2 comments/ 12330 views/ 3 favorites The Widow Hunter By: AStropirate The residence of the town of Brownbridge Devon were living in fear. The rapist nicknamed the "Widow Hunter" by the media had struck for the fifth time and police seemed to be no nearer catching him. The nickname was because his victims were either widows, or separated or divorcees in their late thirties or early forties. No woman of the above mentioned group appeared to be safe. Janet Nealon drove her car into the drive of her home after coming from the firm she worked at as a legal secretary. The forty-two year old mother of two had been widowed ever since her husband, John, died of a massive heart attack in his office in the same firm, where he had been a junior partner. Although she had been left comfortable Janet decided to return to work, not for the money, but she just couldn't see herself moping about the house feeling sorry for herself. Besides, the money would fund her twins, Martin and Jennifer's education at university where they were studying law in their father's footsteps. Janet stood five feet nine. Her dark hair was long. Her breasts were large and very firm and her legs were long and very smooth. She had turned down many offers of dates from male colleagues and friends in the past, not out of a sense of loyalty to John, but really because she really wasn't yet sure what she wanted. After Janet opened the door of her house she stooped down to pick up the post on the floor before going to the living room to see what was junk and what might be worth reading for it. She had absolutely no idea that anything was amiss. It was only when she opened the door of the living room that she received the shock of being grabbed from behind and felt a hand cover her mouth, muting her screams as she dropped the post. What really frightened her though, was the feel of the cold steel of the blade of a knife against her throat. "Take it easy, lady. Just do as you're told and you won't get hurt. Understand?" A terrified Janet nodded. "Now, I'm going to take my hand away from your mouth. Scream and I'll slit your throat. Understood?" Once again Janet just nodded. "Good girl." Said her assailant as he released his hand from her mouth. "Look, if it's money you want..." "Later, sweetheart. Later. Right now you're just going to obey me, understood?" "Ye-s." stuttered Janet as her assailant began to rub her right breast through her white satin blouse. "Please, don't..." Janet stopped when she felt the knife touch her throat. "I'm only going to say this once. Take off your clothes. Make me happy and you won't get hurt." 'My God, it's him. The "Widow Hunter"' thought Janet. "Just don't hurt me," begged Janet. She took a deep breath and began to reluctantly unbutton her blouse. "Oh, you smell lovely," said her captor as he inhaled deeply. Janet almost had her blouse undone when she felt his hand grope her breast through her plain white bra. She also could feel his muscles relax slightly as he continued to grope her. Suddenly, Janet raised her foot and drove her high heel into her assailant's runner. He dropped the knife and screamed in pain. He screamed once again when he felt the back of Janet's shoe strike his shin. Like Lightening Janet swung around and kneed him in the balls. Her final strike, a backhand, sent her attacker crashing onto the coffee table, rendering him unconscious. "Aagh," cried the twenty something young man as he felt the cold water strike his face. He shook his head and then realised his arms were fastened upright in shackles connected to a crossbeam in a bedroom. He was stunned when he also realised he was naked. "Hey, what the hell is going on? Let me go!" he yelled. He heard footsteps and Janet stood in front of him dressed in a bathrobe. "I'll ask the questions here," she said. "We'll start with your name." "Go to hell," answered the man. Janet laughed and then walked behind him. She picked up a bamboo cane on the table. Swish! Crack! Swish! Crack! Swish! Crack! Swish! Crack! Swish! Crack! "Alright, alright. It's Joe Taylor," cried the man as the cane struck his bare buttocks for the fifth time. All five blows were painful and he screamed in agony at each one. "I'm disappointed, Joseph," said Janet, using his full name as if she was the teacher and he was her pupil. "I thought you of all people should know that non- cooperation would bring nothing but pain." Concluded the woman with a smile. "What do you want?" he asked desperately. "Well, that's a very good question, Joseph," replied Janet as she pressed the point of the cane under Joe's jaw. "What do I want?" she echoed. "Let's summarise the situation. You came here to force me to have sex with you for your pleasure. Instead you find yourself tied up. What I want, Joseph, is sex on my terms. I'm going to fuck you, not for your pleasure but for mine." Joe laughed. "You don't think caning me is going to make do what you want? Do you?" Swish! Janet sliced through the air. "You know, Joseph? I believe your right. It would be a waste of time. Oh, you'd crack eventually, but I believe a subtler approach would be more persuasive." "What do you mean?" asked the anxious young man. Janet said nothing but put a small table in view of Joe. She put a small metal object on top of a small wood block. Then she produced a glass beaker with a clear liquid inside. "Observe this liquid, Joseph. It is as clear as water but little. Now watch." Janet poured a small drop onto the metal and after the hissing ceased and the smoke cleared the metal had all but vanished. "It's a concentrated mix of sulphuric and hydrochloric acid, Joseph. Can you imagine what it would do to a man's balls? It would render him impotent for the rest of his life," Janet laughed when she saw the look of horror on Joe's face. Joe strained as he looked down at his exposed genitals. "You wouldn't dare!" he cried. "Oh wouldn't I? You just think about it, Joseph. You're the one who broke in here so what's it to be?" "Alright, I'll do it. I can't do much tied up like this, can I?" he answered. "I told you you'd see it my way. First though, there are two things I have to do to prepare you." "Prepare me?" Once again Janet was silent and walking behind Joe again she picked up the cane and struck his arse five more time, making him scream with each blow. "What was that for?" he asked, feeling the pain from the strokes. "It's twofold, Joseph. Firstly, for your arrogance and secondly, and more importantly, I wanted to punish you in some way for the previous five women you raped." Janet picked up a small bottle and put some liquid into a rag before applying it to Joe's face. "Now, my boy, I must prepare you." She said. Joe struggled but was soon overcome and darkness descended. "Wakey wakey, Joseph." "Ah," moaned Joe when he inhaled the smelling salts. He shook his head and realised at once that he had been shackled to the bed. His arms were tied to the bed post and his legs were spread apart and shackled to the end of the bed. What was more embarrassing was the fact he was naked and Janet was sitting on the side if the bed in her robe and smiling. "What the hell is going on, lady? What do you want?" asked Joe angrily. "I told you, Joseph. We're going to have sex, on my terms." Responded Janet, who was still smiling. "Well, I can't do very much tied up like this, now can I?" "Oh, don't worry, joseph. What I have in mind doesn't require much movement on your part," answered Janet as she began to stroke Joe's cock with her hand. "You really are quite handsome, you know? I don't really understand why you have to rape to get your jollies. I'd have thought the women would be queuing up to fuck you," said Janet as she continued to stroke his cock. Joe remained silent. Suddenly Janet stopped and opening her robe she allowed it to drop to the bed, revealing her wonderful breasts. She put her hands to them and began to rub them. At the same time she licked her lips and gave off an occasional moan. "Aaah," she sighed softly as she continued to play with her nipples. She opened one eye and could see that Joe's cock had swollen become very rigid. "I see you like that, Joseph. Would you like to suck them?" Joe slowly nodded. "I bet you would." Answered Janet, who was all too aware that her teasing was driving her prisoner almost crazy with lust and she was enjoying it. For a moment Joe thought he was about to find relief as Janet bent over, making him think she was about to offer him one of her breasts. Instead, she rubbed them against his bare chest, torturing him even more. Finally, Janet relented and presented her breast to his mouth. "Suck it well, Joseph. Who knows? If you do it right for me I might give you the other one too," teased Janet. Joe gratefully received the breast and began to suck and lick it. Janet's moans encouraged him to continue in the hope of sucking the other breast as well. After a few moments Janet did indeed switch breasts and her moaning resumed, much to Joe's relief, hoping it would somehow result in his release. "Ah, that was wonderful, Joseph. You are a very good tit sucker," she said. "Can I go now?" Joe asked naively. Janet laughed. Why, Joseph, what's your hurry? We've only just gotten started." Replied Janet as she resumed stroking his cock. "I think you're just about ready, Joseph," said Janet as positioned herself of his cock and began to ride it furiously. As the moments ticked by both tormentor and tormented began to perspire and in the end neither cared who was who as they plunged into a wonderful period of mutual sexual pleasure which eventually resulted in a very satisfying orgasm for both, leaving them both breathless and exhausted. "Are... are you satisfied now?" asked Joe anxiously. "Not yet, Joseph, answered Janet as she got up and knelt beside him. "Oh come on, lady. I've done all you've wanted..." "Not quite, Joseph," interrupted Janet. She moved forward and knelt with her soaked pussy in front of Joe's mouth. "I want you to lick me clean and make me cum, Joseph." "You've got to be kidding me," said Joe, realising she expected him to lick his own cum from her. "Do I look like I'm joking, Joseph," retorted Janet as she looked at the glass beaker on the side table before picking it up. "Alright, alright," cried Joe, terrified of losing his manhood. Janet pushed her pussy to Joe's mouth and the young man reluctantly began to lick it. He hated the taste of his own cum but feared being impotent even more. "Oh, Oh, Joseph, that's so wonderful. You really do know how to please me," Janet as she felt the pleasure from Joe's tongue as it continued to lash her clit. Slowly her excitement grow as she felt her juices slowly gather. She began to breathe deeper and deeper as the minutes passed. Eventually, her love juices just flowed and another wonderful orgasm occurred for Janet and she got offand put on her dressing gown. "So what now?" asked Joe angrily? "Well, I'm off for a shower," replied Janet sarcastically. "Are you going to release me or what?" yelled Joe. "I'll have to think about that while I'm in the shower, Joseph." "You fucking crazy bitch. Let me go!" bellowed Joe as he struggled with the shackles that tied him fast to the bed. "Now, now, Joseph. Temper, temper." Responded Janet, laughing as she headed to the shower. Joe could hear the water flowing in the shower, but really annoyed him was Janet singing while showering. He yelled out several times but Janet simply ignored him. When she was finished Janet allowed the shower to run so Joe didn't hear her on her mobile phone. Finally she came in wrapped in a white towel robe and a towel tied like a turban around her wet hair. Removing the towel from her head, Janet shook her black hair loose before using her dryer. "Oh come on. You can't keep me here all night." Said Joe as he once again struggled with the shackles. "I have no intention of keeping you all night, Joseph. I'm trying to think the best solution, that's all." "Just set me free and I'll go." "I'm afraid it's not that simple. Shush now, and let me think." Janet was really enjoying herself. She knew she was teasing Joe to his limit and she loved it. She stood up and removed her robe, revealing her beautiful naked form and admired herself in her mirror. Then she opened a drawer and took out some black lacy underwear. "Tell me, Joseph," she began as she pulled up her knickers, "I know guys just love to watch women undress. It turns them on, but I hear some of you like to watch dress too. Are you one of those?" asked Janet as she adjusted her low cut bra in front of him. "You bitch!" yelled Joe. Janet laughed and sat down in her chair. "Well, that's gratitude for you, Joseph. After what we've been through together," she said as she teasingly rolled up her black stockings on each of her legs. She seldom wore them but tonight it seemed somehow appropriate. After carefully easing on her blue satin blouse red three quarter length skirt she slipped into her three inch shoes. "Are you going to let me go or not?" asked Joe in frustration. Janet was about to speak when the doorbell rang. "Oh dear, we've run out of time. Joseph. Our friends are here." "Friends?" Janet said nothing. She went downstairs to open the door. Joe kept yelling until she returned. Two uniformed constables, one male and one female followed her into the room. "Well officers, here he is," said Janet. "Well, Joe, I doubt if the Chief Inspector I bet the Chief Inspector even suspected you of being the serial rapist. Your girlfriend won't be in a position to give you a false alibi this time." Said the male constable. "Just get me out of here. The woman is crazy." Answered Joe. The officers released Joe and the female officer laughed when she saw the red marks on his arse. "What are you laughing at?" growled Joe as he pulled up his pants. "I have to say I am very disappointed with you, Joseph. Judging by the media hype about you I really didn't expect such a wimp." Said Janet. "You fucking bitch!" yelled Joe as he tried to lash out. "Come along, 'Joseph,'" said the male constable. "The Chief Inspector will want to talk to you." The officers ushered Joe into the waiting Police car before driving away. It was only as she went into the living room that Janet remembered the smashed coffee table. "Ah well, I was going to get rid of it anyway." She said. Janet smiled and was grateful for the self-defence lessons your children had given her for her birthday. 'Money well spent,' she thought.