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Strap-On Jenny
by Ashtree (tree_ash@hotmail.com)
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Jenny the rapist buys a strap-on. (FF, rp, nc, bd)
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Hi, it’s Jenny here again with another tale about
raping other women. This one’s about the time I first
discovered the joys of using a strap-on to fuck my
victims.
After I’d had Miss Johnson (my teacher from school) my
confidence was sky-high. I’d raped two women now, both
older than my 18 years, and had got away scot-free each
time. I felt invincible but also vaguely dissatisfied.
Although I’d used a vibrator on my teacher I felt it
lacked something. From my growing collection of lesbian
bondage mags I began to get the idea of getting a
strap-on dildo and actually fucking my next victim.
Like all my ideas once the seed was planted it began to
grow with astonishing speed and in only a few weeks I
had a good plan. I reckoned that where better to find
my next victim than a lesbian bar. I could play the
lesbian virgin role to the hilt, and I knew there’d
bound to be some predatory old dyke who’d jump at the
chance to break in an 18 year old virgin. I knew after
my scare with Miss Johnson that I’d have to use
handcuffs from now on but that was no problem. Now it
was just a matter of refining my idea.
Getting hold of a strap-on was easy, one trip to my
favourite adult store in the city and hey-presto. I’m
sure the guy in the shop didn’t know what to make of me
when I asked to see his selection of strap-ons and I
didn’t enlighten him as to my plans. I knew that I
would have to wait a few days between buying the strap-
on and using it simply to get the hang of how to fit
it, etc. I could hardly wait to get home that day, I
rushed upstairs, locked my door, stripped off and
strapped up. It too a few minutes of trying before I
managed to get it right, but finally I stood in front
of my mirror and admired myself.
The sight of me standing there, naked and with a large
phallus standing erect, coupled with the idea of what I
was going to do with it set my pussy on fire. I
hurriedly unfastened the strap-on and dived onto the
bed and rummaged underneath for my favourite magazine.
It had a brilliant picture of a young woman cuffed and
bound, bent over the back of a sofa, being fucked
against her will by a another girl with a strap-on. As
I fingered myself to a climax I knew that in only a few
days I’d be living that picture.
I began to plan actual dates now. My parents were away
for a while overseas and had left me alone in the
house; they knew I wasn’t the most social of people so
I wasn’t going to throw any wild parties. This meant,
of course, that I could come and go with no
explanations, so I decided now was the time. I’d go up
to the city one afternoon, hang around the lesbian bars
I knew of, and wait to be picked up. I reckoned I could
always stay the night at my victims house if needs be.
The day in question I packed my stuff in a carrier bag
from a well-known department store, that way I figured
I’d just look like a girl who’d gone shopping in the
city. I put in my new strap-on, a tube of lubricant, my
handcuffs, a vibrator, a kitchen knife to intimidate, a
pair of scissors, and as an afterthought my school tie,
after all I did intend to make my victim scream.
The make-up process took a long time. I wanted to look
young, but not so young as to look under-age, finally I
managed it. I wore a skirt that finished a few inches
above the knee, bare legs, and a t-shirt and no bra.
For a moment I considered if I’d over-baited the trap
but decided I’d got it right.
From the limited amount of reading I’d done about
lesbians I’d found about the professional lesbians and
had decided to lay the trap for one of those. I’d be in
a lesbian bar about the time their offices shut, I
reckoned that way they’d be more inclined to head
straight home with their catch instead of if I waited
for them to come out at night.
I entered what I knew to be a lesbian bar about 5 pm,
ordered a drink, and sat not too visibly but not too
hidden. After about 20 minutes the bar started to fill
with a recognizable type of customers, what now would
be called lipstick lesbians, lots of expensive business
suits and glamour hairstyles. One of then glanced at me
but moved on, thank Christ, I thought, she weighed
about 25 stone, I’ d stand no chance against her. Hell,
she might even rape me.
Then another entered the bar; she was much more my
type. She was in her late 30’s, I guessed, possibly
early 40’s, but her figure was still young, and her
black hair hung loosely about her shoulders. She was on
her own and when she glanced round the room I made sure
I smiled shyly at her. The bait worked and in a couple
of minutes she came over with her drink and a refill
for me.
She immediately started making enquiries about what I
was doing there, I guess she was probing to see if I
knew what sort of bar it was.
So I started playing the lesbian virgin act; I told her
I sort of knew what sort of bar it was and that I was
having trouble defining my sexuality. As I expected
this got her attention. I told her I was from a small
village out in the country where it was difficult to be
different but I was becoming increasingly attracted to
women and so had come to the city, where I could find
out more.
She was hooked now, all I had to do was reel her in. I
came right out and asked her if she was gay and she
said she was, and placed her hand on my knee and
squeezed it gently, and said that if there was anything
she could do to help me find myself she would. I told
her what made me uncomfortable about boys was the idea
of them putting their dicks inside me, this made her
laugh.
She explained that she’d been a lesbian since her early
20’s and had only been fucked by a man once, that was
the great thing about being a lesbian she said, she
hadn’t had a dick inside her for years and never would
again she reckoned. This was better than I thought,
what a shock was coming to you, lady.
I reckoned it was time to move things along and asked
if we could go somewhere more private and after finding
out that I didn’t have to be home at any time asked me
if I’d like to come back to her place. I feigned
reluctance at first but agreed when she said there was
no pressure, and there was a spare room if I didn’t
feel ready for anything.
If I’d had any doubts about whether her intentions were
honourable or not they were dispelled in the corridor
leading from the main bar to the street; she gently
pressed me against the wall and kissed me full on the
lips, hell with it, I thought, and kissed her back. As
we kissed she slid one hand under my skirt and up my
leg and with her other she pulled my t-shirt out of my
skirt and then ran her hand up inside that and started
to squeeze my bra-less breasts. I pulled away at this
point, saying this was too public, and she merely
grinned, but complied.
On the walk to her car she told me a bit about herself,
she was called Rachel and worked as a financial
director for a multi-national company based here. She
had no partner and had originally planned to have
friends round tonight but she called them on her mobile
and cancelled the arrangement. I told her I was glad
we’d be alone, I didn’t tell her why.
Judging by her car she wasn’t lying about her job, it
was a top of the range sports car, and it made short
work of the few miles drive to her house, even allowing
for the city traffic.
Judging by her home she wasn’t lying about her job
either, it was a penthouse flat in an exclusive
apartment block. I think she was a bit embarrassed
about being seen with someone clearly young enough to
be her daughter, as we didn’t go through the main
entrance but instead used the side/service entrance to
avoid any prying eyes. Needless to say this suited me
fine.
This meant we took the secondary lift, which, she said,
was smaller than the main one. It was also unused for
99% of the time and we were the only occupants for the
trip up to Rachel’s level. She used our solitude for
another groping session, rather heavier than the one at
the bar. As we kissed she ran her hand up my skirt and
slipped it inside my panties and gently rubbed my pussy
lips. She was a good kisser and this, coupled with my
own thoughts about what I was going to do to the
predatory old dyke once I had her tied up, ensured that
I was wet enough down there to re-assure her about
where the night was heading.
"You can touch me, you know." Rachel whispered in my
ear. I didn’t want to get to carried away in here so I
gingerly slid my hand round to stroke her bum, but
luckily for me before things could go much further the
lift gave a jolt as it reached the right floor and we
broke apart.
Rachel opened the lift doors, did a quick check on the
landing and then hurried me along the hallway to her
door, opened it and ushered me in. I don’t know whether
she was always like this or whether the fact that she
thought she was about to break in a 16 year old lesbian
virgin (I’d lied about my age, I’m afraid), but Rachel
seemed like a bag of nerves and immediately rushed to
the kitchen to fix herself a large glass of wine.
She took nervous gulps from it while she showed me
round her spacious flat, it was decorated in a
minimalist style, and I have to say it was beautiful,
however I had other things on my mind. Such as how to
overpower my host. Then I began to get an idea. In the
short time we’d been here Rachel had already re-filled
her glass twice, if she carried on at this rate she
might get so drunk she’d let her guard down. I didn’t
want her passed out though; I like my victims to know
what’s happening.
As she disappeared into the kitchen again I hurriedly
took my 2 pairs of handcuffs out of my carrier bag with
the knife and slipped them into my handbag. Rachel
returned from the kitchen this time carrying two wine
glasses, and she suggested we sit together on the sofa.
We sat side by side on the sofa drinking our wine, she
crossed her legs in a sexy fashion and I caught a
glimpse of bare thigh above her stocking top, she
stroked my hair as we talked and I endeavoured to keep
the conversation going long enough to get her drunk
enough to put my plan into action.
The wine flowed and so did the talk, I was pretty
confident of my ability to out drink her if I needed to
but shortly after we started our 3rd bottle I figured
the time was right.
By now her own thoughts were doubtless beginning to
turn to when to make her move and for a brief moment I
weighed up whether to let her do that and pounce in the
bedroom but then decided it would be more fun to catch
her before she began.
"Rachel," I began, "could you get me a couple of ice
cubes for my wine?"
"Sure sweetie." She climbed to her feet slightly
unsteadily and wandered off to the kitchen, silently I
rose and followed her taking my knife out of my bag as
I did so. As she reached the door of the kitchen I
swiftly grabbed her hair, jerked her head back and put
the knife to her throat. Her cry of pain and surprise
was short.
"Ok, you dyke bitch," I hissed into her ear "This is a
robbery, do exactly as I say and you won’t get hurt,
understand?"
She mumbled her frightened agreement; I’d gambled
correctly that if she only thought she was going to be
robbed she wouldn’t resist, whereas if I’d announced my
intention of raping her I might have had a fight on my
hands.
"Good, now kneel down and put your hands behind your
back."
As Rachel did so I felt a tingling in my pussy as she
began to submit to me, as she put her hands together
behind her back I seized them with one hand, reached
into my bag for the first set of handcuffs and snapped
them onto her wrists. Her kneeling position gave me a
very tempting glimpse inside her blouse at her pretty
breasts half hidden in her lacy bra. I was now
beginning to get quite wet at this situation and with
my breathing becoming hard and fast clipped the other
pair of cuffs onto her ankles.
"Don’t move a fucking muscle or make a squeak. I’ll be
right back." I told her, hoping I was hiding my rapidly
rising excitement.
I was silently cursing myself for leaving my school tie
in my carrier bag; there was nothing to stop Rachel
screaming her head off while I went to get it and at
that point I’d have to run. Luckily my short absence to
retrieve the tie and the scissors was accompanied by
total silence.
Hurriedly I knelt down behind Rachel who was trembling
a bit, this, of course, turned me on more. Dropping the
scissors silently onto the hallway floor I looped my
school tie round her face.
"Open wide, bitch" I demanded, and as she dutifully
obeyed (Christ, how her submission was making me wet.)
I yanked the thing back into her mouth and knotted it
hard behind her head.
A strangulated choke was Rachel’s only response to this
indignity, but I knew she could still breathe so I gave
her no respite. Close to her now I could down her
blouse again and the sight of her breasts rising and
falling with her fearful breaths brought me to the edge
of, hopefully, the first of many orgasms of the night.
I slid my arms round her and ripped her blouse open and
pulled her bra down, Rachel tried to cry out in fear
and protest as I grabbed and mauled her lovely tits, I
was close to coming now and pushed her down to the
floor on her side and leant onto her, with my left hand
I pinched and squeezed her nipple and thrust my right
hand up her skirt.
I reached the top of her stockings and squeezed the top
of her thigh then pushed my fingers into the crotch of
her panties, she bucked against me but this was me in
my element and as I pushed the material into her pussy
I felt the onrush of my orgasm. I dropped my lips onto
her bare shoulder and bit hard, very hard judging by
her squealing and struggling.
"Shut it, bitch," I whispered hoarsely lifting my mouth
just long enough to move my attentions to her neck and
give it a vampire style bite, simultaneously I gave her
nipple a vicious pinch and violently pushed my fingers
into her covered pussy and then I came. I hugged her
closer to me as I did and sucked hard on her neck, I
lifted my leg over hers and ground my crotch into her
bum as I shuddered.
As my orgasm subsided I eased myself off Rachel a bit
and slumped back onto the floor while I got my breath
back. She was starting to cry now with the shock of it
all.
"Not quite what you had in mind when you picked me up,
eh? Dyke slut." I asked as I pulled her head back by
the ends of my school tie. "I’d save your tears you’ll
need them for what I intend to do to you later. You’re
a bit over dressed for what I have in mind though."
With that I picked up the scissors and began to cut her
clothes off.
The blouse fell to pieces under the blades assault, but
her bra straps were slightly tougher, in revenge for
this inanimate obstruction I ran the open blades
lightly over her breasts causing her to shake almost
uncontrollably. Standing up I moved round to her feet
and pulled her skirt off her, she looked really sexy
in just her stockings and panties but I wanted her
totally nude so I roughly cut the stockings from her
legs nicking her knee with the scissors slightly, this
would greatly increase her fear and so her compliance.
Her panties were flimsy and I took great pleasure in
ripping them roughly off, I knelt astride her body and
held the scissors at her throat.
"I’m going to ungag you now Rachel just long enough to
put your panties in your mouth, you scream and it will
be the last noise you ever make, understand?"
Her eyes flashed a terrified consent so I pulled the
tie from her mouth and, before she could take more than
half a gulp of air I pushed her panties in and re-
gagged her.
"That’s better isn’t? You dyke bitch slut, you thought
you were going to get a nice little virgin to deflower,
didn’t you? But I have a surprise waiting for you. In a
second I’ll turn you onto your front and untie your
legs and we’ll go into your living room where I’ll show
you what it is." I twisted her already battered nipples
as I said this then lifted myself off her and rolled
her onto her front.
Rachel’s body was exceptionally good for someone in her
late 30’s or 40’s and I began to get wet again as I
gazed at her bottom and thighs – I’d have a lot of fun
with those later – but I had work to do.
I unclipped the cuffs round her ankles and hauled her
to her feet by her hair; I pushed her roughly into the
front room and made her stumble onto the sofa. I could
hardly wait now, in a few minutes I was going to rape a
woman with a strap-on but I wanted her to see what was
coming so I pushed and pulled her until she was lying
on her back with her face looking into the room. I
stepped back from the sofa and started to undress.
Normally, with my victim tied and helpless I would have
taken my time undressing but the realization of how
close I was to doing her made me hurry. I still took a
few minutes to take in her helplessness, she wasn’t
even struggling (that would soon change), her tiny
(clipped?) triangle of pubic hair waiting without
knowing.
Once naked I went over to my bag and fished out my
strap-on, Rachel’s eyes bulged as she saw the size of
it and realized what was about to happen, she started
to raise herself into a sitting position and swung her
legs onto the floor, with one large step I was up to
her and slapped her face hard and pushed her back down.
"Stay the fuck there, bitch." I yelled at her and
yanked her hair and slapped her face again. "Remember
how you said you haven’t been fucked for so many years?
That’s about to change, so stay there like a good dyke
while I get strapped up."
Rachel started sobbing again; I think she accepted now
that there was very little she could do to stop me. She
started to plead with me (I think) through her gags but
I wasn’t interested. I grabbed her face in one hand.
"Listen you bitch, shut the fuck up, I’m going to fuck
you now and when I’ve done that I’m going to fuck you
up the arse, and there’s nothing you can do or say to
stop me. Remember, no-ones coming round tonight, it’s
just you and me all night, so just lie there and take
it like the depraved old dyke you are."
Then I returned to fitting my strap-on, it only took a
few minutes. I squeezed some lubricant out onto the
phallus and rubbed it up and down the shaft in an
exaggerated fashion. Now I was ready.
I was shaking with anticipation as I climbed onto the
sofa at her feet, in her fear she tried to inch up the
sofa away from me but it was too easy to grab her knees
to steady her. I slapped the insides of her thighs to
separate them and moved myself into position.
"Ready?" I asked with an evil smile.
I bent over her loving the naked terror in her eyes,
with one hand I guided the tip of the strap-on between
her lips, and I left it there for a minute while I
dropped my mouth onto her breasts. I kissed and licked
them gently at first until I heard a soft moan of
pleasure coming from behind Rachel’s gag. Fuck that, I
thought, so I bit very hard onto her fleshy mound and
as she screamed as best as she could and arched upwards
I thrust myself inside her.
I was inside a woman for the first time, and it felt
divine. I thrust myself aggressively into her time and
again, slamming my hips against hers, reveling in the
way this sent shudders through her body which my mouth,
still biting hard on her breast, picked up. I released
my bite on her breast and kissed her shoulder, then bit
that as a new phenomenon grew upon me: the strap-on was
arousing my clit and I could feel another orgasm
building.
Rachel was sobbing openly now – at least I’d stopped
her enjoying this – and I thrust into her with renewed
vigour, slipping my hands under her to cup and then
rake her buttocks with my nails. My face was now next
to hers and I alternated between raining kisses on her
cheek and inflicting love-bites on her neck.
The tremors in my pussy caused by the strap-on were
rapidly building to a huge orgasm which suddenly
rippled through me. It was the most tremendous orgasm
I’d ever felt and I stayed at my deepest penetration
inside Rachel for its duration. I let out a low moan of
pleasure right next to ear to show how much pleasure
I’d just taken from her.
I lay slumped like a dead weight on her for a minute
while I recovered myself, then I pushed myself up and
looked at her. Rachel was staring blankly at the
ceiling, eyes filled with tears which were overflowing
and running down the sides of her head. I knew I was
quite near to breaking her and that once I’d done that
I could un-gag her and get her mouth to work on me.
I glanced the other way at the back of the sofa, it was
quite high backed – about waist height – and that gave
me an idea. I pulled myself out of Rachel without any
warning causing her to cry out and try to curl up into
a fetal position but I was a girl on a mission now and
climbed off the sofa grabbing Rachel’s’ hair and
pulling her with me.
She tried to object through both her sobs and her gags
but a swift slap across the face showed her I was no
more inclined to listen than before. I dragged her,
squealing, around the sofa and then bent her over the
back of it.
"Stay there, and don’t move a fucking muscle, dyke
slut." I snarled as I left her just so I could grab my
tube of lubricant from the floor. I moved round behind
Rachel again and knelt down behind her. I stared
lustfully at her thighs and bottom and started to kiss
them all over, running my tongue up the back of her
legs to her bottom, pressing my face against her flesh.
I slid my hand up the inside of her legs and fingered
her pussy as roughly as I could.
As soon I felt that she might be enjoying it I wrapped
my arms around her waist and bit deeply on her
buttocks, the way she cried and wriggled against my
face lit my fires down below again. The bite made
Rachel attempt to stand upright but I pushed her back
down.
"I said don’t fucking move, bitch, don’t make me any
angrier than I am now."
Still kneeling I squeezed some more lubricant onto my
strap-on and spread it up and down the shaft. Rachel
had no idea what I was doing until I slipped my
lubricated hand between her legs. I guess she was
simply expecting another fucking but when I pushed my
thumb against her anus she must have suddenly realized
what I had in mind.
Standing up I pushed my weight against Rachel, who
being bent over the sofa was unable to move much. I
pressed my greased thumb against her little hole until
it eased itself in.
"Don’t you fucking dare try and stop me. You’re getting
it up the arse, fucking dyke slut."
Still holding her firmly between me and the sofas back
I spread her buttocks with one hand and with the other
guided the tip of the strap-on until it was resting on
its target.
My excitement was making me short of breath and I could
only pant my next instruction.
"Just relax, you can’t stop me."
With the tip of the phallus probing her ring I gripped
the back of Rachel’s neck and pushed her head down,
then I started to push my way in.
At first the resistance was too much but as I applied
more pressure I felt her hole spread and allow the
greased shaft to start easing its way. Even though
Rachel’s face was being pressed firmly into the
cushions she was still making quite a bit of noise so I
guess her pain must have been tremendous.
Not that that bothered me one bit, the thrill of
buggering a woman for the first time was making me melt
and the strap-on was once again doing its bit on my
clit. I soon found out that it was best to maintain a
continuous pressure rather than the rapid thrusts I’d
used when fucking her pussy, and slowly, bit by greased
bit my strap-on was sliding further and further into
her.
Rachel was trying to shake her head as if telling me
she couldn’t take any more, this just made me more
turned on, but when she began to kick her legs out
against me I got annoyed and slapped her thighs
viciously hard.
This new act of cruelty coupled with the steady rubbing
of my clit started my orgasm, and as it shuddered
through me I pushed her head down further and, with my
other hand, felt for and squeezed her pussy lips. The
muffled shriek this produced was the icing on the
orgasm cake.
As my orgasm subsided I pulled myself rapidly out of
Rachel, grabbed her hair and pulled her upright. She
was moaning into her gag, and appeared to be in some
distress, I slid my arms around her and began to
squeeze and pinch her breasts making her squirm against
me, but there was no energy in her movements and I
guessed I broken her.
I dragged her out of the living room in search of her
bedroom; I wanted to degrade her in her own bed before
I was done. Her flat was quite large so actually
finding the bedroom took slightly longer than I
expected but once there I pushed Rachel roughly onto
the bed and then groped and mauled her all over,
laughing all the while at her tears and muffled cries.
She had, as I’d expected, a large bed and I rolled her
all over it, slapping and pinching her all over her
body, then kissing and licking her. I rolled her onto
her back and sat astride her chest and rubbed my strap-
on all over her face and gag, then I went to work
biting her nipples and pushing my fingers into her
pussy. It was as if I was determined to leave no part
of her body unmarked as I bit her arms and then her
thighs, a sort of frenzy had overtaken me, I just
wanted to inflict as much pain as suffering as my
pleasure could handle.
Out of the blue I pushed her off the bed onto the
floor, unable to break her fall she hit the ground
hard, not that I cared, I leant down and started
pulling her across the floor by her hair. I think the
fall stunned her a bit as she took a couple of seconds
to get her limbs working but eventually she hauled
herself to her feet. I sat on the edge of the bed and
positioned her next to me and indicated for her to go
over my lap.
She just stood there, face streaked with tears, as if
not understanding my instructions so I pulled her down
by her breast.. Once over my lap I forced her arms up
which, of course, forced her head down onto the floor
and her lovely bottom up. It was her bottom I was now
interested in, it still had my teeth imprints in it;
soon it would have my hand prints all over it. I began
to spank her, slowly at first then harder and faster
until the blows were almost continuous and she was
wriggling and moaning for all she was worth.
Eventually I had to stop, my hand was aching that much,
but not too much that I couldn’t force my fingers into
her pussy and pinch her clit, causing her to actually
twist off my lap onto the floor.
"Get back on the fucking bed, you fuck-toy, and gets
what coming to you." I yelled at her and was gratified
to see her obey almost immediately. As she climbed onto
the bed I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down
onto her back, I slapped her thighs apart and prepared
to fuck her again.
"You’re going to remember this fuck for the rest of
your life, dyke slut." I hissed as I positioned my
strap-on again.
I lifted her legs behind her knees and dragged her down
the bed towards me; I was kneeling up and had to lift
her hips so her pussy slid onto my shaft. Rachel was
offering no resistance now; it was as if she’d just
given up. Her eyes were shut. Fuck that, I thought.
I let go of her hips, leant over her and slapped her
face.
"Look at me while I rape you, bitch."
Her eyes opened and I fixed her gaze as I began to
thrust in and out of her. This thrill of looking deep
into the eyes of my victim while I fucked her hard and
rough was a new one and my inevitable orgasm wasn’t
long coming.
As soon as the waves started I pulled out of her, I
rapidly undid my tie and fished her panties out of her
mouth, she gasped at the fresh air but her respite was
brief because I forced my strap-on inside her mouth.
"Lick yourself off it" I hissed as I held her head
steady by her hair with one hand and started to undo my
strap-on with the other. I let go of her hair for a
moment to enable me to undo it quicker and then, while
still orgasming, I pulled the strap-on out of her
mouth, threw it away and forced my pussy onto her lips
as I came.
I ground myself into her face, as yet another really
intense orgasm coursed through me. I clamped my thighs
on her cheeks and actually thought I was going to
faint. As it subsided I leant back from her face at
last allowing her to breathe, then I lay back getting
my breath back. This had been the most satisfying of my
rapes so far, if using a strap-on was this good how
could I stop?
For a few minutes I lay there, only the sounds of
Rachel’s breathing and sobbing accompanying my
thoughts. This one was over though, so I began to
prepare to leave. I left her on the bed while I
vanished into the living room to get dressed. I glanced
at the clock; 9.pm, not bad I thought as I did my skirt
up, I could still get the last train home.
I gathered all my stuff together and stuffed it into my
bag; I went back into the bedroom. Rachel was still
where I left her, she gazed at me fearfully when I came
in but I made no move towards her. I retrieved my
strap-on and school tie first and then went looking for
her dressing gown; once found it I took the sash and
tied her ankles very firmly together. This was to give
me enough time to get clear before she could do
anything, not that I expected her to; what could she
tell anyone? She picked up a kid who raped her. Who’d
believe that? And if the Police came to see me, well
Officer she wanted some S & M and it got a bit rough.
I didn’t need to tell her this; she was an intelligent
woman. As I was about to remove her handcuffs I was
overcome with an urge to leave her one last memento.
Finding her panties I stuffed them in her mouth,
ignoring her feeble protests and then gave her four
last vicious, deep bites: 1 on each breast and 1 on
each buttock.
As her tears fell again I removed her handcuffs and
left. As usual I said nothing as I went, I just went
quickly.
Once outside I suddenly realised I didn’t know where I
was, for a moment I was a bit alarmed – lost at night
in the city, would the hunter become the hunted?
Fortunately at that moment a taxi appeared and I hopped
in. I guess I was just a lucky person.
On the way to the train station my mind was racing with
ideas for my next victim.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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