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, 2am. She was, of course, wearing the standard hot uniform of Hooters girls. Tight orange shorts, a tight white tank top and tan hose with white socks and sneakers.

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…