****** Serial Rapist by T.S. Elliot ******
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Serial Rapist


I had been cruising the streets for a couple of hours now with no success.
Nearly got lucky with a young schoolgirl but she arrived home. She looked cute
in her school uniform too. That was about an hour ago and since then nothing. I
knew that patience was important though. When you are a Rapist you not only
have to pick your mark carefully you also need to plan your escape as well as
have a safe place to do the act. So far I have about 20 notches on my dick so
to speak and I am on my third "Method of operating". Now I am the Random
Opportunist.

When I first got started I was the Thoughtful Planner. I'd cruise around find
someone I like and then watch them. My first victim was a middle-aged housewife
called Wendy Wilshire. I'd pulled up at a set of lights when I saw her get out
of her car at a shopping center in a tennis outfit. Hell, I was not even
cruising then but I liked what I saw. I made a note of her registration number
and headed off.

The police were quite helpful when I explained that I had a fender bender with
this car in a car park. I checked to see if there was any damage. It didn't
seem like it, but I had to leave and the owner was not around. Could they give
me the details to make sure that the owner was satisfied that no damage was
done. They happily gave me the name and address of the owner. Now I know that I
could have gone straight over there and fucked her senseless. I gave a false
name and called on a public phone. Instead I waited and watched.

Some of you are probably thinking that I am a low life unemployed worthless
member of community when in fact I would be welcome in ******* high society.
That would be far to big a clue. Enough to say that I do not need to spend time
earning a living. So I followed Wendy. On Monday's and Thursday's she played
Tennis. On Friday she met her lover and indulged in an hour or so of torrid
sex. Tuesdays she did her shopping and Wednesday's she had her home beautician
call in. The weekend she stayed at home with her family.

Tuesday was the day. She would head out dressed to the nines and have lunch
with some her society friends. At about 2.00 she would leave and do the
household shopping. Arriving home at 4.30. Her husband would be home at by
6.00giving me plenty of time to do what I want to do.

Only this Tuesday while I am outside watching, Wendy's husband with suitcases
loaded in a taxi announces that he would be home Saturday. Tonight would be the
night. I followed hubby to the airport. Managed to hear confirmation of his
return flight. Checked back with restaurant and Wendy is there about ready to
start lunch.

Okay time to put the plan into motion. I head to Wendy's home and break in.
While inside I check out her draws and cupboards and find a soiled pair of
panties in the washing. The smell is ecstatic. I keep it with me and smell it
as I keep looking outside for Wendy's car to arrive. It's 4.30 and true to form
a car pulls up. It's Wendy. I duck down low and peer out the window. A leg
appears on the other side of the car door. It's slender and shapely.

Wendy leaves the car. She is about 5ft 2in and about 95 lbs. She's wearing a
knee length "A" frame gray dress with dark blue hose. A white lace shirt
covered by a matching gray jacket. She walks to the back of the car pausing to
check a ladder in her stockings. Lifting up her dress above her thigh to get a
better look. It also gave me a better look at her legs.

As the sun breaks through the cloud cover to bounce off her shoulder length
blond hair, Wendy opens up the boot of her car to get out her groceries. With
bags in her arms she moves towards her front door. A door behind which I am
waiting ready to pounce.

The seconds seemed like minutes as I waited for the door to open. I heard the
key unlock the front door but it seemed that the world had slowed down to a
slow motion movie. The hood went over my head I did not want to be recognized.
Slowly the door opened and the lithe figure of a woman interred. With a couple
of Grocery bags in her arms she did not bother turning round. Catching the door
by the back of her right heel she pushes back thus causing the door to close.

Grocery bags went flying and eggs shattered on the floor as I launched myself
towards her. Knocking Wendy to the ground. Surprisingly she recovered quickly
and was nearly away. But my left hand caught her around the ankle. As I dragged
her towards me her dress rolled up. I was busy admiring the view; hence I was
caught by surprise by the kick to the stomach. Boy! The bitch was quick. She
was up and moving, and would have managed to have gotten away if she had not
tripped on a can of tinned tomatoes.

She was about to make another dash for freedom when I caught her and pinned her
against a wall. The knife I held at her throat removing any further thoughts of
flight or fight. Slowly the knife worked its way down her blouse, flicking off
the buttons as it traveled. Then the knife worked its way up the flesh of
Wendy's abdomen. Hooked under the center of a white lace bra. To finally slice
through its fabric. Revealing a pair of milk white breast that still won their
fight against the forces of gravity.

My knife then made a journey down to Wendy's knee then inside her dress,
sliding easily over her pantyhose; the knife came to rest at her crotch. More
material was sliced or torn away giving me access to what I wanted. I fucked
her there, up against the wall. I had hold of her thighs on either side of my
body. Pushing forward I wedged her back to the wall. When I came I just stepped
back and let her drop.

Wendy was slumped opposite me. Her chest heaving as she tried to catch her
breath. No attempt was made to cover herself so her breasts were still
enticingly in view. They were not what I would call large but were perfectly
formed. Reaching forward I took hold of Wendy's blonde shoulder length hair.
Showing her the knife once more I pushed her head down towards my cock. The
knife conveyed the message and Wendy started to give me a head job. I laid back
and played with her tits.

It was not long before I was hard again. Grabbing Wendy by the hair once more I
dragged her to the bedroom, stripping her before throwing her on the bed. She
did not protest as I got in between her legs. She was silent as my cock slid
into her vagina. That pissed me off, as I wanted to hear her moan. So I started
to pound my cock into her cunt. If I could not get any sounds of pleasure then
I would hear pain.

Finally she screamed. She kept screaming with every thrust. She was still
screaming when I shot my load. I was feeling a little hungry then so I tied her
up and went looking for something to eat. There was even some beer in the
cooler. Taking the food and drink back to the bedroom I talked to Wendy as I
consumed the food. You know; it really jerked me off that she would not talk to
me or answer my questions. She just lay there blubbering.

That's why I did it. I got back on the bed and rolled her over. Seemingly to
fuck her doggie style. Instead I reamed her ass. That got her talking.

"Oh my God! No Please don't. Oh No! Please I beg you."

Of course her pleading only served to spur me on.


Ooops. Gotta go, looks like number 21 just turned up. That will be another
story.

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