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Internet Predator
by Seltador (address withheld)
***
Was the gentleman she talked to on the net, what he
seemed? A cautionary tale of giving out too much
information. (MF, nc, rp, v, bd)
***
It was so easy, she had no idea how much information
she had let slip in their chats over the internet. A
small village near New Forest and she worked locally in
a shop that sold her favourite things. He had seen her
picture but she had never seen his and she thought he
lived in France while all the time he was in London.
He had walked into the shop on his second week of
looking and there she was. He bought a small item and
left, followed her back to her house when she left
work. It was set back from the road the nearest
neighbour was at least a quarter of a mile away,
perfect.
He drove back to London and logged on that evening and
chatted to her as normal, he told her next week he
would not be online as often as he had friends staying.
She would have to come over some time. Knowing she did
not have a passport from an earlier conversation, he
invited her to come on a day trip Wednesday her day
off.
Of course she refused and said she would just potter in
the garden on Wednesday, she was going nowhere.
This was perfect for him. He knew her thoughts and
fantasies, shame rape was not one of them, but it was
his and this week his fantasy would come true.
He drove down on Tuesday morning. He looked like an
affluent businessman, six feet tall, in his late 30’s,
fit as he worked out regularly, It was easy to get in
her back door with the skeleton key, he checked over
the house, yes no sign of a male presence. One other
thing to check that his laptop worked out here, yes it
did, so he was all set.
He enjoyed the thought of raping his victim but it was
the fear, humiliation and odd bits of hope. That was
going to make this an experience to savour. Briefly as
he was placing objects in her fridge he wondered what
would go through the bitch’s mind.
Hiding the laptop in the spare bedroom, he checked his
tablets, uppers and Viagra just in case, he intends she
gets no rest. He laid out the heavy metal chain for her
legs, the handcuffs and tied ropes to the legs of the
old fashioned chesterfield sofa and settled down to
wait.
Susan pulled up in her drive, her feet hurt she was
looking forward to a nice long soak, she didn’t have to
rush to get online as it was doubtful Jacques would get
on tonight. She opened the front door and as she bent
to pick up her mail the door was slammed shut and she
was thrown to the floor. A hand locked itself in her
heavy tresses and a knife was held against her throat.
Before she could recover from the shock she was being
dragged across the wooden floor by her hair, her feet
scrabbling for purchase to ease the pain of her scalp.
Pulling her over to the couch, he released her hair and
reached for the cuffs, knowing this is when she would
try to run, as she struggled to her feet he hit her
hard in the stomach, winded she sank to her knees. He
kneed her in the back forcing her face down in the
cushions.
He snapped the handcuffs on her. It was easy using the
ropes he had placed earlier he looped them round her
elbows and back to legs of sofa pulling her arms
further up her back. She was not going anywhere but he
wanted to pile on the humiliation of her predicament.
Two more ropes with heavy duty rubber bands attached
where tied to her long hair, causing her face to lift
off the sofa, and give a constant pull on her scalp. A
ball gag was forced into her mouth.
Finally the long heavy duty metal chain was attached to
her ankles; looping it round the heavy coffee table it
forced her legs wide apart. She was supported only by
her chest and knees. Using his knife he cut her top
clothes off slowly, beneath she was wearing plain white
underwear.
"Oh dear don’t you know how to dress to please," he
smirked you will suffer for that later. He delighted in
the shudder than ran through her body. He could not
wait pulling her panties to one side he thrust into
her, he loved the slight pain of his foreskin being
pulled back, entering her dry hole. He knew soon the
natural body defences would start to lubricate her, but
she would think her body was betraying her and feel
even lower than she did now.
There was no finesse he thrust hard and fast, as
brutally as he could. He loved the feel of her body
shaking and squirming beneath him, knowing her scalp
and elbows must be agonising as each thrust made more
strain on the ropes.
She was in daze the pain in her shoulders and head was
nothing to the dry rasp of his penis inside her, who
was he why was he doing this to her. Tears were running
freely down her cheeks, her mind was screaming but all
that came out was a guttural moan, and the silly thing
that was playing on her mind was she was drooling like
a baby. Oh please somebody let this soon be over, she
felt him stiffen he was about to come inside her. She
hoped this was the end of ordeal.
He grunted as he shot his load. 'That’s the first one
out of the way, now the fun can begin,' he thought.
Using his knife he cut off the rest of her clothes.
Then sat beside her on the sofa. He could see the fear
in her eyes. "Yes this is only the start I know your
shop does not open tomorrow so we have lots of time to
play."
He roughly grabbed her breasts and dug his fingers in
deep, as if he was trying to get them to meet through
the breast meat. Oh yes wearing white: Punishment time,
he removed his belt stood and preceded to belabour her
ass with it, raising welts across those creamy cheeks.
I noticed you had a digital camera while I was looking
round must take some pictures of you enjoying yourself.
He took close ups of her teary face, long shots, and
several of her virginal anus, I want a before and after
shot, because I’m going to rape that cute butt of
yours, over and over.
Who was he and why oh why did he pick on her, she
didn’t dress provocatively, was not a party lover or a
tease, why could he not leave her alone, the forced
fucking had hurt, she did not want to contemplate him
in her ass, it was dirty and degrading, he must be more
of an animal than she first thought. If only he would
undo the gag perhaps she could calm him down talk to
him anything to stop him hurting her again.
He spat on his cock the only bit of lubrication the
bitch deserved. Reaching beneath her he grasped her
nipples and with a steady pressure squeezed them as
flat as he could, the pain of which took her mind off
her anus which allowed the bulb to penetrate her
opening.
He waited just a moment for the muscle ring to adjust
to the invasion before delving deep in her inner
recess, having come once this was going to last longer
and he knew when he had finished riding the bitch she
would beg for more if he let her. These prim and proper
types were all whores underneath.
The pain as he pulped her nipples, these sensitive
organs made for licking and suckling, were being
brutalised, she was sure they would never again regain
their shape.
Then suddenly a white hot pain seared through her
spine, as he was forcing himself into her ass, her
muscles automatically clenched tight but the pain in
her nipples as she tried to breath through the pain
caused her ass to relax and he was fully in, she wanted
to vomit but she knew the gag would contain it, She
wanted to let go to pass out from the pain but her mind
would not let her.
Pulling out of her, He took more pictures, and turned
on her computer, while waiting he got the large
cucumber he had earlier placed in the fridge after
turning it up to high, Lovely and cold that should cool
the heat in her, he grinned to himself, Cutting it in
half re returned to her and pushed one half into her
cunt the other in her ass.
Taking yet more pictures, he uploaded the pictures onto
the computer. Perfect. "Look at these I’ve made you a
star bitch, Oh I forgot you can't lift your head enough
to see. Perhaps I should I release your hair, would you
like that? Nod slightly if you would."
She managed a slight bow of the head. With that he used
his knife to cut through her tresses releasing the
ropes. Her long hair dropped on the sofa still tangled
in the rubber bands. Holding the knife at her throat he
released the gag, "You scream and it will be the last
thing you do."
To show her how sharp the knife was he ran it gently
over one breast causing a long shallow stinging cut to
open the blood dripped over her nipple and onto the
pale blue sofa, Gently now he suckled the nipple and
blood like a baby drawing sustenance from its mothers
milk.
He then abused her with the cucumbers for the next 15
minutes non stop. He was hard and raring to go again
but he had things to do first.
She was in shock she hurt all over, violated, all those
names he called her whore bitch, cunt, but she wasn’t
she hated this, but her body was tingling little
shudders running through it, different from the pain,
it was almost pleasant.
But before she could hold onto those sensations with
her mind he hurt her again, she would not scream, some
small part of her mind was already broken, the horror
and shame she felt, meant she would hate anyone else to
see her like this and gloat as he was. She could feel
air on her scalp and looked forlornly at her hair lying
there; this was a rape of her mind as well as her body.
He made her say how much she loved this, that it wasn’t
real all a game. "Now I can upload these pictures and
what you said with your name and address to the web at
a touch of a button. People will flock to your door to
stick there cocks in your cunt, but you would love that
wouldn’t you. I know you can't get enough of me, can
you?"
He turned her over onto her back placing a stool under
her ass so only her shoulders were on the sofa, legs
were spread wide with the chain now you can see the
screen and how filthy you look, exposed for the world
to see. He took her lipstick and wrote slap me on one
tit, bite me on the other, then with a dry razor he
shaved off her eyebrows and her pubic hair. Writing
fuck-toy on her forehead then and cunt, ass all welcome
where her pubs once were. He fucked her twice more
while he was doing this.
She could see the last picture he took on the screen;
she didn’t look real, like a posed doll that you see in
magazines. But the words really stood out, if anyone
saw those pictures she would die, lose her job, and her
parents would never talk to her again.
She looked at her tormentor; he was a good looking man.
Why had he done this to her? She had always thought
rapists looked mean and ugly, you could introduce this
man to your mother, you never knew what lurked in the
recesses of anyone's mind she thought.
She noticed the message light was flashing on the
computer, Jacques maybe if I can get to it he will
help, she held on to that thought as it raped her yet
again, how can a man do this so often. She was so sore;
a mass of pain as it had pinched pulled as well as
fucked her sensitive vagina.
He saw her eyes widen as she noticed the message he had
sent from his laptop earlier. Now for more fun. "I will
upload these photos and protect them for now, but you
know what will happen if you cross me. I see a message
here; does the whore have a boyfriend?" He opened it.
"Shall we send lover boy one of your pics?"
He saw the panic in her eyes. "Let's have a new one
just for him shall we? I see you like candles, how much
I wonder." There were three tall thick taper candles in
a candelabra on the table. Again one went in each
orifice, the other he lit and dripped hot wax over her
cunt and tits.
He then fucked her long and hard with the one in her
cunt, causing it to soften and reshape with the heat
and juices of her body. There a before and after
pulling it out and placing it between her tits. "Now
what shall we say, hello come and join me."
"No, please don’t, he's a nice man, don’t do that,
don't show me up like that please." Was he going to
take everything from her, even her friend? She was
nothing, had nothing. "Please kill me now if you're
going to, I can't take anymore of this."
"Kill you, oh no sweetheart, I have a lot more fucking
to do yet, you will come to love it and me you won’t
want anyone else, ill always be in your dreams, that’s
what you will live for." As he sent the picture to
himself.
By the time he left, 5am Thursday morning, he no longer
had to restrain her she was his, totally no fight in
her, but the last time he made love to her, slowly
gently, kissed and caressed her to a mind blowing
orgasm the only one he had allowed her in all that
time. Writing down his number, he said call me when you
are ready to be my whore again.
Never! Never! Never, was going through her mind as she
gingerly lowered herself in to the scalding almost
bath, She would not report this to the police she was
too ashamed, she scrubbed hard to get the words she
felt were burned into her skin off, She tried to tidy
up her shorn hair, when suddenly she dissolved into a
violent flood of weeping, she could not stop. She
realised as hers tears finally started to dry up, what
she was, that final time and orgasm had proved it.
Sighing deeply and trying to repress the shudders that
were shaking her frame. She reached for the phone.
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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