The Serial Rapist

[The Preacher]

OOC : Title should say it all really. As these threads can be sensitive in nature, I'd like the lady (and hopefully ladies) that post to PM me with their expectations and desires from this story. Perhaps you would prefer to detail these in an OOC. I'm not out to offend anyone.

James Allen
6"3, 210
Black

IC : I slipped the black, tight T-Shirt over my head, finished the beer on the kitchen counter and slipped outside and into my car. This was Friday night, 3am, and I was about to do what I did every Friday night at three in the morning. I drove slowly, leisurely, to the extent that cars behind me and around were honking their horns and making obscene gestures. But the ritual had to be carried out legalistically and with religious fervour. I found myself lost in time and drunk on a mixture of alcohol, cocaine and anticipation.

My car meandered aimlessly through the streets, stopping at some red lights, running through others. I almost gave up hope of finding what I was looking for, until I caught the back of her in my headlights. She had not noticed my presence; but I identified her in an instant as perfect. Perfect.

I pulled over and watched her walk away from me, her ass swaying. I grinned and wondered what the story of her night had been so far. Whatever it was, it was sure to change soon.

 

[little_golden]

Your Mailbox is full.

Hi...

Your mailbox is full so no one can PM you.

Smiles

Cindy

 

[The Preacher]

Re: Your Mailbox is full.

Hi...

Your mailbox is full so no one can PM you.

Smiles

Cindy

Thanks Cindy, I had no idea.

Well, that was irritating, I'm very sorry to all that attempted to contact me. Let's try again,

 

[shereads]

Scary but interesting

I'm thinking, I'm thinking...Hmm.

 

[little_golden]

Sarah Jane Parker

Sarah walked down the lonely side street in the early hours of the morning. At twenty-one years of age she was an attractive young women with reddish brown hair that reached just past her shoulders. She was 5'8" and weighed 106 lbs, with a medium build atheltic body.

Tonight she was wearing her waitress uniform as she walked home. Normally, she'd take the last bus but tonight of all nights she missed it when a couple of customers were slow in leaving the restaurant when she closed up.

Under a jean jacket, her delicious young body lay only partially concealed. It would be obvious to any onlookers that this lovely lady was dressed in a short tight pink skirt and her frilly little white blouse was evident when the front opened with each step she took.

Sarah wasn't the best waitress but definitely made the best tips. The men like her large breasts which she dangled freely uncontrained by a bra. The little pink uniform skirt showed off her legs to perfection along with her tight little bum that garned a lot of attention by itself.

The customers all knew Sarah wasn't a slut. Instead they figured she was a cock tease who put on a good tease in order to make her living.

The night was warm as Sarah walked another two blocks then suddenly a car turned behind her and she could sense it slowly down as the headlights seemed to flash all around her.......

 

[The Preacher]

I watched from my car, and I saw her turn her head forty five degrees to the right, the way you do when you want to look behind you but are afraid to. A police car meandered by, and I turned my attention away from the girl and watched the fat pigs , their eyes half closed, in the middle of the graveyard shift. They were no threat, as they turned right and left the scene.

I turned my attention back to the girl, now a reassured, small, powerless figure in the background. I could still see the silhouette of her body against the street light. She was isolated, walking into the abyss of night, defenceless.

I pulled the car out, and drove up to her, without any reservation now. My uncircumcised prick was already pulsing with desire, pushing against the denim of my jeans. I slowed to a walking pace beside her. My eyes now glued to her chest, heaving as she walked.

 

[little_golden]

Sarah picked up the pace once she realized that the car behind her seemed to be moving very slowly.

Was it car problems? Where they waiting for someone? Was it some John looking for a hooker? were all thoughts that raced through her head at a millions miles per second. A nervous chill crept into her body as she picked her pace.

At this moment she was glad she was in a mini-skirt rather than a long skirt that might slow her down if she decided to run. As she took a few more steps she wished she wasn't in two inch heels that the owner of the club required that she wear to show off her legs to the male patrons.

There was a light breeze in the side street that sent her lovely reddish brown hair fluttering softly. Her her was loose and down and she pushed a few strands out of her face to protect her clear sight of vision in front of her.

Sarah pulled her jacket tighter, but it was too small for her. She had always like the way it looked in high school since it showed off her ample breasts in a sexy way. The truth was she wasn't a daring or risky girl. Though she didn't wear a bra at work, she always wore plain white panties. She'd never engaged in risky sex and would only fuck her boyfriend if they'd been togther for at least two months. She only had one man at a time.

Sarah had a shudder of fear sweep across her as she felt the car approaching closer and closer. Then the light squeak of the breaks told her that the car was pulling up beside her as she walked.

It's just my imagination... probably someone lost... they need help she told herself as she turned to look at the car.....

 

[The Preacher]

The streets were nearly abandoned now. Occasionally a group of drunken kids would stumble out of a bar, and yell incoherantly, but they were no risk. I continued to smile, as I opened the glove compartment and pulled out a small revolver, tapping it against my teeth. I pulled the car onto the sidewalk suddenly, barely missing her. I turned my head and looked into her eyes menacingly, all traces of a smile had been cleared from my face.

I pressed a button on my left and the window nearest to her rolled down slowly, in what seemed like an eternity. The atmosphere of the real world faded away as the window opened, and the lights seemed to reflect this new, sinister world. This world I loved, this world where I was God.

I held the gun up, and aimed it, with the focus of a man at the firing range.

"Get in the car." I said coldly and without emotion.

 

[little_golden]

Sarah instinctively moved to the right as she heard the tires of the car scrape the curb as she looked back. She couldn't see the driver as the headlights were blinding her. The car kept moving closer and closer and then she watched in a trance as the window started to automatically look down.

Sarah looked into the windows from a foot away. The barrel fo the revolver seemed enormous. She was in complete shock.

"Holy shit!" she mumbled.

Now she could see the holder of the gun. A black man with vicious eyes and a blank look. She had no doubt he was prepared to use the gun.

"Get in the car" the man spoke.

Sarah grabbed the door handle and opened the door. Her eyes never left his eyes as she sat down nervously.

"Look mister - I'll give you money.... I got about $35 in tips from work tonight and maybe a twenty in my purse. I got a gold necklace, a silver ring and a gold belly chain" Sarah spoke.

"I'll give you everything... Here .. I got this watch too... It's not worth much but it's yours too... Please don't hurt me..." Sarah pleaded.

 

[The Preacher]

My God this woman was unoriginal! Just like the others, she sat there, trembling, fumbling through her purse, holding bills in my face, chattering incessently. Through it all, I stared blankly at the road. Not saying a word. Soon she would begin crying, probably begin to beg for her life passionately. After that, she'd go very quiet. Then she would put two and two together and then begin weeping softly.

If she was like the others.

I drove deliberately aimlessly. I wanted her to try and guess where I was taking her, try and make some sense out of this senseless situation. Place it in some context of her life, of reality. I smiled softly once more, and waited for her next reaction as I turned left.

 

[The Preacher]

Refreshing for little golden.

 

[little_golden]

Sarah was in shock as the car sped off. All she could think about was the fact that she was with a crazy man with a pointed pointed in her face.

This can't be happening. I'll a mile from my house. This can't be.... No ....It can't be.... Sarah thought as the car moved down another sidestreet and then back onto the main roads.

Where are we going? Why? If he wanted to rob me - why take me along? Sarah reasoned between sobs.

"Look mister - this is a mistake.... I'm just a waitress.... On my way home from work... I'm not enough to hold for ransom... and there is no one in my life that would pay one.... I'm just a waitress.... If you were looking for a hooker... You got the wrong girl" Sarah told him between sobs.

Sarah watched as he pulled onto the highway and then took an exit onto a smaller highway. She had no idea where the lunatic was taking her.....

 

[The Preacher]

...If you were looking for a hooker... You got the wrong girl

I had to smirk at the irony of that statement. I had raped a hooker once, but it was a waste of time. The woman had been so traumatised by life, so downtrodden, so lifeless, so uninspiried, that it was no fun at all. She screamed when I slid inside her, but by the end of it she was laughing. No fun. No fun at all.

I ended that "date" by drowning her in a bathtub. I didn't normally do that, but I needed to get my rush somehow. But if I could, I avoided killing them - I wasn't a monster.

We were nearly out of the town, I found myself amongst bungalows and ghetto like dwellings. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a basketball court, and immediately I realised what I planned to do.

With the car now chugging along slowly, I placed my right hand on the wheel and turned my head so I was facing her. She really was perfect, even more perfect than I originally believed. Lilywhite skin, the traditional blood red lips. The tendons in her neck protruded out, creating a small valley in the bottom of her throat. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead and face, and had gathered in this valley and on her chest. As if it needed any extra emphasis!

This girl was natural in every way. The aforementioned hooker had silicone tits. That worst of all inventions by man! They looked like two tumours growing out of a stretched out, grafted on, piece of thin flesh. And they were too far apart and looked like spheres.

But this girl. They hung off her chest, they moved as she moved, the skin was clearly soft and spongey. Her cleavage was largely just a black line, except when it reached the sheer blouse she was wearing. That provided only minimal protection from the eye, and her breasts seperated as they reached the material. I guessed from experience that she had large areola, with a pink as soft as the flesh my eyes were feasting on.

But all these judgements were made in the twinkling of an eye, and my eyes only barely left hers, the car bumping along, causing her tits to bounce, watching her in silence.

 

[little_golden]

Sarah Jane Parker was worried. She had heard many stories of bad things that happen to women that get picked up by strange men in cars. Things were worse when you get forced into a car at gunpoint for no reason at all.

The black man had cold looking eyes. Sarah felt very self-conscious as she looked down at herself and realized the pink mini dress may have brought the wrong sort of attention to herself. He tried to pull the jean jacket tighter to hide the white frilly blouse and her ample breasts.

She felt helpess as they drove through the outskirts and everything seemed to get poorer, darker, run-down and more isolated. Then suddenly they were approaching a basket ball court that had obviously seen better days. There was a concrete wall on one side full of graffitti. The court was partially fenced, but most of the fence was lying on the ground. There were several garbage can that had been broken and typed over. The court was littered with garbage.

Sarah was shocked to see that her kidnapper was now staring at her and she tried to turn her head away. She didn't want to look at him eye to eye. She wanted to run! But he had the gun and she was afraid.

"Look mister - please don't look at me like that.... I just want to go home... Please... Let me out at a phone booth and I'll call a cab...." Sarah squeaked out nervously.

 

[The Preacher]

I stopped the car, took out the keys and placed them in my pocket.

I stared as hard as I could into her eyes. A simple stare usually aroused as much fear as anything my mind could conjourn up.

"Listen. I want you to listen to me very carefully. I am not one for grand speeches. Tonight, is a night you will remember for the rest of your life. It will dominate your life, from this day forward you will not be "the little prick tease waitress who loves puppys and teddy bears". I am going to take the you out of you. Until there is no "you" left. In every breath you take you will think of this face;" I put the index and middle finger of my right hand under my eyes and pulled down slightly, as if my face were a mask; "I am going to take you out and put me in. And I mean that in every way imaginable."

There was stone, cold, delicious silence in that car. It was indeed a world apart from the world. I drank it in, and watched her expression.

 

[little_golden]

Sarah was in disbelief as the stranger suddenly stopped the car near the basket ball court. He simply turned off the engine and pocketed the keys. Then he turned to Sarah and stared a pentrating gaze that seemed to see right into her soul.

His words were like ice, his black face stone cold and Sarah was sobbing as he told her:

"Listen. I want you to listen to me very carefully. I am not one for grand speeches. Tonight, is a night you will remember for the rest of your life. It will dominate your life, from this day forward you will not be "the little prick tease waitress who loves puppys and teddy bears". I am going to take the you out of you. Until there is no "you" left. In every breath you take you will think of this face;" I put the index and middle finger of my right hand under my eyes and pulled down slightly, as if my face were a mask; "I am going to take you out and put me in. And I mean that in every way imaginable."

What the hell is he talking about? Why me? What have I ever done to him? I didn't do anything... I'm just a waitress .. walking home after work.... Sarah thought.

"Please put the gun away ... your scaring me...." Sarah whispered between sobs.

"You're not going to hurt me right....." she asked softly.

What does he want from me? What is he saying - taking me out of me....

 

[The Preacher]

"I have said my peace." I retorted quietly, deliberately not answering her question.

I jumped out of the car, paced around to her side, opened the door, grabbed her by the wrist and began walking quickly to the courts. It caught her by surprise originally, and I nearly dragged her along the ground, but soon she picked up the pace and was tottering along behind me, still asking if I was going to hurt her, blabbering and begging. Light rain had begun to fall as we approached the bitchumen surface. I turned and saw her figure, the jacket was still annoyingly covering her melons. Her white blouse, wholly ostentatious with it's frills, a perfect innocent girls blouse, was becoming damp with the light rain, it was now 4am.

Finally we reached the hoop and I stopped, turned and faced her, the gun tucked into the back of my jeans.

"Take off your jacket and blouse. But don't just take them off, strip in front of me. If I'm not satisfied, you simply won't leave my care until I am. Make me aroused, girl."

She looked impudent originally, I had seen this before; that "I'm not going to do that!" look. I reached around my back and held the gun in my hand, although I did not take it out nor show it to her.

 

[little_golden]

Sarah still didn't understand as he told her:

"I have said my piece."

She watched as he jumped out of the car and for a split second she was about to open her door and make a run for it. But he was around to her side before she had made up her mind.

Next chance I get I run for it! she thought to herself as she sobbed softly.

I have to get out of this mess myself! I will survive Sarah promised herself mentally as the cruel black face emerged at her door. He looked mean and threatening. The whites of his eyes were glowing and there was a hint of red.

He's got to be on crack or something! Sarah worried to herself.

The door jerked open and then the big black hands dragged Sarah out of the car. Her wrists stung from his mighty grip. She was surprised by his strength and though she resisted he simply hauled her out and started to drag her along the ground.

"No! No!" Sarah screamed and her yells simply bounced outside the car in what seemed like a deserted area.

He dragged her for several feet along some long dried up dead grass and then they approached the basketball ball court itself.

"Please no!" Sarah begged as she managed to get herself back on her feet. She cooperated a little more to avoid scraping her legs along the ground. She knew the man didn't care.

"Don't do this... Please no... Think about what you are doing" Sarah begged him between light sobs.

"Why are were here? Is this where you grew up?" Sarah asked. The area looked like an abandoned slum. It could have been a war zone in some third world country it looked so dark, scary and empty.

There are probably gangs, street people, druggies and whores lurking in dark places like this Sarah imagined as she looked about.

It was a warm summers night and a light rain began to fall. She was angry as the black man turned her over and seemed to be inspecting her body through her pink mini-skirt. Her legs seemed very vulnerable under his gaze. Then his beady eyes looked up and down at the hints of her frilly white blouse under her blue jean jacket.

"Don't look at me like mister... Please no...." Sarah whispered.

As the rain fell a little harder, her hair became lightly plastered to her head and her white frilly blouse became damp and a little more transparent with each drop of rain. Luckily for her the jean jacket hide a good portion of her upper torso. But for a split second one of her hard erect nipples was visible.

All of a sudden the black man stopped pulling Sarah as they were now on the basketball court. He stuffed the gun into his pants and Sarah felt temporary relief - since the gun was away.

"Oh thank God...." Sarah whispered.

"It's all a mistake!"

Then from his evil twisted lips his words almost knocked her off her feet:

"Take off your jacket and blouse. But don't just take them off, strip in front of me. If I'm not satisfied, you simply won't leave my care until I am. Make me aroused, girl."

"What?" Sarah blurted out.

"I can't! I'm not that type of girl!" Sarah insisted as she watched his eyes trying to assess the danger.

Why me? Why here? Why now? Who is this black man? Sarah questioned and cursed mentally.

Suddenly Sarah felt defiant and gave a look of refusal.

In response to her look, the black man simpy grinned and showed two rows of shiny white teeth. But his hand now reached into his pants as if to send her a signal.

Sarah didn't know what to expect. She wanted to reason with him and not strip for him.

"Look let's talk this out..... My name is Sarah Jane Parker.... I work at Mel's... You know the club.... I'm just a waitress.... I'm only twenty-one....." Sarah started to explain and then suddenly broke into tears as she looked down at the ground not wanting to face him.

 

[The Preacher]

I began to encircle her, like I was a wolf stalking it's prey, or a matador inspecting the bull in a manner where it is unmistakable where the superiority lies. My hands were still behind my back.

"Bargaining girl?" I sternly excalimed as I measured her form more closely. I paid particular attention to her ass, wrapped in a hot pink skirt. She was the embodiment of female sexuality, whether she knew it or otherwise, that perfect hourglass figure, her ass was clearly strong and firm, protrouding out just the right distance. Her breasts, as I noticed earlier, were perfectly natural and large.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" the rain was becoming heavier, "dance for me!" She remained motionless.

By this time I had encircled her fully and was back facing her.

"Alright..." I said, beginning to walk away as though it was done, I heard a soft sigh of partial relief, before I turned rapidly, holding the guin sideways in two hands, pointed directly at her head.

"DANCE, BITCH!"

 

[The Preacher]

BUMP

 

[little_golden]

Sarah was terrified as her captor began to walk in circles around and around as if he was testing her resolve. It had the effect of intimidating her. She was waiting for the serpent to strike - but he didn't. It was causing havoc in her mind.

In Sarah's mind he had an angry and forceful expression as he asked her:
"Bargaining girl?"

It was his eyes that told her, he saw her simply as a woman at his convenience and for his use. His eyes were hungry and hard. He had a bulge in his pants and he was getting his jollies from tormenting her. She wanted to be strong but her resolve was fading.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Dance for me!" he had yelled at her but she was so stunned and so afraid her body didn't move. For a second she thought it was over but then he started that crazy circling again. She didn't like it at all when he stopped behind her - out of her direct view. Then he came back and softly said:

"Alright..."

But her eyes were riveting to his action in pulling out the revolver and cruelly pointing it at her head as he screamed out:

"DANCE, BITCH!"

Sarah was terrified to be looking down the barrel of the gun. The man holding it was shaking in anger and frustration. At this point, she was certain that if she didn’t cooperate that her tormentor would simply shoot her right there. It was an awful position to be in but she wanted to live and to survive.

“Okay…okay….I’ll dance” Sarah whispered and then wiped her eyes.

Very slowy, she made her legs move and wiggled her arms as she danced to some imaginary music in her head. She sensed his impatience and knew it was not wise to make this man wait. The erection in his pants was obvious and she knew where this was headed. The problem was that she didn’t know how to stop it. Sure she could scream but she knew he probably beat her senseless, rape her and then kill her.

“Okay!” she whispered again as she slowly slipped off the jean jacket and dropped it to the floor. His smile was immediate and obvious for her frilly white blouse was now completely wet and transparent in the front. Now he could perfectly make out the contours of her big luscious young breasts. Her nipples were large and erect with both sexual arousal and fear.

Sarah danced on the spot for another twenty or thirty seconds before she started to work the zipper at the side of her pink mini-skirt. As she continued to rotate her hips she slowly let the pink mini-skirt fall to the ground revealing herself in a white thong panty. Again, she saw him grinning like a cat, his teeth shining, and his hands figeting nervously. She stepped out of the pink mini-skirt.

The rain suddenly started to pour drenching her. The rain flowed across her back and down her front and ever so slowly drenched her thong. Sarah continued to dance and looking down at herself realized that her blouse was soaked and was plastered to her skin revealing her body. Looking up, she figured his impatience was growing so in panic she tried to quickly unbutton her wet white frilly blouse.

The two tops buttons opened easily but the third was troublesome. Rather than play with it, she gave it a hard tug that sent both the third and fourth button popping in the air and then scrambling across the floor of the basketball court.
“Shit!” Sarah mumbled as she worked the remaining of the buttons and then she slipped it off and dropped it to the ground.

Now she twirled in a circle, her big breasts dangling free and unencumbered. The rain was soaked through her white thing panties and her dark pubic bush and shapely pussy lips were obvious to her tormentor. She sensed his sexual needs and his growing sense of urgency.

He's really going to fuck me... He wants to fill me with his dirty seed... The bastard... He's not going to use a condom.... He may make me beg for it... Oh please no....

“Okay” she told him. But it was more to control her own panic. She stopped dancing and then slipped the panties down to her knees… then her ankles and then stepped out as she again resumed her dancing to the music in her brain.

After twirling in a circle a few times, she stopped and faced the man.

“Please be gentle” she pleaded.

Sarah knew what was coming and started to take a few steps backwards away from the pile of her clothes. It was awkward walking in the heels but she took small steps. The man was following closely She wasn’t running, there was six or seven small steps across the court backwards and then she stopped beside a pair of bushes.…. Slowly she sat down

“Privacy” she mumbled….. "Please don't hurt me...Please... I won't scream... Please..." she begged.

 

[The Preacher]

I watched her in silence as she performed for me. She was the embodiment of sex, those perfectly shaped breasts, with beads of water sliding between them. But it was like she was unaware in some way of that embodiment. Not that she was ignorant of the effect she had on men, but there was an innocent glow eminating from her - in a different life I may have called it a charm.

She was all natural too, none of this shaved rubbish. While it was hardly growing wild, it was very much her, unadulterated her. I could almost smell her scent in the rain. Her thick lips poked out of the bush, and when I saw them, I unzipped my jeans and ran the gun barrell across my engorged cock. I was 8 inches long and 3 inches across, when a woman was not willing, it was a wonderful instrument of both pleasure and pain, a woman divided against herself. Was a wonderful thing to watch in full flow. I hoped I could get this minx worked up in this state. I watched her eyes for that flicker, the flicker of seeing my cock standing proud and waiting. That flicker of pure desire, for just a moment before it was repressed and replaced with fear. Beautiful to watch.

Precum was forming on my head and dripping off my cock as the rain fell. I placed my left hand on my cock and slowly rubbed as my eyes fixed on her labia, watching her and smiling. I laughed quietly as I asked "what do you think, girl? ever seen one this big before?"

 

[little_golden]

Sarah slid on her naked rear-end further between the bushes desperate to hide her shame and humiliation. As she looked behind her, she realized the area wasn't as deserted as she first figured. In the distance, she could see several street people. They were Black and she knew she was in some Black slum and in a whole lot of trouble.

Turning back her kidnapper was moving closer and closer. She could see his big 8 inches long, 3 inch wide black cock erect and pointy. There was no doubt in her mind that he was going to rape her.... The only question was when and whether or not he'd kill her afterward. She didn't want to die.....

Sarah watched as he grabbed at his shaft as if he was working it up a little further..... He was grinning like an idiot and Sarah figured she was his first woman or he was some kind of lunatic escaped from prison.....

"Don't ...please" Sarah whispered. But she knew in her heart he wasn't going to listen. He had gone too far already. This had been his plan all along.

Why here.... Is he meeting someone? Why is he waiting Sarah worried as she waited for the inevitable.

Sarah almost broke out in nervous laughter as he asked her in a serious voice:

"What do you think, girl? ever seen one this big before?"

"I think you're a fucking asshole..... and I hope to God they catch you and send you back to prison where you belong... You fucking animal!!!!!!!!!!!"