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Authors name: Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)
Story title : Humility Rapist
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The Humility Rapist (MF, rp, huml, v)
By Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)
***
It's kind of a funny story really. Not "Ha-Ha" funny.
More like "No, oh god no, not that, please help
meEEEEK!!" funny. Heh. I guess it's kinda whatchamacallit
Ironical. But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is
Jaz. My real name is John, but you can call me Jaz. I'm a
Rapeaholic (123, "HI JAZ!")
Some of you may know me. I've been writing rape stories
on the internet for years. Hardcore, nasty stuff. That's
what I like. But they were just fiction for the most
part. Oh some of them are a little true...but not
completely. Maybe a Reader told me about her rape, and
asked me to write about it. Like to catheterize it. I
fantasize, I wrote about what I would like to do, but I
NEVER DID.
I used to be a normal guy. Quiet, almost shy. I got good
grades in school, and fell ass backwards into a SR MGR
position with a healthcare company. I was making $50,000
a year before I turned 30. Since I lived in my mom's
furnished basement, and only paid a couple hundred a
month in rent, I have about $150,000 in the bank + my
ESPP, CDs, 401k, ESOP. I'm not rich...but I'm very
healthy. I'm 33 now, and that life is over.
I lost my job, the respect of my family and friends--all
because of a lying bitch named Susan. I knew her, I dated
her even. She has a nice tight pussy and I enjoyed
fucking the slut, so sue me. When her husband caught us,
she cried rape.
Then they checked my Webtv account, my e-mails,
discovered I am JAZ, the police did not understand it was
just a fucking story. You may have noticed that I stopped
writing. There have been no new Jaz stories in almost 7
months. Most of that time I have been in jail. They were
convinced I was a Master Rapist. Some of my stories fit
the profiles of unsolved Rapes they had on their books.
They tried to dump them all on me! The judge agreed to
the DAs request to hold me without bail.
The fucking cops thought the best way to get me to
confess to the crimes they wanted me to, would be to put
me in the general population and spread the word that I
was a kiddie rapper. Convicts hate that. It's like bonus
points if you can rape a kid-rapist.
That's where my life changed.
When people are confronted with a life or death
situation, some run, some fight and a very few of us
THRIVE! The first night my cellmate tried to rape me I
fought him, clawed and scratched until I got my thumbs in
his eyes--and then I mashed them out. Then I pissed all
over his bloody sockets. No, I am not sick or crazy. I
just needed the word to spread that I am.
I was always big, and really strong. But my 3 months in
jail turned me into a monster. I lost 20lbs of fat, and
gained about 10lbs of muscle. Nothing will motivate you
to get in shape like being locked up with dangerous men,
who are in excellent condition. Men who want to hurt you,
kill you, rape you.
By the time I was ready for trial I was a hardened
killer. Then I got very lucky.
Susan was almost 4 months pregnant!
My lawyer filed a motion for a paternity test. Her
conception took place BEFORE the night I supposedly raped
her. If I was the father I was fucking her almost a month
before she cried rape.
I was the father.
The Prosecution dropped all charges, even though the
Police still think I'm a rapist. That's the funny part: I
wasn't before. But now I am, God it feels good to say
that.
My time in jail taught me a few things. The strong TAKE
what they want. It is our right. Some women are lying
pieces of shit, and they need to be taught a lesson.
Not ALL women mind you. I'm not some woman-hating, sick-o
freak. There are good men and good women. There are bad
men. If a woman decided to take a few assholes out with a
shotgun and a pair of pliers, I say more power to her.
I however, decided to break a few asshole women. To teach
them some humility. Arrogant, stuck up snotty, cock-
teasing women are in for a rough time if they cross my
path. Now before you go all women's fib on me, I don't
cut my victims, I don't beat them, I don't maim, or
murder them. I make sure they really are guilty first.
All I'm asking is that you give me a chance to convince
you. Give me a fair chance and then decide if what I do
is so wrong. Susan murdered my baby at her husband's
request. Tight, wet pussies must be hard to find, cuz he
forgave her. They both thought they would do some
bullshit couple counseling, and just move on after
ruining my life and murdering my son.
Heh, snicker, grin, chuckle.
I knew I would be a suspect so I began establishing my
alibi. I decided to rape Susan on a Monday morning after
her husband left for work. In the 3 weeks that I planned
it, I went to a local XXX movie house and caught the 1pm
show almost every day. I chatted with the ticket guy, and
flirted with the popcorn slut. I made sure the police
were not following me, and then decided I knew Susan and
her husband's routine well enough.
It was time. I wore a hat, sunglasses, and lifts in my
shoes, and carried my camera and cleanup rape-bag when I
knocked on Susan's door. Stupid bitch that she is she
answered. She did not recognize me at first. I pushed my
way inside and closed the door behind me.
"Oh my god, what are you doing, get out of here,
HEL...John? Is that you?! You sonofabitch! How dare you
come in here you asshole! Get the fuck out right now!! "
she demanded in a haughty tone.
I stood there for a second, looking at the arrogant,
lying bitch who had ruined my life. This woman put me in
jail, murdered my child, destroyed my career, my
reputation, forced me to kill. She never even apologized.
How could she? Susan wasn't the least bit sorry for what
she had done.
YET.
"Susan hello. You look good. Nice and trim and fuckable.
I've missed you, well I've missed your pussy anyway."
She was wearing a blue terrycloth robe. Susan is an
attractive woman with medium tits and a firm round ass.
Her snub nose and pouty, snobbish little mouth screamed
spoiled daddy's girl. At 31 she worked hard to look this
good and I for one appreciated it.
"What do you want John. I don't have time for you today.
Well? Don't waste my time. Spit it out, why are you
here?! "
Ok...if that's how she wanted it.
"Susan you are a lying bitch, and I'm here to hurt you.
I'm here to break you spirit, to humiliate you. I'm here
to rape you over and over until you beg me like a good
little slut to stop. I'm going to show you how weak, how
helpless, how pathetic a piece of shit you are. But most
of all I'm here to fuck you until I am satisfied. How
does that sound bitch?" I said in a cold, dead, matter of
fact tone.
Susan knew she was in trouble. The smart thing to do
would have been to apologize, go limp, accept her fate.
But not my Susan, oh no. She was too proud, too strong to
do that. She decided to take control of the situation, to
talk her way out of it.
"John I assume you are upset over the misunderstanding we
had a few months ago. It was nothing personal, you need
to move on, get over it. Mistakes happen and... Whu--what
are you doing, why are you taking your clothes off? What
are you going to do with that belt?!" She asked in rapid
fire, rising panic.
"Slut, if you are not naked and on your knees in front of
me by the time I count to three, I'm going to whip your
ass for the next 15 minutes. Please don't believe me.
Please keep talking to me like I'm a retarded 5 yr old. I
want to hurt you Susan, I want to make you shriek.
1...2..."
Susan opened her robe. Her tits were shaking, heaving in
fear, as she stripped for me. Her back was to the front
door, and she sank to her knees. I knew from experience
that she was only an average cocksucker. She did not like
the taste of cum, did not like my dick in her throat.
Susan gagged a lot, and always had this sneer on her face
like a man was dirty, an animal for wanting his knob
polished. Not only did she refuse to swallow, but I had
to cum in a tissue. Immediately afterwards she would go
to the bathroom and gargle.
I had put up with that bullshit when we were dating, but
things were going to be a little different today.
I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it to my
crotch. I did not say a word as waited for her to open
her mouth. She glared up at me with hatred in her eyes as
she finally cracked her mouth a bit. I rammed my cock as
hard as I could into her. I have an ugly dick, so sue me.
It is partially circumcised, and has cracks and veins all
over the skin. It has a weird bend in the middle, is just
under 8 inches long and thicker than average.
"Suck it bitch, suck my cock wore. Go ahead lick it, lick
it good, DO IT! You don't have a choice. I own that mouth
today!" I roared as she slowly, licked and sucked my cock
for me.
The best part was I knew she did not want to. There is no
feeling in the world like shoving your meat down an
unwilling throat, Susan was trying to make me cum quick.
Bobbing and licking, slurping and sucking, tickling my
balls and milking me hard and fast. She did not know I
had "V"d up before we started. I did not need it, but a
little Viagra and a bit of numbing gel meant little Susie
was going to be fucked a lot for a long, long time.
"That's it slut, go for it, lick me good, slurp it, slurp
my fucking cock. Suck it all up!"
Her mouth was nice and wet, and her tongue felt great,
but I wanted her throat now. I had been fooling around
before, popping it in, taking it out, letting her
breathe. But now it was time to get serious. I locked her
head in place and rammed myself deep into her throat, and
just held it there. Susan's hatred soon turned to fear,
frustration and then panic as she choked on my cock.
Her throat contractions and muffled gasps felt amazing. I
decided to have some fun. I pulled her away from the
door, and then forced her to lay flat on her back. I
never took my cock out of her mouth, as I followed her
down. I had one knee on each side of her face, and began
drilling my cock into her throat even deeper.
Every time she started to lose consciousness I let her
breathe for a few seconds. A few times I had to choke her
to get her to open her mouth again. I rubbed my cock on
her nose, and smeared precum and saliva in her eyes.
"Take it, take it, TAKE IT! Take my cock and like it,
slurp me you little slut. I can keep it up all night.
Suck my dick Susan, drink me dry. I'm going to cum soon.
You need to make a decision. Do you want me to cum in
your mouth or do you want me to pull out and do what I
say?" Susan made it very clear she wanted me out of her
mouth. Heh, silly rabbit.
She was pretty pissed and laid there for a few seconds
panting. I think she was staring to realize just how much
trouble she was in. Arrogant slut that she was she did
not want to show me though.
"Ok Susan you agreed to do whatever I say for the rest of
the night. I have a viewcam, and my Polaroid camera in my
bag. We are going to take some pictures now. Things will
go a lot easier if you cooperate. I want a fantasy. I
want you to pretend that you love me, that you are a hot
little whore in need of a good fucking from your man. Do
that, be submissive, BEG for it and this will be over
fairly quickly. Heck, you might even enjoy it," I
laughed.
I led Susan upstairs so I could fuck her properly in her
husband's bed. Then I set up the camcorder and began
taping.
" Susan are you ready, ok smile for the camera. I want
you to straddle my lap and kiss me, passionately,
willingly until I say stop. "
"You are one sick freak you know that. Fine, I'll do it!
Anything to keep your smelly cock out of my mouth."
Susan settled in to my lap like an old lover, while I
played with her nipples. She was breathing fast and I was
still hard from her aborted blowjob. I sucked on her
tongue for several minutes.
" Susan honey what do you want me to do next. Should I
fuck your ass, or your pussy? Whatever you want baby,
whatever you need me to do."
""NO! Absolutely no, you know I don't fuck anally. You
KNOW that. Plus you've been in jail. For all I know
you've been fucking some gay prison he-whore. If you
insist on having sex with me you will use a condom."
Obviously what we had here was a failure to communicate.
It was time I explained the facts of life to Susan
better.
"I understand your concerns, all I can say is SMACK!" I
backhanded the woman I hated across her face and she fell
onto the bed. I crawled up behind her and began to beat
her naked ass raw for several minutes. At first she
refused to cry, but slowly the tears came. First in
unwilling gasps and sniffles, then a trickle ran from her
eyes. Soon she was gulping air and making a horrid,
retching sound.
But she did not beg.
"Stop it, Stop it, get your hands off of me! Why are you
doing this? STOP!! You are hurting me, dammit. Fine! You
can fuck me. FUCK MY PUSSYOWWW!!!" She screamed and
cursed and yelped and ordered me--but she did not beg.
She just laid there on her stomach crying, I had her
permission to fuck her pussy huh? Been there, done
that(and certainly planned to do it again, and again, and
again. But not just yet). It seemed like a good time to
fuck her ass to me. I straddled her plump-rump and
roughly pulled her cheeks apart.
"Susan, I'm going to fuck your ass now.
Do you have a clean butt honey? Did you wash it good this
morning? Don't you lie to big daddy now. Suck my finger
get it nice and wet, that's all the lube you're gonna
get.
She stared at me for a few seconds in disbelief. I was
tempted to just start fucking her but I wanted her to do
what I said. I wanted her to accept it, that her ass was
mine, and that her only choices were limited to dry or
spit lubed. Slowly she began sucking my index and middle
fingers, drooling on them for all she was worth.
"C'mon Susan you better get my Ring finger too. I think
your ass needs 3 fingers in it to be really happy. Still
it's up to you baby. Leave one dry if you really want to.
Mmmm, that feels nice baby, suck my fingers good." I
taunted her. She looked so cute afraid and disgusted as
she slicked my 3 fingers.
But I wanted more.
"Beg me, beg me to fuck your slutty ass. Do it Susan, if
you want lube, you better beg me real good bitch."
Oral sex, disgusted Susan (well at least swallowing did).
But anal sex really scared her. The idea of a dry-butt
rape was too much for her to handle.
"Please John, please don't do this, don't rape my ass.
Can't we work this out? I'm sorry ok, is that what you
want to hear, I'm fucking sorry. I never planned for this
to happen. My husband caught us, I did not want to lose
him and the lie just came out. It's over, I would not
have let you go to jail. We used to care about each
other, didn't we? Please don't rape my ass. But... If you
are... my god there is lotion in the nightstand, don't
rip me open, don't do it dry. You'll destroy me. Your
cock is too big. I've NEVER let anyone fuck me back
there, oh god, oh god please don't, "she was sobbing now,
almost blubbering.
Now that was more like, it. She sounded almost sincere at
some points. And I had it on tape! Then I saw it. She
almost fooled me. That smart-ass smirk that I hated
flashed in the front of her eyes for just a second. She
was playing me. Making a fool out of me again.
That Bitch, that bitch, that little fucking BITCH!
"Susan, I am definitely going to fuck your ass. I agree
that you are going to bleed a little. Without lube you
will tear--a lot. If you want to be lubed you have to
earn it. Sing me a song. I know, why don't you rap for me
Susan. Sing that Butt song for me, you know the one you
hate so much, the one that makes you cringe. Do that,
sing it loud and long while shaking your ass for me and I
will lube you. Shake your plump little butt good though,
entertain me. Get on all fours and give me a good ass
show."
"I don't really know the words...oh god this is so
degrading, so humiliating, you really hate me don't you?
Sigh...{The way she shook that booty sure looked good to
me...doing the butt, put your backfield in motion, we did
the butt till it made me sore, sexy, sexy, ain't nothing
wrong if you want to do the butt--all night-- long.
Yayyyy EYAAYY, I want your butt, your butt, your big ol
healthy butt!} I can't remember anymore, John what are
you doing back there, oh god, oh no please not that, I'm
going to be sick!" Susan cried as she continued gyrating
and wagging her juicy butt in my face. Begging me,
taunting me, demanding that I rape it.
About halfway through her song I spread her juicy,
gyrating ass open and began to sniff her. Slowly I licked
up and down her crack several times before sticking my
tongue in her anus.
"Hold your cheeks open and keep singing Susan, you better
be thankful. You better show me your appreciation. As
soon as you stop singing, your lube job is over.
Lotion...holy shit how stupid are you? You're not getting
any fucking lotion!! HA, you get my spit in your lying,
slutty ass and you'll like it. Maybe if you hurry up and
cum, I'll scoop some of that up and shove it in your butt
too. MAYBE. "
Susan kept singing for another couple of minutes as she
held her ass wide open for me. I sniffed her long and
deep, and slobbered all over her ass. She was crying, but
they were not humble tears. They were tears of shame and
anger. It kinda pissed me off.
"Ok Susan, it's time. Put your face on the bed, hold your
ass high in the air and beg me to rape it. You better
sound convincing, or maybe I'll use something longer and
harder than my dick. Say, better yet, how would you like
me to try fisting your asshole? I promise I'll use lotion
for that," I snarled in a voice so evil, so vile it
surprised even me.
"John, please, just fuck my ass. Don't use anything else.
Please use your cock in me. I, I, I want it. I really do.
I need your cock deep in my ass. Don't you want my tight
ass clenching your cock. Please, do it, I need it. I'm
yours, I'm your dirty little slut. I'm nothing, I'm so
sorry, I love you,"
She really lost it, was crying into the pillow and
rocking her ass back against me for comfort. Here is the
thing. I hated this woman. I wanted to hurt her, I really
did. But...well I guess I'm just not a hardcore rapist.
Yet.
A part of me felt it would somehow be wrong to
intentionally cause pain for pain's sake. Unlike Susan I
have compassion for other people.
"Ok baby, it's ok. I'll rape you with my cock, I promise.
I'll just use my cock. Now relax and let me have you, " I
said as I lined my dick up and slowly sunk it into her
wet asshole.
"OWWW Shit, you're hurting me. Wait, slow down. Let me
get used to it--IT HURTZZ! "
Susan's ass was perfect, I bottomed out in three strokes
and began pounding her proper. In, out long slow, thrust,
thrust, THRUST-fuck, hold it now. Repeat, repeat, and
repeat. I found my rhythm. Oh god was she warm, so wet,
and TIGHT. I had reached around and was milking her tits.
"Kiss me Susan, Kiss me slut, I want your tongue while I
fuck you."
As her tears dripped down her face, she swiveled her neck
around and we began hard frenching, as I tried my best to
rip her ass open.
"Tell me how much you love me slut, say it! Beg me to
rape you, do IT!" I roared in jubilation, in domination,
in utter glee.
"Oh god, ahgad, please, please, you're killing me, I
can't stand it, I'm sorry! Please, I'm sorry, I'll be
good, don't kill me, don't KILL ME!" She screamed as my
balls kept slapping her ass.
I felt my cum starting to boil, and my kidneys were
shivering. I was about to flood her ass. So I released
her tits and grabbed her hips. Slamming her to me over
and over, wilder and wilder, harder and faster.
"Take it, FUCK YOU bitch, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU. How, ugh,
do you, uh, like, my cock in your BUTT. I love raping
you, I love it, look at the camera Susan. Smile for it.
Oh shit, you're so tight! You are making me cum!" I
bellowed as I thrust myself into her, pulled her close by
her hips and shot jet after creamy jet into the broken
woman before me.
We both collapsed on the bed and caught our breath. I
love the feel of her wiggling and cringing beneath me. My
cock was still in her ass, I removed it with a wet plop.
Thanks to the "V" I was still 3/4 hard. My dick had a
reddish brown coating, and little clumps of cum clung to
it. It gave me an idea.
"Susan it is time for you to make another one of those
decisions we talked about. I am going to fuck you in a
few minutes. I'm giving you a choice. I will let you
clean my cock with your mouth if you want to. Otherwise
I'll stick it in your pussy as is, Blood, shit, sweat,
saliva and cum, doesn't sound very healthy, but it's up
to you. "
It was just after 10AM. Susan's husband
was not due to come home until 6:30pm. Her sobs of
despair, of pure humility were music to my ears. Susan
finally understood that this was not OVER. We were just
getting started. Slowly she crawled to my cock and said,"
Ok John, I'll suck you clean. You can do anything you
want. I belong to you. Please rape me master.
Heh.
EPILOGUE
There were no witnesses to Susan's rape. My movie theatre
alibi held. Around 1pm, I tied Susan, gagged her and
turned the TV on loud. Then, I went 5 blocks to the
theatre and bought a ticket. I made sure to go inside and
talk to the popcorn slut, we chatted about the upcoming
Fear Factor, to make sure she remembered it was Monday.
Then I took my ticket stub and slipped out the back door
to return to Susan. All told I was gone for about 30
minutes.
To make matters worse, this was the second time she had
accused me of rape. I had given her a bath and shower
before leaving her, washed her sheets. Then I soaked the
room in an alcohol, Lysol, Pinesol mixture. Random
fingerprints were explained away by the fact that I had
fucked her here, in this very room many times before.
Bottom line the DA elected not to file charges. The
fucking cops still suspected me, but they could not prove
it. Best of all, as this was her second false report, the
judge charged her with contempt of court. Susan was put
in jail for 90 days (just like me). She lost her job, and
her husband left her.
She'll be out in 1 more month. Heh, now here is the funny
part. I plan to keep raping her. Every six months or so,
I'll find her, and destroy her life. I'll bet she does
not even report me next time.
C'mon ya gotta laugh! Heh, snicker, giggle, TEEHEE!
So go ahead ladies. Be a cock tease, be a stuck up,
snooty, lying bitch, I DARE YOU!
Guys I'm looking for names. If you know a reasonably
attractive woman between the ages of 15 and 45 who needs
to be taught a lesson, e-mail me her information. A
picture, address, phone# and the reason why she deserves
to be humiliated.
Maybe she's your ex-girlfriend, or a cheating wife. Is
she a stuck up older sister, or a bitchy mother-in-law.
For $2,000 (+ expenses if you live more than 500 miles
away) I promise to absolutely destroy her. To rape her
mind apart. But it's not all about the dinars. If your
reason for wanting the bitch broken is good enough, I'll
do it, even if you can't pay. Like whatchamacallit,
ProSonnyBono--a public service.
I hope to see you real soon,
Jaz
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Author's Note
Howdy, it's been awhile. Contrary to the story above, I
was not in jail, I fooled around and fell in love. For
the record it's really hard to write this kind of story
when all you can think about are puppies and itty, bitty,
widdle KittyKatz. So you can all thank my Ex for being a
lying bitch and helping me get back to myself ("123,
THANKS KIM!")
Heh.
Even though I was away I did jot down a few ideas over
the last seven months. So I should be able to whip out a
couple fairly quickly.
As always, remember I am a liar who enjoys my craft. The
stories are just for fun, mostly BS, and should only be
read by the mentally sane.
There, now I can rest easy.
Jaz
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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