The Rapist

[NomDePlum123]

I am new to this format. Although I have done quite a bit of writing, I have never written anything with a partner, nor have I attempted role play. I am reading about the process and its niceties from the moderator of this forum. It sounds intriguing and I am looking forward to finding a co author. Please send me a message if you want to explore this scenario with me.
Thank you.


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The Rapist​

It is taking over again. It can start from a chance glimpse of thigh on the subway steps, from an intercepted snippet of conversation, from an off-handed glance at a bawdy magazine advertisement. I have long ago ceased tracing the cause of its arrival. I now only try to wrestle it into submission.

It is stronger than I and grows steadily perhaps even incrementally in proportion to my struggles. On one of my many sleepless nights I saw one of those old, Italian made, Hercules films. You must have seen them. They are full of exaggerated groans, crashes and moans. The lighting is stark and highly contrasted. They are like comic books for the screen. Well, in this flick, Hercules fought a brooding giant who grew stronger each time he was thrown to the earth. The laughable plot suddenly turned deadly serious as I watched. I was sweating and trembling. It was me. Me and my beast… my impossible struggle.

It is taking over again. I have started to roam the streets and alleyways after midnight searching out niches, secluded windows, possible escape routes, opportunities. Already I am carrying the pieces of chord cut into appropriate lengths. I carry the ball gag. I carry the switchblade. I am careful.

I am careful not to identify her too soon. Therefore, I do not look into the windows yet or begin to study her movements, her comings and goings. I will not identify her until I am sure the setting is perfect the escape route meticulously worked out. If I lock onto her too early, I know I will again become obsessed and risk anything in my compulsion to take her…to take only her.

It has started filling my head with visions, snapshots, random, lurid. Ankles and wrists tied to bedposts, panties cut away, eyes wild, pleading, my voice deep, calm, polite almost reassuring and I outline what I am about to do. I masturbate continuously to these images and all the while it grows. I can no longer control it.

I try showering in cold water. I try going for long, exhausting runs. I try thinking of something, anything else. Nothing works, believe me, nothing works. Tonight, I am going to find her. I will fix on her and watch her. I will watch her eat and talk on the phone and undress. I will jerk off in the bushes. I will fill my thoughts with the one.

In my wanderings I have found a row of cheap flats and apartments behind Beckwith College. They back onto a thicket of woods and then roll gently to the expressway. There is lots of laughter and blaring music spilling out of the buildings. I know that the young ladies there will feel safe in their numbers and reckless in their youth. I will find her there. It has come to me. Tonight it begins.

 

[harlot27]

Age: 19
Height: 5’3”
Weight: 105lbs
Hair and eyes: Red and green
Measurements: 32B, 24, 32

It's a perfect night, I decided with a broad smile, looking around my empty dorm room. My roommate, a girl with the IQ of a thermos, was gone for the week, on some cheerleading trip or something or other. I hadn't paid attention past the bit where she told me that she wouldn't be back until the weekend, trying to hide my joy of being rid of her annoying chatter.

Opening a bottle of rose wine, I poured myself a glass and got to work on my biology dissertation. Autopsies and cancers wracked my brain, and by the second glass of wine I realised that I was making absolutely no progress. Deciding that tonight was a night for relaxation and not school work, I shut my books and saved what little I’d gotten accomplished, closing my laptop.

After making a quick phone call to my mother, who I knew was waiting for an update on how things were going at university, I ran a bath and slipped out of my clothes and into the water, letting the heat work away the tension of my life. Emerging from the steamy bathroom, I wrapped a towel around my wet body, pulling my ruby red curls from the clip I’d set them in, and then turned on some music as I wandered around my room, finishing off another glass of wine.

Bouncing around to the loud music, I realised with a groan that my barely-clothed body was visible to the world through my window, and so I shut the blinds before pulling on my pyjamas, little shorts and a tank top, as the heat never seemed to dip below 90 degrees in the dorms.

Settling into my bed, I pulled out a book and propped myself up against the headboard, sipping my wine and letting the author take me to a world far more entertaining than the one I currently inhabited.

 

[NomDePlum123]

I am calm as I leave the house tonight. I have surrendered to it and now move with both purpose and assurance for the first time in weeks. I walk directly to the Beckwith dormitories. I stop abruptly where the woods, which encircle the building, grow close to the sidewalk. I stop like a man who realizes he has forgotten something. I fish about in my pockets; all the while I search up and down the boulevard for witnesses. When I am satisfied, I duck into the woods and creep round to the back of the girl’s residence. The mature trees provide a thick cover as I begin peering into windows. The first two ground floor rooms reveal a pair of girls each, one pair studying languidly and the second having a heated dispute. Nothing there. I will find one girl. The one. Mine. Although one of the bickering girls is scantily dressed, she does not interest me in the least. I move through the trees passed a window heavily draped with a sheet. At the next window I find her.

She is petite, with a body which immediately produces the desired effect on my cock. She has red hair like a young Katherine O’Hara. I am obsessed with classic movies and my girl looks like she just stepped out of one. Already I know that she loves me. I will possess her, own her. She opens a bottle of wine and settles down to some schoolwork. She rumples her hair and lifts her knees up to her chin as she thinks. Her heels rest on the edge of the chair. I strain to look under the table and see the creases of her clothes as they envelop her sweet cunt. She knows I am here and she is putting on a show for me. She loves me and she likes to tease me.

Soon she abandons her homework and makes a phone call. As she speaks she moves sensually about the room stretching and arching her back. She laughs and chats breezily and she knows that I am fondling my cock as I watch her. She loves me but she is a slut and is teasing me now. She will pay for that.

She begins to draw herself a bath after the short phone call. She pops in and out of the bathroom and is removing clothes as she flits about the flat. She hums or sings something and I catch random glimpses of her bra then tits, her splendid pantied ass, her delicious little pussy is kept from me as she emerges the last time from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She is a coy little cunt my beautiful Katherine. I will splay her out and will explore her wanton cunt at my leisure. Her pale pink nipples will harden and darken with my tweaking. As she bathes I imagine what I shall do to her. She loves me so. The little tease. She will pay.

As she bathes I check the window. The frame is flaky and warped. I reach in and easily snap the latch off its pin. In this heat she will probably just leave it open regardless. But, I am a careful person and will not miss doing my girl tonight. I back up into my place in the woods and begin to pull on myself once again. Soon she is out of the bath she tosses her flaming red curls about like the seductress she is. The towel covers little and I cum for the first time. My lust however rages all the more. I continue to stroke myself and she crosses to the window and lowers the blind. I close my eyes and recreate her. She begs me to take her…to force fuck her…to tie her up and have my way with her. She loves me.

I wait for at least an hour and picture her in various positions. Begging me for it. Protesting her love. Then I approach the window and ease it up. I drop immediately to the ground. If she is awake she could spoil our lovely encounter. I lay in the grass breathing heavily. Nothing. I am tall and work out daily at Dante’s gym. I have no problem grasping the sill and kipping myself up and through the window. The blind rustles and buckles but not inordinately so. It is too late for her now at any rate. I will be upon her even if she is awake.

She does not stir however and I tread softly over to the bed and watch her sleep. The book she was reading is twisted under her upper arm. She is lovely. She is mine. I will do everything to her. She loves me. I touch her hair. Then like a cat I spring on the small bed one knee lands on either side of her. I take each wrist and pin it to the mattress at her side. I tuck her arms in close to her so that my legs pin both her body and her arms in place. I remove the switchblade from my pocket and wave it back and forth before her eyes. She is still trying to force herself awake. Her breath is labored and panicky. Almost like she is fucking. Her eyes click, open shut, back and forth. They are wild and raging like a trapped animal.She is working desperately at shaking away the cobwebs at grasping her situation.

“If you scream. I will cut you. I will cut your face.”