just picked her because she was what’s available now when he did not have a steady hunting ground, and besides, he needed to break the pattern a little if he wanted to conceal where he was going. He threw the piece of meat known as Dawn on to the ground and got on top of her, kissing and licking her, trying to get hard again for one last pussy fucking before leaving her.
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When Dawn got up she noticed the car was gone. Her clothes were thrown next to her. Her luggage, just small things she took from the car, was nowhere to be found. She grabbed her clothes and started putting them on. The shirt was completely torn, and it was hard covering her body with it. Her pants were intact since they were taken off during the first time she was passed out. Her panties though were nowhere to be found. Dawn remained seated on the ground, holding her pants, her bare ass touching the cold ground, her blouse partially covering her torso and breasts as the cool wind tickled her nipples.
She was just sitting there, looking at the sunset, when she suddenly came. She did not know why, and she didn’t care. She was ashamed, but it did not matter. She was alive, and soon she’ll see the face of her beloved Daniel.
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Daniel Whitman was driving his car, sniffing the panties, and threw them aside. He looked at the sunset and once again thought about the events he’s been through, and what’s to come. He knew he should get the plates changed, and maybe get a new travel companion, just to conceal his identity better. Hell, maybe one he won’t rape, if that’s even possible.
He wondered if the cops knew who to go after, if they connected all the dots. He came as he thought of the excitement of the chase, of being the hunted instead of the hunter. He felt like Dr. Kimble from “The Fugitive”, running around all throughout this great country with the authorities on his tail.
As he continued to travel throughout Monroe county, he wondered who his “Gerard” would be.
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Lee Watson was sitting on his desk, throwing a ping-pong ball in the air and catching it, going in his mind over the case of the serial rapist from North Grant.
Jake Felder, a rookie in the Sex Crime Unit, passed by him.
“Hey, Jakey, how’s it hanging?”
“Got my first case as a primary.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. Some woman was found on the side of the road near an orchard, trying to get a ride, saying she was raped. This old couple picked her up and brought her here. The fucker raped her till she was unconscious and left her to rot.”
“Scumbag.” Watson mumbled.
“Well,” Felder said. “I’ll nail him. So, Lee, how about that case in North Grant?”
“Oh, there hasn’t been a rape for days. If he’s smart, I’m counting on him to change crime scene. Guess I have to wait till he acts again.”
Felder smiled. “I have a feeling this fucker won’t disappoint you. But when he does it again you’ll be there to nail his ass. Nothing gets past you.”
“Damn straight.” Lee said, as the rookie went out to investigate Dawn’s rape.
Lee was frustrated that the rapist of Jamie Ralston did not strike again. All he could do is wait. He grabbed the ping-pong ball, and threw it once again in the air. |
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