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I Was a Serial Rapist - 1
by JSR (storytellerxxx5@gmail.com)
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A reporter interviews a convicted serial rapist. (mf-
teens, nc, rp, 1st, oral, anal, mc)
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PART ONE
This is Janet Kux. Today I'm interviewing Luke Trail.
You may remember his trial. He was convicted as a serial
rapist last year, and sentenced to 80 years in prison.
He can't be paroled before until he is 75 years old.
That will be in 50 years.
I will tell you his story just as he told it to me. It
might sound a little fantastic to you. I was fascinated
with his story, but you'll have to make up your own mind
as to the validity of the story. One note, we are not
publishing the last names of the victims, to protect
their identities. Now here is the story as he told it to
me, Janet Kux, reporting.
My story starts when I was 14 years old. I was a good
student at school, but was not liked by the girls. I was
not an athlete nor was I hansom. I was not ugly, and I
would not stand out in a crowd.
There was one girl that I liked very much, but if she
talked to me, it was like I was a piece of dirt, she
never called me by name, just 'hay you'. Jenifer was
very good looking, and a good student. One of our
teachers assigned us to do a project together, and I was
on my bicycle riding over to her house.
At a major intersection, a vehicle (I never saw it) ran
a red light and hit me broadside. I was unconscious, and
was taken to the hospital. I found out later that I had
suffered a concussion, and was in a coma for 2 years.
I had many weird dreams during this period. One
reoccurring dream was of voices saying things like "we
can give him the power" and "listen to our instructions
and you can learn how to do this". The last dream I
remember the voices said, "You now have the power, use
it wisely and for good."
Then, I remember opening my eyes and seeing a nurse
looking at some monitors that seemed to be hooked up to
me. Something on the monitors caught her eye, and then
she looked at me and asked, "can you hear me?" I tried
to answer her, but my voice would not work, so I tried
to shake my head 'yes' but could barely move it. The
nurse then said, "If you can hear me, blink your eyes
three times." I did that and she said, "I will be right
back, just relax." Then she disappeared from my view.
She came back shortly, with another nurse, and a doctor.
They all looked at the monitors, and then at me. The
doctor said, "It should take you an hour or two before
you'll be able to use your voice. Don't try to move too
much. We'll notify your parents that you're awake and
they should be here soon. Just rest for now." Then they
all disappeared.
About half an hour later, mom and dad entered the room.
The nurse that came in with them told them, "He does not
have his voice back yet, but he can hear you. Also, his
muscles have atrophied and he cannot move as yet." Mom
was crying and dad had a hopeful look on his face.
I tried very hard, and was able to turn my hear a small
amount toward where they were standing, so I could see
them. As they were telling me about what happened to me,
I was able to make some sounds, but not yet words. After
about an hour, the nurse came back in and told them that
it was enough for today, but to come back every day as
it would help me to get better.
It took about a month for me to be able to talk and move
enough for the hospital to release me to go home, and
another two months before I was strong enough to start
back in school. However I was now 2 years behind all the
people I knew, and now I was 16, but my class mates were
13 and 14.
I tried, after school to reconnect with the people I had
know before the accident, but they treated me like I was
too young to be around. Jenifer was the worst. She
called me all kinds of names and said, "You had that
accident just so that I had to do that project all by
myself. I will never talk to you again." That hurt me
worse than a slap in the face. I vowed to get even with
her.
One of my teachers, (Mrs. James) liked to wear low cut
blouses, and one day it was apparent that she did not
have a bra on. Sitting in my seat I thought to myself,
"Mrs. James, unbutton all the buttons on your blouse."
Much to my surprise, and the rest of the students, as
she was talking to us, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse.
She did not even seem to notice that her tits were
partly visible to us.
I again thought to myself, "Mrs. James, show us you
tits." What a surprise, when she pulled her blouse out
of her skirt and opened it so we could all see her tits.
At that point one of the girls in the front row, said,
"Mrs. James, why are you showing the whole class your
breasts?" Mrs. James looked down at her chest, and
turned bright red.
She then closed her blouse and walked out of the room. A
few minutes later, she came back with her blouse
buttoned like it should have been and continued her
lesson without acknowledging what had happened. The next
day, we had a new teacher. Mrs. James was never seen
again in our school.
I began to think about what had happened, and the fact
that I had silently told Mrs. James to do what she had
done. I decided to try an experiment. A few days later,
Cyndi (a 13 year old in my class) came in wearing a
skirt that was very short. I decided to see if I really
could make people do what I said, so I said to myself,
"Cyndi, go to the bathroom and take off your panties,
when you come back, you will sit with your skirt at your
waist." A minute or so later, Cyndi asked to go to the
bathroom, and when she came back, she sat down and
pulled her skirt up to her waist, it was obvious that
she now did not have any panties on. Since she sat in
the next to last row, only those of us in the back row
could see her ass cheeks. Since there were only boys in
the back row, no one said anything,
While it was still in the realm of coincidences, I
decided to try some things at home, or in a store. On
the way home, I stopped at the malt shop. I found a
place to sit, and I saw Cyndi sitting with a couple of
girls. I thought "Cyndi, come over here and sit beside
of me, then tell me what you are wearing under your
skirt and blouse."
A minute or two later Cyndi came to my booth and said,
"Mind if I sit with you?" I smiled and said, "Sure, but
won't your friends object?" She sat right beside me, and
said, "You know I lost my panties somewhere today, and I
am wearing a 32a bra." I said again to myself, "Cyndi,
when I put my finger in your pussy, you will smile and
kiss me."
I then pulled up her skirt and put a finger into her
pussy. She leaned over and smiled and kissed me. I then
asked her where she lived, and she gave me the address.
I mentally asked her if her parents were home, and she
said, "Want to come over, my parents will not be home
until after midnight tonight?"
I said, "You go home, and I will be there in a little
while, but do not tell anyone I am coming over."
She said, "all right see you in a while."
"Slap my face," I replied, "and walk out like you are
mad. Then I will see you in a little while."
She stood up and slapped my face and walked out in a
huff. My face hurt and had her hand print on it as I
left the malt shop, however everyone thought she did not
like me, and that is just what I wanted them to think.
I went home and made sure that mom saw me, and told her
I was going to take a nap as I had had a hard day. In my
room, I opened the window, and went out into the back
yard, being sure that no one saw me, I went out the back
gate. I went through back yards to get to Cyndi's house
undetected.
I knocked on her door, and she was waiting for me. As I
entered she kissed me and said, "I like you, but don't
let the other kids know it. They think you are too old
for any of us." I said, "Don't worry I will not tell
anyone, and that slap you gave me made them all laugh at
me." She also said, "I don't know why I told you about
my panties and bra, I never talk about things like
that."
"Don't worry, no one will know unless you tell them. Now
take off all of your clothing."
She looked at me and smiled and said, "I have an urge to
do just that." She then disrobed.
I then told her to take all my clothing off, which she
did very slowly. I asked her if she had ever seen a boy
nude, and she said, "No, but I have always wanted to see
the difference between boys and girls, I guess now I
will know."
Once she had me down to just my undershorts, I said,
"Once my shorts are off, you will know the difference,
and I will show you why we are different." She slipped
my shorts down and gasped when she saw my cock, and it
started to get hard almost immediately.
I said, "Lets go to your bedroom and have some fun." As
she led the way, she asked, "What kind of fun are we
going to have?" She was very naive. I asked her, "What
have your parents taught you about sex?" She said,
"Nothing except that boys and girls are different."
I reached over and touched her budding tits and said,
"Do you know why you and your mom have tits, and men
don't" "Not really," she answered. I said "then we will
have a little sex education in your room." "That sounds
like fun she said."
I mentally told her that any question I asked that
needed a yes or no answer, she would always answer yes.
We then sat on her bed and I put my hands on her nipples
and started playing with them.
I asked her, "Does that feel good?" and she answered,
"Yes."
I said describe to me what you feel."
"At first it tickled a little, then it started feeling
very nice and now I feel a tingling down there."
"Where is 'down there?'" I asked.
She pointed to between her legs, and I said, "from now
on instead of saying 'down there', you will say in my
pussy. Now where is the tingling?" Cyndi said, "In my
pussy."
"Do you know what your pussy is for?" I asked.
She said, "I use it to urinate."
"Anything else?"
"Some of the girls say that it is used to make babies,
but I don't believe them."
"Why don't you believe it when they tell you?" I saked.
"Silly, how could a baby get in there and it would be to
big to get out of there," she answered.
"If you say so," I said. All the time I had kept playing
with her nipples and she was starting to squirm.
I then said, "Do you know what this is," as I pointed to
my cock? She said, "From its location, I would guess
that it is for you to pee from, but why would you need
something like that instead of what I have?"
I said, "Yes it is used to pee, but it also makes some
cream, that I think you will like to taste."
"Then I would like to taste it, can you give me some?"
I rolled over onto her bed on my back and said, "Cyndi,
get down between my legs and put it in your mouth. Then
you will lick it like a lollypop and suck gently on it.
Once you do it right, it will squirt cream into your
mouth and you must swallow it all."
Once I had her started giving me a blow job, I had her
use one hand to play with my balls. When I was ready to
cum, I said get ready to taste and then swallow, it will
be in your mouth in a few seconds."
When I blew my load, she got most of it in her mouth and
got the taste of it, then swallowed it. I then had her
use her finger and get some that had gotten out of her
mouth, she then put that in her mouth and ate it as
well. "Did you like the cream?" I asked.
"It was a little bit salty, but was good. Can I get
more?"
I said, "In a little while, while we are waiting lie on
your back and spread your legs as far apart as you can.
Now I am going to have some of your cream, you just lie
there and let me do what I have to do to get your cream
started."
"I did not know I could produce cream," she said.
"Yours will be more like a very thin syrup," I said,
"and you will like how it feels when I start coaxing it
out."
I got between her legs and started kissing and sucking,
and licking her clit, cunt and hole. Soon she was
bucking her hips. I stopped for a second and asked, "How
does that feel now?"
She moaned, "Heavenly."
I continued and then took a finger and kept it playing
with her clit, while my tongue ran up and down in her
pussy lips, and into her hole. It took no time at all to
have her hotter than a $2 pistol.
I then moved my body so that my cock was at her
entrance, and in my mind I said, "Cyndi, I am going to
fuck you, take your cherry, and you will like it.
However you will never tell anyone it happened." With
that I shoved my cock into her as hard as I could. I
felt her hymen rupture, and she screamed for a second
and then became quiet.
I started ramming in and out of her, without giving her
a chance to adjust to this first intrusion into her
pussy. When I felt my cum start to churning, I drove
into her as hard and deep as I could, and stayed there
until all my cum had be shot into her unprotected pussy.
I then laid down on top of her and kept my cock inside
of her.
I told her with my mind, "You will not remember this
happening after I leave here. In six months, if you are
not pregnant, you will remember how good it was, but not
who did it to you, and you will become a whore for all
the guys in your class."
Since her parents would not be home till after midnight,
I stayed and fucked her several more times. The last
thing I said to her before I left was, "I was never
here, and you hate me. If you are pregnant, you will say
that someone came in while you were sleeping and fucked
you and you did not see who it was. You did not tell
your parents, because you were to ashamed."
Three months later, she was reported as being pregnant.
I was on pins and needles waiting to see if she would
identify me, but she kept to the story I had given her.
I did not try to get near any other girls for a while
after that, just in case she had said something.
That was the first girl I raped, and it felt so good,
that I decided that I would have to do it some more,
especially to get even with Jenifer!!
This is Janet Kux, again, we will continue this story in
the next edition, so be sure to watch for it.
To be continued...
Comments? storytellerxxx5@gmail.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, 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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