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ONE A DAY (SERIAL RAPISTS’
LONG WEEKEND)
He had planned
for this weekend for a few weeks. As always, he stalked his victims for days at
a time while planning his attacks. The serial rapists’ m.o. had always been the
same. He would pick out potential targets, and then he would find out
everything about their daily habits before planning and executing his assault.
His assaults were usually brief, rarely longer than 1 hour, and most lasting
only about 30-45 minutes. And, not surprisingly, he was very excited about this
batch of targets for the long holiday weekend.
The rapist
gathered all his tools in his van; he had a stun gun, chloroform, rags,
handcuffs, a knife, and some lengths of rope. He went out on Friday to get his
weekend of fun started. Eagerly, he jumped into the van after work and headed
out for his first conquest.
FRIDAY (Teresa the businesswoman)
He drove to the
parking garage outside of the office building where his prey worked. He had
first seen her two weeks ago and quickly studied her movements. Her name was
Teresa and she was a 27-year-old professional. She had curly, long brown hair
and a very nice body. Teresa also had nice long legs and frequently wore short business skirts, which accentuated her figure. The prowler
noted that she parked in the rear corner of the garage and would always work
late and be the last one to leave on Fridays. Swiftly, he drove into the
garage, which now held just one car, that of his soon to be victim.
Parking beside
her car, he went into the rear of the van and prepared for his strike. He got
the stun gun out and prepared the bindings on the mattress on the floor of the
van. He watched for the brunette beauty out the small window in the sliding
door.
After about ten
minutes, she appeared. She was very sexy today, he thought to himself. Wearing
her usual business attire of course, today it consisted of a black skirt, a
deep red sweater, and black hose. The clicking of her high heels on the
pavement excited him further as he took the stun gun into his hand and got set
to open the door.
Teresa neared the
van and she got set to unlock her car door when he struck.
The van door slid
open quickly, and just as she looked over, she was zapped with a shock from the
stun gun and fell into her rapists’ awaiting arms. He pulled her into the van
and secured her to the mattress before driving away.
He took the
highway to his previously selected location. It was an old dirt road near a
park up in the hills. Nobody would come by here, especially back behind these
trees where he parked. The man climbed into the back and waited for his prize
to awaken.
Teresa was laid
out on her back, her luxurious brown hair lying around her head. Her sexy
slender legs parted slightly. He decided to get her ready as he waited for the
woman to wake up.
Sliding his hand
up her legs really worked him up, as her legs were both firm and soft at the
same time. Then came her sweater, and the attacker began to unbutton it slowly.
Her red lacy bra was exposed and he started to grope and play with her tits,
and then he moved back down her body and slid her skirt up to her waist. During
this action he discovered that she was wearing stockings instead of hose.
Stroking her lacy black panties completed his inspection of her body.
“Wha- where am
I?? What the--?” Teresa awakened from her nap only to
find herself lying in the back of a van on a mattress and her wrists were tied
down.
Then she noticed
the man staring at her through a black ski mask and shrieked.
“AHHHH!! HELPP!! LETMEGOOOO!!”
She struggled, but was unable to break free of her restraints as the man wasted
no time and climbed atop her sexy body. He pawed at her tits and sucked and
kissed her neck before whispering in her ear that he had been waiting for this
for a while.
As she struggled,
he reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off very roughly.
“NOOOOOOO!! DONTDOTHIS!!!!!!”
He grinned and
forced his body between her silk smooth legs, he tore
away her bra and sucked on her luscious tits.
“OHMYGOD!!! DON’T!! PLEASE!!!! NOOOOO!”
She cried as she knew what was coming. (cumming?)
He slowly slid
his large cock into her pussy, enjoying the tight feel and the struggle that
she offered. He shoved his member deep into her slowly, and then pulled back
slowly. The attacker then slammed his dick into her very hard.
“OWWWWWWW!!!”
He smiled and
slowly pulled it back, and continued in this manner. He would slam into Teresa
and pull back slow, and then repeat the process. The motion of this jiggled her
tits very erotically.
After a while, he
tightened up and shot his load deep into the sexy professional.
Then he decided
that, since he had her anyway, he would have her suck his cock. So, he kneeled
over her head and pressed his dick against her deep red lips. Slowly, she
opened her mouth and proceeded to unwillingly perform oral sex on the serial
rapist.
“MMPHHHHHHHH!”
The only sounds
were the slurping of her mouth and the occasional grunt from her assailant.
After she sucked
him to orgasm, he pulled himself from her mouth slowly. He then untied Teresa
from the mattress and tied her wrists together behind her back and covered her
eyes with a blindfold. Then he slid the door open and shoved her out into the
rural park and drove off.
Cops eventually
found Teresa…but unfortunately for her some teenagers out drinking at the park
discovered her sexy, dishevelled and bound body first. The teens each took
their turn with the blindfolded beauty and then fled into the night.
The law
discovered her the next morning.
The serial rapist
was already onto his next victim by that time.
SATURDAY
(Jeanne the athletic tennis player)
The rapist was up
early and heading out for his next victim. He had seen her numerous times at
the local health club. She was always jogging, but on Saturdays she played
tennis in the morning.
Her name was
Jeanne, she was 29 years old and a very pretty brunette, she
always had her hair pulled into a ponytail when she played tennis. The serial
attacker went to her house, and took the spare key she foolishly kept under her
welcome mat. He laughed to himself as he let himself in and replaced the key.
He moved into her bedroom to look around as he awaited his prey.
He had already
planned out how he would do Jeanne. He walked into the kitchen and took a chair
and dragged it into her bedroom. Emptying out his duffel bag, he set aside his
handcuffs, rope and his knife just to scare her into compliance.
After setting
everything up, he was eagerly awaiting her return. As if on cue, he heard her
enter the front door. Jeanne was home! The sexy woman was wearing her tennis
outfit: a white tennis skirt, a tight white top and white ankle socks. Her toned and tanned legs were splendid looking as she
strode across the room. She went to the kitchen to get a drink. Somehow, it
just didn’t register with her that a chair was missing, she was ready to change
and relax on her Saturday. Jeanne prepared to head to her bedroom when the
phone rang.
“DAMN!” he
thought to himself. “What the hell?”
He listens from
her bedroom:
”Julie? Hey, how are you? No…no…Tina didn’t show and
there was no court available later on. Yeah, what a waste, right? Okay, I’ll
see you later tonight. Bye.”
Jeanne sighed and
drank some water and then headed to her room to change.
As she pushed
open the door, the first thing she saw was a kitchen chair in the middle of her
room. The second thing was a masked man brandishing a knife as he grabbed her
and cuffed her arms behind her back.
“WHA---NOOOOOO!! HELPPP!!”
He held the knife
to her neck and whispered harshly:
“Jeanne, shut the
fuck up unless you want me to slice that pretty little face of yours.”
He touched her
cheek with his free hand and then kissed her neck. She shuddered from his
touch.
“Now, we are
gonna have some fun today.” He tells the shaking woman. “First, we gotta get
rid of these.” He reaches under her white tennis skirt and pulls down her
panties.
“NOOOO—“ She says before getting quiet when the knife is raised to
her face again. The serial rapist pulls the panties to her feet and then cuts
then in half and tosses them aside. He then pulls down his own sweatpants and
sat on the chair, he pulls Jeanne over to him.
“Jeanne, here is
the deal, YOU are going to fuck ME.” She shakes her
head as he says this. Frustrated, he repeats himself with the knife prominently
displayed.
“I said YOU will
fuck ME! Now get over here!” He pulls her so that she was facing him.
He kicks apart
her legs and pulls her down so that she is straddling his waist. She cries
softly as she feels his hard cock sliding into her pussy while he pulls her down
onto him.
There is Jeanne,
her arms cuffed behind her back, she is still wearing her white tennis outfit
and is straddling the pants less masked rapist as he sits in the chair. He is
lifting her up and pulling her back down onto his dick. As she took up his
demands and was pumping up and down he was stroking her smooth, toned legs.
Jeanne was being
forced to fuck her rapist at knifepoint in her own bedroom.
The rapist took
his knife and sliced open her white top. He sports bra
was exposed, and then he cut that off as well. He hungrily began sucking on her
exposed tits and she fucked him.
Sobbing softly
while she rode his hard member, Jeanne was now being humiliated by him sucking
her tanned tits.
Unwillingly, she
felt her body getting stimulated from the sexual energy. He was thrusting his
hips upward as she came down. Soon he shot off a large load into her wet pussy,
and she was moaning in embarrassed pleasure.
“NOOOO..OHNOOOOOAAAAHHHHH!”
He continued
sucking her tits as she came. The attacker then picked her up off of him and
set her on her knees and stuck his cock into her mouth.
“MMPPHHH!” She tries to fight it, but is forced to
suck off the man who just raped her.
“Suck me dry,
bitch!” He tells her as he holds her ponytail in his hand and guides her head
back and forth.
After he shoots
off, he gets up and throws Jeanne onto her bed face down. Quickly, he flips up
her skirt and nails her from behind as she shrieks in pain.
“NOOOOO!! NOTTHERE!!!!!! NOOOO!”
After pounding her firm, hot body for a few
minutes, he blew yet another shot of semen into Jeanne. He released her from
his grasp and pulled up his sweats and left the sobbing woman handcuffed on her
bed. Her top was cut open and her naked chest heaved with her cries.
Her friend Julie
found her several hours later.
Meanwhile, the
serial rapist still had another day to kill this weekend.
He got home and
fondly looked forward to Sunday.
SUNDAY (Stacy, the Hooters girl)
He first saw
pretty Stacy when he ate at Hooters one night after work. She just struck him a
certain way. All of the Hooters girls are hot, but she had that special thing
he loved. He found out where she lived by scouting her work for a while. After
learning that she lived alone, he began plotting to take her.
Stacy was a very perky, and very sexy 21 year old. Her lovely body obviously
helped her land her job at Hooters while she attended college classes on her
off days. Her luscious brown hair was long and straight and her body was tanned
just enough to accentuate her awesome beauty.
This Sunday, she
worked like usual; she got off at closing time,
As she made her way
to her car, she had no idea that he had stalked her every move for weeks or
that today his plans would come to fruition.
He was awaiting
her arrival at her the parking garage at her apartments. His
plans including taking her to a seedy motel across town where he had a room.
His gear was all in check in the back of his van. Soon enough he saw the
headlights of her Honda Civic pull into the garage. She pulled next to the van,
in her assigned spot.
As Stacy exited
her car, she locked the door, and he grabbed her.
“UGHHHNOOO!! AGHHH!!!” She
had a gag stuffed into her mouth as she was pulled into the van and tied up.
She fought back valiantly, but he was too quick, too experienced in subduing
women. Stacy was soon on her back, on the mattress in the van, he slipped a
blindfold over her eyes so she would not know where they were going. And,
within minutes of initiating the attack, he drove off with his prize in the
back.
After about 15
minutes, the van stopped at the dive motel. He had a room on the end, so nobody
would see him bring in the bound girl. Stacy was thrashing about and trying to
yell for help though the gag.
“MMPPPPHHH!!”
“Hush,
honey…we’re home now.” He tells her as he strokes her hair and then pulls her
from his van. He swiftly whisks her into the room and shoves her onto the bed.
After locking the door he approached his prey.
Stacy was on the
bed, since he had his mask on, he removed her blindfold. Her hands were bound
behind her back and her ankles tied together as well. The brown hair was in her
face from her struggles, so he brushed it away.
Then he got her
ready for him; first he untied her wrists, and then bound them to the
headboard. She fought against him, kicking her legs as he was trying to tie
them down. In the process, her sneakers flew across the room, and one hit the
wall. Finally, he tied her ankles to the footboard so the sexy waitress was
spread eagle for him on the bed.
He pulled off his
pants and got into bed with the young coed. Using his hand, he easily tore the
tight shirt in half, exposing her large, round tits. Her head still moved from
side to side as she struggled and could not scream through the gag. The serial
attacker then tugged on her bright orange shorts until they tore away from her
sexy body. Now clad only in her hose, panties and white socks, he took in the
view before continuing.
He slid down the
hose just enough for him to shred her panties and then began molesting her body
all over. He squeezed her tits, fingered her pussy, stroked her legs and licked
and sucked on her tits.
And then he
started; he shoved his hardened cock into her pussy and nearly came instantly
from the tight fit. Her body hugged his cock and basically milked it as he
pumped into her. As he fucker her faster and harder, the girl’s large tits
actually bounced so much that they were hitting her chin!
All the while,
Stacy’s muffled cries barely escaped the gag and her tears flowed down her
cheeks. Even after exploding his seed into her womb, he was still rock hard.
The sight of this sexy vixen at his disposal kept him aroused.
The masked man
decided to fuck her again and did so even faster and rougher than the first
assault. As he nailed her, he was still sucking at her large tits and holding
her shoulders down with each thrust.
After fucking
Stacy a couple times, he slid off the bed to take a break. He smoked a
cigarette and looked over the girl. She was so fucking hot! Beads of sweat were
coating her neck and chest, and that almost made her even hotter! He finished
his smoke and went on to the next part of his agenda.
He untied the
sobbing coed and led her to the bathroom.
“Let’s get you
cleaned up, honey.” He said to her gently as he led her. Then he untied her and
held the knife near her neck and her gagged mouth.
“Now, don’t fight
me. Slide off your hose and socks.” Stacy did as she was told and the stood
before her abductor, naked. He turned on the water as the knife was pressed to
her face.
“Come on, into
the shower.” He said as he pulled her into the stall.
He was quickly
aroused again, and shoved the gagged woman against the wall of the stall. He
lifted up her legs under her knees and began ramming his rigid cock into her
tender pussy. She cried even more as this fuck was more painful than the
others. He was banging into her so roughly that her head was banging against
the tiled wall of the shower.
As the flow of
hot water cascaded over her sexy nude body, this masked man was fucking her
mercilessly. The steam filled the bathroom within minutes. He was still
pounding her!
Finally, after
what seemed like forever to Stacy, he came inside of her once again. Then, he
dropped her legs and she weakly fell onto the floor of the stall, weeping.
But, he was not
done yet!
He dropped down
on top of her and straddled her chest and slid his cock in between her large,
wet tits. He then proceeded to fuck her large globes while she cried under him
and the hot water splashed onto them both. The steam of the shower was like a
thick fog, which enveloped them both. After he shot his load onto her face and
neck he handcuffed her and then got dressed.
Stacy curled
herself into a ball and sobbed as her abductor left her there, lying in the
shower, a sobbing, and sloppy mess.
The sleazy motel
manager found her that night and had his own little fun with her before kicking
her out of the room.
Stacy wandered to
a nearby payphone, practically nude and called the police; she waited in fear,
locked in the phone booth to avoid any more assaults on her body.
The police
eventually found her and took her home.
The serial
rapist, however, was already planning his next weekend of fun…
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