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What Would It Take To Stop?
by SweetSera (pinkyarn@hotmail.com)
***
He had never raped a girl. He had dreamed and fantasized
about it for years. He'd recently joined a few online
role play sites which did nothing but feed the flames
and blur the line between reality and fantasy. (MF, nc,
rp, bd)
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He had never raped a girl. He had dreamed and fantasized
about it for years. He'd recently joined a few online
role play sites which did nothing but feed the flames
and blur the line between reality and fantasy.
Mark began shadowing females at random. At the mall, on
the streets, and dark parking lots. Sometimes keeping
his distance and other times getting uncomfortably
close. He loved watching their reactions. The short
quickened steps and the covert backward glances.
On the role play sites he frequently acted out his
fantasies in the chat rooms, but the women on the site
were just too willing and wet underneath their typed
protests.
He had never raped a girl. He had decided that tonight
that would change. No role play, this time reality.
As soon as the clock hit 10 pm he walked out the front
door of his apartment. He would begin by stalking the
night. He started out like he had so many nights before,
simply looking for a potential victim to shadow. Walking
along, he could hardly stand the raging hard on
straining against his pants. He was surprised that most
of the women on his normal route were paired up, either
with other women or men. He had yet to spy a stray lamb.
He climbed back in his car, moving on to the next spot,
feeling like a drooling wolf.
Mark was startled awake. He glanced around, confused.
His neck had a terrible kink in it and he winced,
rubbing the tender muscle. He realized he had fallen
asleep in his car. None of the spots had given him a
single suitable female to shadow, much less rape. He
pulled out his cell phone and glanced at the time on the
tiny screen. It was already after two in the morning.
"Fuck."
He was in the darkest corner of the Walmart parking lot.
Stretching out his arms, he carefully scanned the lot,
trying to go easy on the muscles in his neck. He nearly
screamed as he found himself face to face with a pale
round face nearly pressed into the glass of the driver's
side window. Her hand was raised as if she was about to
knock on the glass. He cranked the handle, lowering the
window a few inches.
"'Scuse me, sorry I woke you, can you help me?" Mark
could tell by her slur and the glassy eyes that she was
either drunk or high as a kite.
"What can I do for you?" He asked, glancing around to
see if anyone else was in the lot, seeing no one.
"My car broke down," she pointed vaguely down the
street, as if she was confused as to where it might be.
"Need a ride home." She swayed on her feet, using the
car to hold herself steady. He looked her over from head
to toe. She was built nothing like the women in the
stories or his fantasies. Those women were always short,
slender, and beautiful, blessed with perfect tits. The
woman that stood before him weighed close to three
hundred pounds and was shaped like a pear. Her short
permed hair was dyed a garish red. Her pale moon face
was punctuated with a heavily lip-sticked, puckered
mouth. Mulling over his options he decided that she
would do.
"Sure, get in the back."
She grabbed for the door handle behind him, he quickly
jabbed the lock button, unlocking the car a millisecond
before she yanked the handle.
"Thanks, Mister." She mumbled as she heaved her body
into the seat, the car springs protesting. "Harbrook
apartments." She stated as if she had just entered a
cab. Mark tightened his lips, repulsed by her presence,
but his lips lifted into a small grin as he saw her lay
her head back with her eyes closed.
Driving with one hand, his other hand rubbed his cock
through his pants. He focused on the stories and the
role play that filled his mind like tinder. Slowly his
cock hardened, beginning to bulge nicely in his lap. It
was nowhere near the intensity of the hard on that he'd
had as he stalked the streets four hours ago. He hoped
she wasn't too slutty or too drunk. He wanted genuine
resistance. Panic and fear would be even better. He
pulled the car onto a previously chosen dirt road, just
far enough to be out of sight if another car passed. He
quickly jumped out before she was fully aware of her
situation.
"Where are we?" She asked as he pulled her door open. He
started to climb into the back seat.
Crunch.
Mark fell backwards onto his ass. Tears poured freely
from both eyes and blood filled his mouth. The fat cow
cunt had kicked his square in the nose, breaking it. He
snarled with pained rage and lunged back through the
door before she could shut it. He crushed his full
weight on her, even though she outweighed him by a
hundred pounds. Painful blows landed on him as he
struggled to pull the rag from the sandwich bag in his
pocket that he had soaked in chloroform before leaving
the house. He jammed the cloth over her face and waited
until the stupid cow stopped moving before he dared to
loosen his grip.
Hurrying, he popped his trunk, looking for his duffel
bag. He wasn't sure how long she would be out and he
didn't think he had it in him to subdue her a second
time. His eyes were blurred with tears, blood continuing
to drip from his chin. He grabbed the zip ties and
quickly bound her hands behind her back as she lay
unconscious on her side.
He rolled her over onto her back, knowing that her own
bodyweight would painfully crush her arms the longer she
was forced to lay on them. He pulled her legs out of the
car. He had planned to undress her first but the vicious
kick altered that plan. He grabbed the shower curtain
rod from the trunk and quickly knelt on the ground in
front of her legs. Using copious amounts of duct tape he
quickly improvised a spreader bar.
Grateful that she was still out cold, he climbed back
into the front seat. Using the wad of McDonalds napkins
in his glove box he cleaned his face. He focused on the
anger churning in his stomach. This would be no rape for
the thrill of it. Now it was pure revenge. The bitch
would pay for breaking his nose. He kept feeding his
anger until he finally heard her groan in the backseat.
Mark smiled, getting out of the seat.
"Wha?" she pulled her arms and legs trying to free them.
Mark crawled into the back seat, laying his full weight
on her and grinning at the agony it caused her. He
hovered over her fat moon face as he searched his mind
for the perfect first words. In the chat room these
things were so much easier to think of, he wanted it to
be memorable.
"Get the fuck off me!" She bellowed spittle landing on
his lips. Mark's mind blanked out as he dry heaved. He
quickly backed out as he continued retching. This woman
had the absolute worst breath he had ever encountered in
his life. Worse than any rotting animal he had ever
seen. Gagging one more time he grabbed the duct tape
from the ground and circled the car. So much for
stuffing her panties in her mouth, he thought.
He ripped a length of tape off, opening the car door,
staring down at her terrified face. "You mouth looks
like a puckered asshole, but it smells worse that dog
shit." He covered her mouth, quickly tearing a second
piece from the roll as her tongue jabbed at the tape
trying to dislodge it. "Maybe I should tape over your
nose." He laughed, her eyes rolling in horror. He placed
the second piece over her mouth as well.
He grabbed the knife from his duffle bag on his way back
around the car. It was a large hunting knife, purchased
purely for the frightful sight. His cock lurched in his
pants as she tried to scream through the tape. Slowly,
deliberately he cut down the front of her bulky sweat
shirt. Underneath she wore a grubby Tee-shirt, Garfield
smiling up at him. He slowly cut through this second
layer of material, marveling at how easily the knife
sliced through it. A large white grandmotherly bra lay
between him and her large pale tits. The stiff band
around her torso had yellowed from years of sweat.
Looking up at her face he grimaced to see that snot had
started to ooze from her nostrils. There had never been
any snot in the stories. He turned to cutting the
sleeves from her body, wanting her top half completely
exposed to him. He was surprised that a woman in this
day and age didn't shave her arm pits. There was a thick
bush under each arm. He almost wished that he had left
the sleeves in place.
Backing out of the car, he wiped away the sweat from his
forehead. Time seemed to be flying. He grabbed her
behind the knees and pulled her a little further out of
the car. He quickly worked the knife up each leg, easily
cutting her pants from her body. The thick brown hair
that covered each leg made him conclude that she was
some kind of animal loving vegetarian hippy freak.
He wondered if that meant she was a virgin too. He could
see the bush under the large pair of underwear she wore.
These too had once been white and were now stained with
sweat at the edges. The hair spread from her bush out to
each inner thigh and up her large belly to her navel.
She cried out as he yanked the thin material, ripping
her underwear off rather than cutting it. He slipped the
knife between her cleavage and cut through the front of
her bra, removing the last item. Mark ran the blade down
some of the pubic hair on her belly, watching it flutter
to the ground. As much as he wanted to, he didn't have
time to remove the hair like he wished. Setting the
knife on the ground he knelt on the rod, pinning her
feet down as he spread her pussy open. She squirmed just
as he knew she would. Clumps of a white cottage cheese
substance clung to the inside of her cunt.
"Fuck me!" He cried out in anger. Coming from the center
of her pussy was a tell tale white string. Mark stood up
and looked up at the sky. He was to the point where he
thought it might be best if he just dumped her on the
side of the road and drove like a mad man to get home
and away from this foul creature that he had mistaken
for a good victim. He was furious at her.
Before he knew what he was doing he was smacking her.
Smacking her fat legs, smacking her face and tits,
hitting her belly as hard as he could. Her skin turned
red as he unleashed his rage on her pale flabby flesh,
welts and bruises from continued blows. Tears rolled
down her temples and more snot bubbled out of her nose.
He picked up the panties and draped them over her face,
blocking face from sight.
Before he could think too hard about it he grabbed the
string and flung the bloodied piece of cotton in the
woods like a bullet. He climbed on top of her, his cock
barely hard enough to penetrate. Closing his eyes he
made his mind go somewhere else.
And then he came. It was over. He had raped a woman.
Stunned, he backed out, standing on the road with his
pants around his hips. It had taken all of ten strokes
for him to spurt inside of her. He zipped his pants and
buckled his belt. He thought maybe he would wrap his
fingers around her neck and dump her body in the ditch
here. He walked around to the other door where her head
lay.
"I know everything about you, bitch," he said calmly
with his lips near her underwear covered ear. He placed
his hand over her throat, feeling her pulse just under
the skin. "If you ever tell a single soul about this,
I'll be at Holbrook apartments to finish it." He
squeezed her neck until her neck was purple and then he
let go.
Mark drove into town towards the car wash. He wanted to
get every bit of that dirty cows presence out of his
vehicle. He had left her in the ditch as he envisioned,
but she was quite alive. He doubted that she would tell
a soul what had happened. He planned to though. As soon
as he got back into the chat room he was going to get
the whole thing out of his system, only he needed to
know it was real.
END
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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. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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