Rape Stories

Warning!

Rape as a skill

by Master of female slaves

He had always considered rape a form of hunting requiring skill and preparation and it was a lot less inhumane than putting a bullet through the body of a deer. At least the bitch got to go on living when it was over. The ones he bagged did anyway. Of course he led them to believe that might not be the case as an aid to keeping them in line and adding to his fun.

Now, any son of a bitch could grab a woman, throw her down, stick his cock in her, then run away and spend a long time after that scared shitless that she had reported it and he might go to prison. But a really successful rapist like himself planned each of his hunts well in advance. He was very selective in choosing his targets. He would select only the choicest stock. That was one of the advantages of rape. The average domesticated man (his choice of terms to refer to men who didn’t rape) usually had to settle for less than knock outs due to the necessity to prove themselves attractive to the woman. The rapist, however, chose who he wanted and took her. Since he didn’t give a shit what she thought of him or whether or not she consented, he could have only the finest.

Next came the stalking phase. He would watch the target at length for a long time studying her habits, her vulnerabilities, and such. It was amazing how careless and unguarded a bitch can be when she doesn’t suspect she is being watched.

Finally he would pick the time and circumstances to strike. Setting it up so that the target was maneuvered into being at a situation in which interference was unlikely and he would have ample time to enjoy his catch without being rushed was a skill he was constantly perfecting. It was sort of like choosing the perfect spot to stalk deer or the perfect duck blind.

He was quite proud of the way he had set up his current prey, a gorgeous blond by the name of Sue Tollard. She was a real estate agent and he had contacted her by phone pretending to be interested in purchasing an upscale home in a somewhat secluded setting. They had arranged to meet early that afternoon at the location for a showing. Like a good little real estate bitch she was there when he arrived, eager to make a sale.

“Ms Tollard,” he greeted her shaking hands. “I’m Frank Barnard (a bogus name).”

“Delighted to meet you,” she replied. “And there’s no need to be formal. Please call me Sue.”

I’ll be calling you a lot more than that, he thought to himself, and we’re going to go WAY beyond informal. Before I’m through with you, bitch, we’re going to become VERY intimate!

She opened the door and let him in, closing the door behind them. Then she turned her back to him and said, “As you can see, this is the living room it UHHHHHH!”

He shoved her with such force that it sent her to the floor face down with him planting a knee in her back, pinning her down. She took in a breath to scream but he seized her by the hair and wrenched her head back with one hand while clamping the other over her mouth and growling in her ear, “Keep quiet or I’ll break your neck! You got that, slut?”

Frantically she nodded. He let go of her hair and removed the hand from her mouth. Of course, he had no intention of breaking her neck. That would end the fun all too soon. He had no desire to fuck a corpse. She didn’t know that, though.

“P-please don’t hurt me!” she begged.

“Shut the fuck up!” he snapped as he took the handcuffs he had brought along from his pocket. Reaching down, he snapped one cuff around her right wrist and twisted her arm up behind her back. With the other hand he grabbed her left wrist and twisted it back there too and snapped the other cuff on it. Having thus secured his victim, he removed the knee from her back, turned her over onto her back and straddled her waist.

“You know, Sue,” he began. “Those self defense classes you’ve been taking every Tuesday night are really a waste of money.”

Her eyes widened and he smiled inwardly. She was wondering how he knew that.

“Oh, I suppose all that yelling, eye gouging, and balls kicking stuff they teach you might work with some half drunk boyfriend who decided to get a little pushy but any man who’s done some planning can get any bitch under control in a couple of minutes, especially if she’s like you and doesn’t have a clue that it’s coming.”

He reached down and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse.

“You’d have spent the money more wisely on some new clothes for Amy.”

At the mention of her 12 year old daughter REAL terror shone in her eyes.

“After all, that little red skirted outfit you sent her to school in last Friday was pretty old and faded.”

He had her now! She was the most vulnerable of all women, a single mother.

“P-please don’t hurt my baby!” she pleaded.

“Well,” he said as he unbuttoned a second button. “That depends on you.”

“I-I’ll do anything you want!” she promised. “You can do anything to me you want, just PLEASE don’t hurt my baby!”

“Sue,” he sighed as he might have to a child who had disappointed its parent. “For someone who is concerned about the welfare of her child you have certainly been careless in that regard.” She looked up at him puzzled and he continued, “When that son of a bitch got you pregnant and then took off that was pretty shitty (he knew she was, once again alarmed by how much he knew about her. She was studying his face, not realizing it was a façade of false mustache and eyebrows, falsely colored contacts, and theatrical makeup, trying to figure out if she knew him.) but look what you did today. After you left your office, I called pretending to be a friend. They said you were showing a house but hadn’t told them which one. They said they didn’t know if you would be back in or not today and, when I tried to call on your cell phone, I discovered that you hadn’t even bothered to turn it on. In short, you’ve set the day up for me. Now suppose, when I get finished, I decide not to let you go on living, what will little Amy do then? She doesn’t have anyone else. How thoughtless and uncaring is that?”

“P-please don’t k-kill me!” She begged, tears beginning to flow down her cheeks.

“That isn’t the subject under discussion,” he remarked. “Now what have you to say about your unsatisfactory behavior as a mother?”

“I-I’m sorry,” she murmured. She was being made to apologize to her rapist for getting herself in a position to be raped. God, but the power he could exert over his bitches gave him a rush!

The blouse was now completely unbuttoned and he flipped it open. She was wearing a pretty white bra with a delicate flower design in lace along the sides. He decided not to remove it just yet. He was in no hurry. He could afford to take his time. Reaching down he took a breast in each hand and began squeezing and kneading them through the material of the bra.

“Now Sue,” he continued. “I know that being born with a hole between your legs makes you naturally more stupid than if you had been born with a cock. You can’t help that.”

Of course, he didn’t believe anything of the kind. Though he enjoyed raping women, he had no reason to believe they were inherently any less intelligent than men. Part of the fun of raping a slut, though, was to be found in degrading, insulting, and humiliating her. Besides, All he cared about was that she was a good looking bitch. He couldn’t have cared less how smart or stupid she was.

“But even a complete moron should know better than to try to bargain by offering something the other party already has,” he went on. “You offered to do whatever I want and to let me do anything to you if I leave your kid alone. Well, you’ll do whatever I want anyway because I can make you and I’ll do whatever I want to you because you have absolutely no means of preventing it. That kind of bargaining is fruitless, Sue.”

He took a knife from his pocket and she gasped and stared at it in terror. Chuckling a bit he put the blade on her left shoulder, slipped it under the bra strap there, and yanked upward slicing it in two, “There is, though, something we can negotiate about.”

“Wh-what?” she asked through quivering lips.

“Well,” he went on. “If I let you live when all this is over, and I haven’t made up my mind about that, if you keep your mouth shut and don’t tell the cops or anyone else about this, little Amy won’t get hurt. You go sharing our little secret, however, and who knows what might happen? I mean kids get hit by cars or are snatched everyday. Hell, those two nuts who were shooting people in the DC area awhile ago even popped a kid near a school yard. You never can tell.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” she promised. “I swear to GOD I won’t!”

“Well, I believe you,” he said as he sliced through the second bra strap. “But I’m going to keep an eye on you ---- AND Amy! ----- all the same just to see you keep your word.”

In reality, he had no intention of hurting her child no matter what he did. He might be a rapist but he was no monster. The practice of threatening someone close to each bitch that he had conquered had proven successful in every case but one. One dumb whore had decided to go to the cops even after he had threatened to kill her husband if she told anyone about the rape including the husband himself. She had reported it anyway. Of course, he had been disguised then as well so the description she gave was nothing like how he really looked. Still, he couldn’t let a bitch get out of line like that and get away with it so, a couple of weeks later, he grabbed her one night and dragged her into an alley. There he did her standing up against a wall. Afterward, he beat the shit out of her tits and told her that this was hubby’s only freebee and that, unless she withdrew the charge, he would be dead with a bullet in his head within a week. Though it was all pure bluff, she fell for it. The next day she went down to the police station and recanted the story telling them she had been having an affair and was afraid her husband would find out so she had made up a story about having been raped. Hubby had filed for divorce a month later! All his other bitches had been good little girls and kept quiet.

He slid the knife blade under the front of the bra and Sue shuddered as she felt its cold steel against her flesh. He cut through the fabric slowly rendering it cut into two halves which he moved aside to reveal her delicious mounds.

Now, at this point, a lot of guys would have quickly torn off the rest of her clothing and plowed right into her cunt. He, on the other hand, liked to take his time, to drag it out, to watch the fear in his captive’s eyes. It was kind of like a cat playing with a mouse rather than just gobbling it right down, like playing a fish on the line. The fear and desperation in the bitch’s eyes, the quaking in her voice, the trembling and shivering beneath his touch, for him, constituted the foreplay of rape.

“You have a very nice pair of tits, Sue,” he told her as he began working her flesh in his hands.

The terrified, sobbing woman turned her head aside.

SMACK! He slapped her hard across her cheek.

“Don’t be a bad girl,” he told her. “You know it isn’t polite to fail to express gratitude when you are paid a compliment.”

“Th-thank y-you,” she replied.

“That’s better,” he cooed. “That’s the type of proper behavior I expect.”

He bent down, licked one of her nipples then filled his mouth with breast and began sucking deeply. With his hand he began rolling the other nipple around between his thumb and forefinger. Occasionally he would close his teeth as if he were going to bite or tighten his grip on the other nipple. Each time he did, he delighted in Sue’s subtle stiffening and the little gasp of anxiety which would escape her. He DID intend to pinch, bite, and otherwise inflict pain on her breasts but that would come later ---- after he had teased and played with her a bit.

“You know,” he said as he sat back, not bothering to wipe his saliva from her left breast. “You really do have a fine set of tits.”

“Thank you,” she dutifully replied.

“Yes,” he went on. “Some guys are interested just in size but I value shape and proportion more. Yours are just right.”

“Thank you.”

He reflected upon the various ways in which different bitches responded to rape. Some were practically hysterical, ranting and raving and blubbering their heads off. Those had to be slapped around for awhile before they started paying attention. Others tried to play the ‘tough girl’ role, trying to fight and calling him all sort of insulting names before several good wallopings got them in line. Most, though, were like Sue, all passive and compliant praying that that would get them through it alive. While he liked taming the fighters and getting the hysterical ones ‘broken to the bit’ so to speak, these accommodating bitches were the most enjoyable to him.

“Oh well, enough idle chatter,” he remarked as he got up off her and knelt on the floor beside her. “Time to get on with it.”

He reached down and removed her shoes. Then he unzipped her skirt, taking hold of its top as well as the waistband of her pantyhose and told her, “Raise your cute little ass a bit so that I can slide these off.” She obeyed and he pulled them down her legs, over her feet, and off. The terrified Sue now lay there clad only in a skimpy pair of red silk panties.”

“How pretty,” he said as he reached over and patted them.

At first she said nothing but, upon being given a warning look, she said, “Thank you.”

“I could slide them off too,” he went on. “But I prefer to cut them off. You don’t mind, do you?”

Again, no response.

“Sue?” he said in a slightly harder tone.

“N-no,” she responded. “I-I don’t mind. Do whatever you w-want with them.”

“I knew you’d see it that way,” he mocked her. Placing the knife under one side of the panties he slit it open. Sue’s shuddering as he did so amused him. Bitches get so nervous when knives get close to their cunts. He slit the other leg then peeled the delicate fabric back exposing her little bush and rendering her stark naked. He put his hand on it and began stroking and pressing it. Then he slid a finger inside. The woman beneath him squirmed a little and grimaced. He smiled. Once you put something inside the prey, even if it’s only a finger, she knows she’s yours.

“Sue,” he told her. “Look at me. What I am about to say is very important. I want you to pay attention.”

Slowly she turned her face back around and looked at him.

“You know you are going to be raped, don’t you?” he asked as he inserted a second finger.

“Y-yes,” she replied in a very weak and tiny voice.

“Now, you can beg me not to,” he went on. “I like hearing the women I rape beg. But, I’ll be very honest with you, it won’t help at all. I’ve decided to do it and that is the only determining factor. You have no say in the matter. Are you following me so far?”

Her mouth dry with fear Sue nodded.

He pinched her cunt HARD!

“UHHHHHH!!!!” she moaned in agony.

“You know better than that,” he chided her. “Answer aloud when I speak to you.”

“Yes!” she quickly said. “Yes, I understand!”

He released his pressure on her hole.

“That’s better,” he told her. “Have you ever been raped before, Sue?”

“N-no.”

“What do you think it will be like?”

“I d-don’t know.”

He enjoyed discussing the upcoming rape with his victims, especially while subjecting them to extremely invasive and embarrassing activities like the fingers now probing her most private orifice. It scared and humiliated the hell out of them!

“Well, the most important thing you have to understand,” he continued. “Is that it is all about me and my enjoyment. You are of importance only as an instrument of my achieving that enjoyment. I couldn’t care less about how you feel in the matter and, if I am not experiencing the level of pleasure I desire, I don’t care how badly I have to hurt you in order to do so. Is that ABUNDANTLY clear to you?”

“Y-yes!”

“All right. Now, I have gone to a lot work to set all this up. It took lots of long hours of watching you without your knowing it, some considerable coordinating to get you to just the right place at the right time in order to ensure the optimum combination of time and location so as to make for the most rewarding experience, not to mention putting on just the right act to lure you here without yo u suspecting anything. In other words, Sue, I put considerable effort into this endeavor. In return, I expect you to show your appreciation by exhibiting a reciprocal amount of enthusiasm in fulfilling my desires. Just lying back and taking it is not acceptable. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

He smiled. The bitch had just been told that he expected her to show appreciation for his setting up of her rape! What a virtuoso of degradation he was! How he could strip a woman of every shred of self respect in a heartbeat!

“All right then,” he said grabbing her by the hair and raising her to her knees. “Let’s start with a little cock sucking, just enough to get me hard ---- and Sue, I don’t think I have to tell you that, if you try anything as stupid as biting, you’ll be dead a half second later!”

Conclusion

Looking down at the naked, terrified, woman kneeling at his feet he felt like a GOD and she was his supplicating, trembling worshipper! He could do anything with her that he wished, make her do anything. He could even revoke her permission to go on living on a whim should he choose to and the cunt well knew it! The vast majority of pussy whipped, domesticated, so-called men would never know such heady power, would never know the exalting excitement of actually OWNING a woman!

He was getting good and hard and, not wanting to shoot his load down her throat ---- not this time anyway ---- he pulled out of her and shoved her back down onto her back. Then he commanded, “Legs apart, Sue. You are about to get the best fuck of your life!”

He descended upon her and let her feel the weight of his body pressing down upon her before entering her. He teased her by rubbing the head of his cock up and down the surface of her slit, giving her a taste of what was to come, what she was helpless to prevent or even delay.

Then he STABBED into her! Once the fucking began he didn’t put a gentle hand on her. He battered her so hard that her entire body shook with each thrust and he knew he was causing bruises down there which would be with her for a long time and make walking painful. Good! Leave her with the knowledge that, for the first time in her life, she was being fucked as bitches were meant to be fucked, roughly, selfishly, EXCLUSIVELY for HIS pleasure. Let her know what it felt like to be nothing but a THING for him to jack off with. He wanted her to remember forever what it was like to be screwed by a man who refused to play the weak dicked game of giving her flowers, buying her dinner, or otherwise trying to win her consent to the act and who refused to abrogate his male birthright of taking whatever female flesh he wished whenever he wished it!

As he fucked her, he gripped a breast in each hand and mauled them something awful. He would take them in his mouth and bite them hard enough to make her bite her lip in order not to cry out with pain. He twisted, pinched, and stretched the nipples. He smacked her ass with a vengeance and slapped her face numerous times just for fun. Rape is partially about punishing a woman for the sin of being born female!

When finally he shot his load and pulled out of her she lay there sobbing and trembling, bruises already forming and multiple teeth marks on her breasts. Her groin and breasts throbbed in agony and her soul was filled with defeat and despair. As the rapist waited to get hard again, he decided to add to her torment with a little sadistic mental torture. Sitting on the floor beside her, lightly playing with a nipple, he said, “You know Sue, as hot a bitch as you are, it just occurred to me that it might be worth my while to take you with me when our little party is over.”

She looked at him with a new fear in her eyes.

“Yeah,” he went on. “I could take you across the border into Mexico. Bet I could get a grand or two selling you to the owner of a string of whores I know down there.”

Her eyes widened.

“He rents them out to tourists at ritzy resorts in Cancun. Some of them tell the clientele that they are kidnapped Americans and ask for help but it never does any good. Most clients don’t give a shit. All they are interested in is getting some nice pussy and they don’t care how it got there. The few who DO try to do something just find themselves up against a brick wall. This guy has all the Mexican police in his pocket and the beauty of anyone going to the American consulate is that they won’t do anything unless the cunt has a passport to prove she’s an American citizen. Not many of the bitches he grabs or buys are carrying passports and the few who are have them taken away right away.”

Sue began sobbing even more hopelessly.

“Of course,” he continued, enjoying her misery greatly. “I could always keep you and turn you out myself. Bet I could make a pile selling your ass out on the streets. It would be more dangerous, though. I’d have to figure out a way to keep you from going to the cops when I wasn’t around. I would probably have to grab Amy. That would probably keep you in line and I could rent her out to guys who like them really young.”

“Oh my God!” Sue whispered. “Please don----!”

SMACK!

He slapped her left tit and told her, “There you go being naughty again. No talking unless I ask you a question or tell you to say something.”

Sue just groaned in despair.

In reality, he knew no one in Mexico and didn’t have a clue as to how one went about running whores but it was a HELL of a lot of fun watching her squirm!

Without warning he stood up. Then he said, “Okay sweetheart, rest time is over. Time to get up.” With that, he reached down, grabbed her by a breast, and started hauling her up. She grimaced and scrambled to her feet. “You are here to give me a tour,” he told her. “Let’s go find the bathroom.”

He especially liked leading a bitch around by the tit. Not only did she really move her ass because of the pain and ability to inflict MUCH more practically effortlessly, but it was TERRIBLEY humiliating. Now, if she were an African or Polynesian bitch it probably wouldn’t have been nearly so but women in western society are so hung up on keeping their breasts (or at least their nipples) covered that using one as a handle to lead them around with must be devastating. Probably the only thing worse would be to pierce a pussy lip, put a ring through it, and lead her by that. He made a mental note to do that with the next bitch he bagged.

Once in the bathroom, he checked to make sure the water hadn’t been shut off then he lifted the toilet seat and shoved Sue down onto her knees beside it facing it. Without warning he grabbed another fistful of her hair and, shoving her forward, stuck her face down into the water. There he held her ----- and held her ----- and HELD her ---- AND HELD HER! The woman began to squirm and twist frantically but, with her wrists imprisoned behind her and his fist in her hair, there was nothing she could do. Bubbles began escaping her mouth and nostrils as the air in her lungs expanded. GOD but how she needed to breath!

Finally he lifted her dripping face from the toilet and, coughing and sputtering, she desperately gasped in breath after breath.

“Sue,” he said calmly. “That was to illustrate something to you. I am about to cause you intense pain and I don’t want you making noise. Now I could warn you of the consequences but without a practical demonstration you would be likely to scream anyway without thinking. Now you have a taste of how you will be punished if you do only this time I won’t take your face out of the water until you are dead. Is that clearly understood?”

“Y-yes!” she stammered in reply. He knew she had to be nearly hysterical wondering what was going to happen to her now!

“Good,” he remarked. Then he closed the toilet seat and lid and draped Sue over it with her ass in the air. As soon as he took hold of each cheek and spread them apart she knew what she was in for. She had only let one man attempt to take her there and had called it off before he was in even an inch due to the pain ---- and he had used lubrication. This time, however, she was to get it dry and there WAS NO possibility of calling it off!

Now, some rapists like to just bang a cunt over and over again but a bitch has three holes and he always liked making use of all of them. He also didn’t believe in giving her any more slack there then in her cunt or mouth so, without any attempt to enter gradually, he PLUNGED into her!

Sue had never known such pain! She had to clench her teeth like a vise to keep from screaming and tears flowed down her cheeks. She felt as if she were being RIPPED apart!

He hammered her ass with the same brutality as he had her cunt and mouth. It wasn’t just that he enjoyed hurting her, enjoyed the power of being able to inflict that sort of pain. It was more that he just didn’t give a fuck. As he had told her before, rape is about and for the man. Anyone who believes the fairy tale bullshit churned out by romance novels about a handsome hunk who might force a woman because she is too alluring for him to contain himself but who still has tender / romantic feelings for her is an idiot! The rape victim is to the rapist what the deer is to the hunter after it has been bagged, a slab of meat to be cut up and consumed. As long as the hunter gets his meat he doesn’t give a shit how much pain it might have had to endure in the process of being killed. Likewise, as long as the rapist gets his piece of ass ---- the way HE wants it! ---- he is equally unconcerned with the suffering of his victim!

He hammered and battered her shit hole as brutally as he had her cunt, if not more so. In addition, he repeatedly slapped her ass or reached around to pinch her already tortured tits frequently, just for the fun of doing so. Finally, after pumping his hot cum deep into her rectum, he withdrew as suddenly and roughly as he had invaded her. It hurt almost as badly!

Sue lie there hunched over the toilet, every fiber of her being now throbbing and her breath coming in labored, tortured pants. She continued to sob, not daring to move and wondering what he would do to her next.

“Sue,” he said turning her around to face him and putting her back on her knees. “Look at this mess.” He pointed to his cock which was now smeared with cum, blood, and shit. “Can’t you do anything in a neat manner? Are you always this sloppy? Didn’t your mother ever teach you anything about hygiene? Is this how you are raising Amy”

“I-I’m s-sorry.” She murmured humbly, her head hanging. She could hardly believe she was apologizing to the man who had just brutally anally raped her for soiling the instrument of that horrible assault. Then again, before he had attacked her, there were a multitude of vile, disgusting, dehumanizing things she would never have believed she would do and say in order to forgo further pain or preserve her (as she now viewed it) worthless life. She knew that, should she survive this, she would never again view herself with any feelings of self respect.

“Well,” he went on, knowing precisely what she was feeling and gloating over his accomplishment. “Do something about it, lick it clean.”

She stared at the sickening mess. Taking his cock in her mouth the first time had been revolting but THIS! She told herself to refuse, to be brave, to preserve SOME shred of honor!

“Shall we go toilet diving again?” he asked quietly. Broken, Sue lowered her mouth to his organ and began cleaning it with her tongue. He beamed. He liked smacking and punishing a bitch into submission but it was so much more satisfying when he could do it without even having to raise his voice! “No gagging,” he said matter-of-factly. “It annoys me.”

When she had licked everything off and digested it he zipped up his pants and looked at his watch.

“Well,” he said to her as he pulled her back to her feet and took her back into the living room. “It has been a lot of fun but it’s time for me to go.” To her horror, he took out the knife again, bent back her head, and placed the blade at her throat then said, “Now for the big question, do I let you live or not?”

“Please don’t kill me,” she whispered.

“But, don’t you understand?” he asked, enjoying the terror in her face. “Control and power is what rape is all about. I’ve made you jump through numerous hoops, not only for my entertainment, but also just for the thrill of exercising power over you. Would the ultimate act of power and control not be to terminate your ability to go on living, to just say, I ---- exercising the power of a god ---- revoke permission for you to live any longer?

“Please don’t kill me!” she went on pleading, not knowing what else to say.

“All it would take would be just a slight movement of the blade,” he went on pressing the knife just slightly harder against her exposed flesh. “Just think about it, your ability to live beyond this moment can be decided by a fraction of a millimeter and I am in COMPLETE control of that movement. The decision is EXCLUSIVELY mine to make. All you can do is beg and hope.”

“Please!” she repeated as if on cue.

Suddenly he took the knife away and let go of her hair. “Turn around,” he told her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she obeyed. Taking the handcuff key from his pocket he released her wrists(the blouse which had been hanging on them since he had opened it and slid it off her shoulders falling to the floor) and turned her to face him again. Then, with a little peck on the cheek and a pat on the ass, he told her, “I’ve had a fun time, Sue. You can get dressed again, except for these of course (he picked up her sliced bra and panties). I’m taking them as a souvenir of our little party. I don’t want you leaving for at least half an hour, do you understand that?”

“Yes,” she answered afraid to believe that the ordeal was really coming to an end.

“Remember, this has to stay our little secret.” Then, to remind her of the consequences, he added, “Give Amy a big hug and kiss for me.” Without further comment, he left.

Sue had no idea if he had a way to know when she left but she was not willing to take any chances. Not only did she wait the dictated half hour but stayed an additional fifteen minutes just to be safe. She spent most of that time sobbing and trembling while putting her clothes back on. She believed his threat and never told a soul about the rape. She also made changes in her life. She kept a much closer watch over Amy and never again met alone with a male client for a showing. And she NEVER, even for a second, was able to lose the feeling that she was being watched!

The rapist left the house with a feeling of satisfaction. Another successful hunt! Another trophy to mentally hang on his wall, the lovely blond head of Sue Tollard. A few days later, he spotted his next target, a stunning black bank teller whose name was, according to the ID tag on her dress, Cindy. He immediately set about quietly finding out all that he could about black Cindy. Shortly she would be the next piece of game to be bagged by his raping prowess!