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He'd recently joined a few online role play sites which did nothing but feed the flames and blur the line between reality and fantasy. (MF, nc, rp, bd) *** He had never raped a girl. He had dreamed and fantasized about it for years. He'd recently joined a few online role play sites which did nothing but feed the flames and blur the line between reality and fantasy. Mark began shadowing females at random. At the mall, on the streets, and dark parking lots. Sometimes keeping his distance and other times getting uncomfortably close. He loved watching their reactions. The short quickened steps and the covert backward glances. On the role play sites he frequently acted out his fantasies in the chat rooms, but the women on the site were just too willing and wet underneath their typed protests. He had never raped a girl. He had decided that tonight that would change. No role play, this time reality. As soon as the clock hit 10 pm he walked out the front door of his apartment. He would begin by stalking the night. He started out like he had so many nights before, simply looking for a potential victim to shadow. Walking along, he could hardly stand the raging hard on straining against his pants. He was surprised that most of the women on his normal route were paired up, either with other women or men. He had yet to spy a stray lamb. He climbed back in his car, moving on to the next spot, feeling like a drooling wolf. Mark was startled awake. He glanced around, confused. His neck had a terrible kink in it and he winced, rubbing the tender muscle. He realized he had fallen asleep in his car. None of the spots had given him a single suitable female to shadow, much less rape. He pulled out his cell phone and glanced at the time on the tiny screen. It was already after two in the morning. "Fuck." He was in the darkest corner of the Walmart parking lot. Stretching out his arms, he carefully scanned the lot, trying to go easy on the muscles in his neck. He nearly screamed as he found himself face to face with a pale round face nearly pressed into the glass of the driver's side window. Her hand was raised as if she was about to knock on the glass. He cranked the handle, lowering the window a few inches. "'Scuse me, sorry I woke you, can you help me?" Mark could tell by her slur and the glassy eyes that she was either drunk or high as a kite. "What can I do for you?" He asked, glancing around to see if anyone else was in the lot, seeing no one. "My car broke down," she pointed vaguely down the street, as if she was confused as to where it might be. "Need a ride home." She swayed on her feet, using the car to hold herself steady. He looked her over from head to toe. She was built nothing like the women in the stories or his fantasies. Those women were always short, slender, and beautiful, blessed with perfect tits. The woman that stood before him weighed close to three hundred pounds and was shaped like a pear. Her short permed hair was dyed a garish red. Her pale moon face was punctuated with a heavily lip-sticked, puckered mouth. Mulling over his options he decided that she would do. "Sure, get in the back." She grabbed for the door handle behind him, he quickly jabbed the lock button, unlocking the car a millisecond before she yanked the handle. "Thanks, Mister." She mumbled as she heaved her body into the seat, the car springs protesting. "Harbrook apartments." She stated as if she had just entered a cab. Mark tightened his lips, repulsed by her presence, but his lips lifted into a small grin as he saw her lay her head back with her eyes closed. Driving with one hand, his other hand rubbed his cock through his pants. He focused on the stories and the role play that filled his mind like tinder. Slowly his cock hardened, beginning to bulge nicely in his lap. It was nowhere near the intensity of the hard on that he'd had as he stalked the streets four hours ago. He hoped she wasn't too slutty or too drunk. He wanted genuine resistance. Panic and fear would be even better. He pulled the car onto a previously chosen dirt road, just far enough to be out of sight if another car passed. He quickly jumped out before she was fully aware of her situation. "Where are we?" She asked as he pulled her door open. He started to climb into the back seat. Crunch. Mark fell backwards onto his ass. Tears poured freely from both eyes and blood filled his mouth. The fat cow cunt had kicked his square in the nose, breaking it. He snarled with pained rage and lunged back through the door before she could shut it. He crushed his full weight on her, even though she outweighed him by a hundred pounds. Painful blows landed on him as he struggled to pull the rag from the sandwich bag in his pocket that he had soaked in chloroform before leaving the house. He jammed the cloth over her face and waited until the stupid cow stopped moving before he dared to loosen his grip. Hurrying, he popped his trunk, looking for his duffel bag. He wasn't sure how long she would be out and he didn't think he had it in him to subdue her a second time. His eyes were blurred with tears, blood continuing to drip from his chin. He grabbed the zip ties and quickly bound her hands behind her back as she lay unconscious on her side. He rolled her over onto her back, knowing that her own bodyweight would painfully crush her arms the longer she was forced to lay on them. He pulled her legs out of the car. He had planned to undress her first but the vicious kick altered that plan. He grabbed the shower curtain rod from the trunk and quickly knelt on the ground in front of her legs. Using copious amounts of duct tape he quickly improvised a spreader bar. Grateful that she was still out cold, he climbed back into the front seat. Using the wad of McDonalds napkins in his glove box he cleaned his face. He focused on the anger churning in his stomach. This would be no rape for the thrill of it. Now it was pure revenge. The bitch would pay for breaking his nose. He kept feeding his anger until he finally heard her groan in the backseat. Mark smiled, getting out of the seat. "Wha?" she pulled her arms and legs trying to free them. Mark crawled into the back seat, laying his full weight on her and grinning at the agony it caused her. He hovered over her fat moon face as he searched his mind for the perfect first words. In the chat room these things were so much easier to think of, he wanted it to be memorable. "Get the fuck off me!" She bellowed spittle landing on his lips. Mark's mind blanked out as he dry heaved. He quickly backed out as he continued retching. This woman had the absolute worst breath he had ever encountered in his life. Worse than any rotting animal he had ever seen. Gagging one more time he grabbed the duct tape from the ground and circled the car. So much for stuffing her panties in her mouth, he thought. He ripped a length of tape off, opening the car door, staring down at her terrified face. "You mouth looks like a puckered asshole, but it smells worse that dog shit." He covered her mouth, quickly tearing a second piece from the roll as her tongue jabbed at the tape trying to dislodge it. "Maybe I should tape over your nose." He laughed, her eyes rolling in horror. He placed the second piece over her mouth as well. He grabbed the knife from his duffle bag on his way back around the car. It was a large hunting knife, purchased purely for the frightful sight. His cock lurched in his pants as she tried to scream through the tape. Slowly, deliberately he cut down the front of her bulky sweat shirt. Underneath she wore a grubby Tee-shirt, Garfield smiling up at him. He slowly cut through this second layer of material, marveling at how easily the knife sliced through it. A large white grandmotherly bra lay between him and her large pale tits. The stiff band around her torso had yellowed from years of sweat. Looking up at her face he grimaced to see that snot had started to ooze from her nostrils. There had never been any snot in the stories. He turned to cutting the sleeves from her body, wanting her top half completely exposed to him. He was surprised that a woman in this day and age didn't shave her arm pits. There was a thick bush under each arm. He almost wished that he had left the sleeves in place. Backing out of the car, he wiped away the sweat from his forehead. Time seemed to be flying. He grabbed her behind the knees and pulled her a little further out of the car. He quickly worked the knife up each leg, easily cutting her pants from her body. The thick brown hair that covered each leg made him conclude that she was some kind of animal loving vegetarian hippy freak. He wondered if that meant she was a virgin too. He could see the bush under the large pair of underwear she wore. These too had once been white and were now stained with sweat at the edges. The hair spread from her bush out to each inner thigh and up her large belly to her navel. She cried out as he yanked the thin material, ripping her underwear off rather than cutting it. He slipped the knife between her cleavage and cut through the front of her bra, removing the last item. Mark ran the blade down some of the pubic hair on her belly, watching it flutter to the ground. As much as he wanted to, he didn't have time to remove the hair like he wished. Setting the knife on the ground he knelt on the rod, pinning her feet down as he spread her pussy open. She squirmed just as he knew she would. Clumps of a white cottage cheese substance clung to the inside of her cunt. "Fuck me!" He cried out in anger. Coming from the center of her pussy was a tell tale white string. Mark stood up and looked up at the sky. He was to the point where he thought it might be best if he just dumped her on the side of the road and drove like a mad man to get home and away from this foul creature that he had mistaken for a good victim. He was furious at her. Before he knew what he was doing he was smacking her. Smacking her fat legs, smacking her face and tits, hitting her belly as hard as he could. Her skin turned red as he unleashed his rage on her pale flabby flesh, welts and bruises from continued blows. Tears rolled down her temples and more snot bubbled out of her nose. He picked up the panties and draped them over her face, blocking face from sight. Before he could think too hard about it he grabbed the string and flung the bloodied piece of cotton in the woods like a bullet. He climbed on top of her, his cock barely hard enough to penetrate. Closing his eyes he made his mind go somewhere else. And then he came. It was over. He had raped a woman. Stunned, he backed out, standing on the road with his pants around his hips. It had taken all of ten strokes for him to spurt inside of her. He zipped his pants and buckled his belt. He thought maybe he would wrap his fingers around her neck and dump her body in the ditch here. He walked around to the other door where her head lay. "I know everything about you, bitch," he said calmly with his lips near her underwear covered ear. He placed his hand over her throat, feeling her pulse just under the skin. "If you ever tell a single soul about this, I'll be at Holbrook apartments to finish it." He squeezed her neck until her neck was purple and then he let go. Mark drove into town towards the car wash. He wanted to get every bit of that dirty cows presence out of his vehicle. He had left her in the ditch as he envisioned, but she was quite alive. He doubted that she would tell a soul what had happened. He planned to though. As soon as he got back into the chat room he was going to get the whole thing out of his system, only he needed to know it was real. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 72