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Demon Rapist: A Horror Fantasy
by Imma Scared (rapeme@iamyours.com)

***

One sick bastard grew up raping women and continues on 
even today, one after the other in a never ending 
succession. (M/FF, nc, rp, v, occult)

***

The Demon Rapist had a long, long history of mental 
illness. He also had the "devil's own luck".

When he was a young teen, he had brutally raped his 
mother, but out of a misplaced sense of "family loyalty" 
she had refused to press charge against him. 

His father, also a lucky, sick bastard, praised the boy 
for his act of "manhood", encouraged him to commit such 
acts on a regular basis, and advised how to be careful 
so that he wouldnıt be caught. "The best pussy is a 
raped pussy," the father often told him.

The Demon Rapist was never in trouble for a single one 
of his brutal rapes in which he took such pleasure and 
joy. He so terrified his victims that none of them were 
capable of giving a coherent account of what had 
happened to them, let alone a reasonable description.

What often got him in to trouble was his sudden 
unreasonable rages, during which, if he was in public, 
caused a considerable amount of property damage and 
often no little bodily injury to any and all in his 
vicinity.

Yet the Demon Rapist spent little time in jail. He had 
been diagnosed as "mentally deficient" and so he was 
usually sent to a mental institution for a period of 
weeks. There he would be medicated and then released 
once the doctors determined he was not a danger to 
himself, or to others. (Few of these doctors who made 
the determination ever even spoke to the Demon Rapist!)

When the Demon Rapist began hearing voices mumbling in 
his head, he was at first concerned. He was really 
afraid he perhaps he was starting to develop a 
conscience, something which he had heard of, but didnıt 
want any part of, since it would only interfere with his 
pleasure.

He loved raping women, almost more than life itself. He 
loved ramming his cock as hard as he could into their 
fear tightened pussies. The tighter the better too. It 
wasn't so much the sex, or even the way his cock felt, 
pulsing like it was going to explode deep into their 
fear tightened asses and cunts as wonderful as it was; 
it was the power, the domination, the forcing of himself 
into their body, the violation of something so intimate 
to them, of filling them with fear, and misery and 
torment as well as burning seed.

But as the voices in his head became clearer over time, 
he was overjoyed that the voices were "friendly", 
guiding him to more victims to rape and torment, helping 
him become stronger and more powerful.

He found he could increase the frequency of his attacks 
on women, as his lust knew almost no bounds. He was 
constantly horny, almost constantly erect, and he did 
not seem to tire as ordinary men did. 

Now he stood in front of the mirror, admiring himself. 
He was 6ı8 300 pounds, with a 56 inch chest, arms and 
legs like corded logs of wood. But what made him 
proudest, happiest, was the size of his pole-like prick.

Up until a month ago, it was, to him, a modest 8 inches. 
But the voices in his head had promised him if he would 
allow them to use him, they could and would increase the 
size and power of his manhood. All he had to do was to 
shave his head slippery smooth, and keep it that way.

Well the Demon Rapist had readily agreed, and he was 
thrilled with how the "voices" had rewarded him. Now his 
manhood was 11 inches of hefty, vein-twisted cock. It 
was so thick that even he could not get his fingers 
around it. It looked as big around as a childıs fist and 
as long as a childıs forearm, but the thing that pleased 
him the most was that it was gnarly like the limb of an 
oak tree. The towering post felt very hot in his huge 
hands and seemed to throb with a life of its own. 

He had, with the aid of the "voices" managed to rape an 
average of 9 women a day, and would have raped more gad 
the voices permitted it. Nine seemed to be a special 
number with them. One young woman he had dragged to his 
lair he had assaulted 9 times in each hole, and the 
"voices" had made him fall asleep before he could damage 
her further.

The screams of the woman he had raped in the last hour 
still rang sweetly in his ears... and thanks to the 
powers that the "voices" had granted, he had raped her 
in broad daylight on a busy street in pussy and ass for 
a full 20 minutes and no one heard or saw a thing till 
he was long gone. He had hurt the woman horribly with 
his inhuman dick, tearing her up good under the power of 
his lustful demon-powered thrusting but he hoped she 
wouldnıt die. He wanted her to live with what he had 
done to her for a long, long time. And perhaps, someday 
he might find her again.

He thought about a woman he had seen leaving a church as 
he walked away from his last victim. His eye had been 
drawn to her because: she looked child-like, small 
breasted, slim-waisted. His "voices" wouldnıt let him 
have a child. They had hurt him almost beyond endurance 
when he tried to snatch one. But this female was a 
woman. He could pretend, when he found her.

He stood grinning as he looked at himself, fisting his 
humongous cock. It looked bigger than before, the huge, 
hairy nuts swaying underneath the long thick shaft. Had 
it grown? Yes he was sure of it, as his hand pumped 
faster and faster, at least another inch, perhaps more.

The "voices" in his head began speaking to him again, 
instructing him when and how he could have this girl-
like woman. He pumped faster and faster, as they spoke, 
in a frenzy of lust...

***

Dawn had wanted to become a nun. This was not so much 
because of any great depth of faith, though she was 
pious enough but because she wanted to serve her fellow 
humans. Unfortunately, for that particular dream, door 
after door had been closed to Dawn, because they were 
just some things about the Faith of the Children of 
Light that Dawn just didnıt believe.

So Dawn, at 18, had discovered, and then joined a small 
lay religious order of men and women that served the 
"working poor". And while it did require it, Dawn had 
chosen celibacy as well as a vow poverty as part of her 
signs of commitment to the small community which 
welcomed her in. 

To her surprise, in just 3 short years, Dawn was looked 
upon as a leader by her fellows and had been sent out by 
the order to see if they could "plant" another community 
in a new city.

She had gone, on impulse, to the heart of the city, to 
look at the Cathedral, and the apparently vacant chapter 
house attached to it. To her surprise, she ran into the 
Bishop of the city, who recognized the "habit" of her 
lay-order. 

It turned out that the Bishop was more than willing to 
by-pass all the red-tape she had feared, and invited her 
to come back the next day to meet with him about the 
details members of her order taking over moving into the 
chapterhouse.

"There is a great evil in this city," the Bishop said., 
"and not enough of those dedicating to doing unselfish 
good. If your order chooses to come here, I will welcome 
them and aid them in every way I can."

As Dawn left the Cathedral, almost skipping down the 
steps, she was totally unaware that she had caught the 
eye of a very, very evil man. A Demon Rapist.

Dawn bought a city newspaper, and went to a cafe to sit 
and have a cup of Klave, and relax, before she explored 
the city any further, and as she read she understood why 
the Bishop had said that the city of 4 millions souls 
was "full of evil".

According to the newspaper, there has been 4 murders, 2 
acts of arson, and 12 acts of brutal rape just in the 
last 24 hour period. 9 of the brutal rapes were being 
attributed to one they called the "Demon Rapists", 
because all 9 had been left in a coma-like state. The 
other 3 were "copycat" rapes, and at least 1 rapist had 
been caught in the very act!

Shuddered as she read more about the "Demon Rapist" who 
for the past 30 days had destroyed for all intents and 
purposes, close to 300 women. The City Guard had no clue 
to his identity, did not understand how he was able to 
commit so many horrible acts in so many locations, in so 
many short a period of time. 

There was true evil in the city indeed, Dawn saw. And 
what she wanted to do was flee. Forget all thoughts of 
being a part of a community here. But she had made 
commitments. To her order, to herself, and to fellow 
humans. 

As she sat in the cafe, debating what to do, to go with 
her fear, or meet her commitments, an dignified elderly 
man came and sat down by her table.

"Forgive me my daughter," the man said, "but I can see 
by your clothing you are a stranger to the city." Dawn 
smiled warmly at him, as he continued, "And I can see 
too you are a worker of good, a servant of our Father of 
Light."

The old man looked at the paper laying in front of Dawn. 
"And I see youıve been reading about our city. There is 
a great, great evil at work here my daughter. But you 
can stop it if you will."

Startled, Dawn "Me? Stop it? what do you mean? How can I 
stop it?"

"Have you read what the Father once told the children? 
"It is an easy act of to give oneıs life for friends my 
children, but the greatest act of love to die for those 
who do not know you, and who will never know of your 
sacrifice," the old man said, looking at Dawn intently.

Dawn suddenly felt cold fear washing over her.

"Would you give yourself so that others would not 
suffer? Would you allow a fiend to use you for its 
pleasure to save the sanity of hundreds of women? Would 
you die for others?"

"No!" Dawn said, leaping to her feet. "I donıt want to! 
I canıt! Iım not that strong" she fled in terror from 
the old man, and so she didnıt hear him laughing, didnıt 
see the gleam of evil glee in his eyes.

Dawn found that her feet were carrying, as if by 
instinct, back to the Inn, and to what she hoped would 
be safety.

***

Sometime later that same night, Dawn awoke to the sounds 
of a man howling, crying out in deep despair and 
profound horror!

"Oh Light! No! My wife! My Wife!"

Dawn flung on her habit, and not even pausing long 
enough to put on her sandals and ran out her room, to 
join the others on her floor who were hurrying down the 
hall to see what could be happening to cause a man to 
scream like that.

Finally, Dawn was able to see the man who was howling. 
He knelt beside a woman who lay flat on her back, at the 
end of the long hallway. As she got closer, Dawn was 
able to see that the woman, was not much older than Dawn 
herself was totally naked. 

Finally Dawn found herself standing beside the howling 
man, staring down at the poor woman, who was staring 
sightlessly upward. The almost life-less body was 
covered with huge hand shaped bruises, bite marks, and 
sweat.

"It would seem that the Demon Rapist has struck again", 
Dawn heard someone say, and turned to see, without much 
surprise, the old man she had spoken to in the cafe. "It 
is not yet Midnight, and so unless the Father of Light, 
or a servant of Light intervenes, there may yet be more 
victims such as this..."

***

The people around Dawn began turning away, but the old 
man remained standing next to Dawn. He placed a hand on 
hers and began to lead her back to her room. Dawn tried 
to pull free from the old manıs surprisingly strong 
grip."

"Let me go, I must help that woman!" she insisted.

"Her own husband can wash her and see she is carried 
back to her bed. Other than that, she is beyond any aid 
you can give." The old man turned Dawn, so that she was 
forced to look him in the eye. "If you truly wish to 
help, you perhaps stop this from happening to someone 
else.

"You took an oath to serve your fellow humans, to heal 
them, and to give your life if it would save others. You 
can repudiate that oath, and frankly, I wouldnıt place 
any blame on that decision. " He smiled gently as he saw 
the panic in Dawnıs face.

He continued, "Or my scared young child, you, and only 
you can pay a terrible price, and the Demon Rapistıs 
reign of terror will be over."

Terrified, Dawn whispered "What price?"

"You are the one person who can satisfy the evil lust 
that empowers the Demon Rapist. You must go to the 
Cathedral and wait for him to come to you. Your assent 
to be a Sacrifice will draw him like a moth to a flame."

He didnıt speak further, but simply gazed intently into 
Dawnıs eyes. She wanted to cry out, "Why me? -- How do I 
know you speak the truth", but she didnıt. She knew 
there would be no answer, because there were no rational 
answers. 

She did know, that the old man was telling the truth. 
She also knew she would not be able to live with in 
peace herself unless she did what this man had told her 
to do.

Her voice shaking. she said, "I will go. May the light 
be with me, I will ascend."

The old man smiled, "Then hurry my child. Anoint 
yourself like a bride eager for her groom, and hurry to 
the Cathedral. You must be there before Midnight! At the 
stroke of Midnight, you must be naked, lying on the 
altar, like an animal ready for slaughter. If you do 
this, you will be his last victim!"

Dawn turned from the old man, and so again, did not see 
the old man shaking with silent, maniacal laughter.

***

A few minutes before Midnight, Dawn entered the dimly 
lit Cathedral and walked down the long central aisle to 
kneel at the altar.

No sooner had she knelt, than a huge hulking form 
stepped out of the shadows, and Dawn found herself 
looking up at the Demon Rapist. He was totally naked and 
his huge 13 inch stalk stood up and out threateningly 
from his dark thatch of pubic hair. His massive cock was 
twisted with veins and the huge plum-like head bulged a 
deep crimson. He watched her assess her situation as 
being helpless and took silent enjoyment out of it.

"My friends tell me I am gonna fuck you, gonna fuck you 
till the sun comes up," The Demon Rapist hissed at Dawn. 

"They tell me that you wonıt be able to escape me e 
either thru Death, or madness.theyıre gonna make your 
body be "healed" in seconds soon as Iım done raping your 
ass your pussy! You will remember each second of pain, 
every single thrust of my big beautiful dick! Then I get 
to tear it open again! And again!" 

Dawn, said nothing in reply, simply stood up, took off 
her habit, and lay down on her back upon the 
Catherdralıs bare stone altar.

The Demon Rapist grinned down at her, and then leaning 
forward, and he forced his mouth on hers, kissing her 
hard. She could feel the crown of his enormous penis 
pushing against her pussy's entrance, and it felt as if 
somebody was forcing a clenched fist up between her 
legs.

"Please, it's too big," she wept. "Please, you're going 
to kill me."

The Demon Rapist simply laughed. He got closer and 
slowly ran the head of his massive cock up and down her 
slit as if to tease her. He began to shove the huge 
plum-like head of his cock into her slit. It was rough 
going for him. but he didnıt mind, knowing it was even 
rougher for her.

Suddenly, Dawn felt pain so intense that she thought 
that her pelvis had broken apart. Her head jerked upward 
and the sensation of the swollen head of its thick shaft 
plunging down her virgin pussy made her spine arch 
involuntarily. 

She seemed to truly impaled by the giant penis up inside 
her small body as The Demon Rapistıs remorselessly 
shoved his massive cock inside her. eyes opened wide, 
pupils dilated and her mouth open wide. She was hurt too 
badly to do anything but shudder and gasp. There was 
nothing she could do to save herself, she was powerless. 
All she could do was hold on tight to the very creature 
that was hurting her so much, and keep her legs 
stretched as wide apart as she possibly could, and pray. 

He grabbed her around her small waist and pulled her 
back at the same time he threw his full weight of 300 
pounds forward. She screamed in sheer agony as the 
massive intruder tore through the protective veil of her 
maidenhead. 

The lips of her assaulted pussy splayed grossly under 
the tearing, ripping, plunges of the demon-powered cock. 
Her face distorted into a mask of pure horror, as she 
screamed in agony as more and more of that gigantic 
prick was forcing its way deeper and deeper into her. 

The Demon Rapist looked down, surprised to see to see 
his prick that despite his powerful thrusts, his cock 
was only slowly vanishing , little by little, into his 
victimsı battered pussy. Surely this was the tightest 
pussy he had ever been lucky enough to sink his cock 
into!

Dawn clenched her fists in pain and her mouth was agape 
in sheer torture as the merciless cock tore onwards into 
her. The Demon Rapistıs huge cock continued itıs 
relentless punishing impalement, as it bore in and she 
cried out, pleading for him to stop the onslaught. 

The Demon Rapist was filled with joy as he felt how 
tightly her pussy gripped his cock, he was practically 
having to tear into her, giving him more pleasure than 
he had ever imagined possible. This was indeed the 
tightest pussy heıd ever fucked his cock into! 

He paused for a moment, not out of any consideration for 
his victim. He wanted to savor, however briefly, the 
wonderful sensations Dawnıs pussy was transmitting thru 
his penis, into his very soul. As Dawnıs pussy spasmed 
in agony, the walls of her pussy clutched and clutched 
the thick, hard dick. as if massaging it, giving the 
monster wave after wave of delight.

Almost reluctantly, the Demon Rapist withdrew his cock 
from his victims pussy. till only the huge blood 
engorged head remained just inside. Then, clutching her 
hips hard, he again thrust savagely forward.

She finally felt the large plum-like head bump the very 
limit of her vaginal cavity. They was a great cramping 
as it seated itself up against her cervix. She screamed 
in terror as the cock cap stained her cervical hole to 
the limit. 

The Demon Rapist looked down to see only one half of his 
huge cock in her and he was pressing against the back 
wall of her cunt. It seemed as if his cock was gaining 
in length and thickness even as he raped this wonderful 
piece of female flesh! 

He pulled back and felt the lips of her pulling and 
dragging at his cock. Looking down, he saw her pussy 
lips distended, as if trying to pull his cock in. It 
looked as though he was pulling her pussy innards out as 
they clung his to his ever expanding cock. 

Dawnıs blood and vaginal liquids coated and lubricated 
coated his shaft as he pulled out. To Dawn it felt as 
though all of her insides were trailing out after the 
big thick invader. This time he plowed back in and the 
entire length shoved deep into her pussy, causing it to 
bash against her wombıs door. 

***

He licked his lips and began a slow, steady, forceful in 
and out motion his cock burning her like a red-hot steel 
bar driven in and out of her virginal pussy. He knew and 
rejoiced in the fact that the pain was terrible for Dawn 
as her screams attested.

She could feel every bump and vein on his huge penis as 
it slammed powerfully into her pussy, and then he began 
to pick up the pace fucking her with a furious pace that 
seemed to get more brutal with each stroke. He grabbed 
her around the shoulders so that he could fuck her 
harder, pounding into her pussy. She felt her cunt walls 
burn as the pain began to increase past the point of 
human endurance. 

She groaned as she felt the cervical opening begin to 
dilate as the cockhead smashed against it, that ravaged, 
muscular hole was giving in to the abuse, her pussy 
gates fluttering as if giving up and surrendering to the 
massive battering-ram plowing into its depths.

The Demon Rapist was gasping for breath while he felt 
the rumbling of his massive nuts begin to tug at the 
root of his prick. More than anything, he wanted to 
blast his load into the depths of his victim, with her 
child-like body. He stabbed in one last time, driving in 
his almost the entire length into her, just as semen 
rushed up his dick shaft. 

Dawnıs eyes bulged as the first shot of hot dick spray 
pelted the walls of her bleeding cunt. He lunged and 
buried another inch into her, causing the spray of man 
cream to shoot directly into the deep her womb. White-
hot demon seed pumped out of the ejaculating cock to 
drown her pussy tunnel, burning, scalding, increasing 
the pain and agony. The flood began to slow down and 
finally he pulled back, out of the tender, torn vagina. 

"What a good fuck you are!" the Demon Rapist crowed. 

Dawn opened her eyes and saw to her horror that the 
Demon Rapistıs massive penis was still fully erect!

The Deacon reached out for Dawn and she rolled over onto 
her stomach, trying to wriggle forward on her elbows 
across the stone altar. But the Demon Rapist just 
laughed and seized her thighs in his massive hands and 
dragged her back toward him..

Forcefully, he parted the cheeks of her ass with his 
calloused fingers, and placed the head of his monstrous 
manhood at her asshole.

He wrestled with her, bucking and jabbing at her with 
his penis. Twice the thick rod missed her ass and struck 
her thigh leaving wet smears, and twice she managed to 
twist herself away. Then he clambered on top of her 
small terror filled body. 

Filled with despair, she felt the creature mount her 
from behind, felt his breath on her neck, felt the demon 
powered penis push between her asscheek. Steadying 
himself by grabbing her hips, he pushed the head of his 
cock into her ass with one bold thrust. Dawn screamed as 
the huge cock tore into her tiny opening.

The Demon Rapist smiled as she screamed. He looked down 
and saw that only the head of his cock was inside her 
ass. She would really be screaming, he knew, as soon as 
he could slam more of himself into her! He continued to 
shove his cock forcefully into Dawnıs tight ass.

She felt his cock enter her bowels, sending pain and a 
kind of cramps through her intestines into her belly. It 
seemed as if he were forcing his fist up her rather than 
his cock. Dawn struggled wildly, grunting and twisting 
her torso as she tried to escape the penis invading her 
asshole.

But the Madman simply tightened his grip on her hips as 
he slammed hard into Dawnıs ass again and again until 
buried the full length of his shaft deep inside her as 
she screamed over and over with pain. He began fucking 
her ass with long steady in and out thrusts. To Dawn, it 
felt as if the Monster was fucking her with a red-hot 
iron poker. In and out the thick cock went slamming 
itself deeper into her bowels, causing hot tearing pain 
at each stroke. 

She felt the power of Demon Rapistıs massive erection 
plunging all the way up her ass with unstoppable force. 
The inhuman lust hardened cock was inside her, deep and 
urgent and swollen and white hot with lust.

She screamed at the pain, screamed until she tasted bile 
and her throat was raw and tears streamed from her eyes 
and ran into her nose and mouth. The Demon Rapist 
laughed as leaned forward over her hunched form and 
thrust into her again and again, it's calloused hands 
slipping around her body to grasp her small breasts.

Her thighs were stretched as wide apart as she could to 
lessen the pain as the Demon Rapist withdrew his cock 
only to slam it in to the hilt again and again, 
thrusting savagely into her, gripping the soft flesh of 
her hips now, until it could push no deeper. He would 
pull out until only his cockhead was still inside her 
then thrust into her again with the force of a 
piledriver. 

Faster and faster, its penis swollen to an impossible 
size penetrated her. Her head throbbed from the pain. 
With a final thrust the Deacon erupted a lava-like flood 
in her... she could feel the hot fluid spurting, the 
shaft of his enormous cock pulsing in her, burning her 
like a red-hot bar of steel... like a ball of fire. The 
pain in her lower regions became so intense that she 
started to lose unconsciousness. The Demon Rapist 
withdrew his penis, while momentarily satisfied, still 
fully erect.

The Deacon waited for a moment, waiting for the 
"healing" to restore Dawn, and again lined his cock 
against her pussy...

END
 
Author's Note: Why shouldn't a woman like to read and 
write rape fantasies? I'm a woman, and I'll admit that I 
love rape fantasies. I love to imagine that I have been 
taken my force. Why should I be ashamed of that? And I 
rather find myself turned-on by men who fantasize about 
rape. Fantasies harm no one. 

I often wonder; if my fantasy were to become a reality 
would I still be turned-on. What if a Totally bald man 
were to take me against my will, to punish my poor pussy 
with his powerful piston-like prick, would I not find 
freedom and joy?" 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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