I don't know when my desires to rape first appeared. Perhaps is was when I started masturbating to my parents "True Detective" magazines; perhaps it was the time I was playing with the neighbor's daughter and tripped, snagging her shirt on the way down, ripping buttons and affording me my first view of breasts. Whatever the cause, it was not because of my environment. I am a college educated professional, financially secure, self employed, reasonably good looking (6', 200lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, a thick shaved 8" long cock). But there is just something about a rape; I love the hunt, the stalking of my prey, the sound of buttons bouncing off the wall, the ripping of clothing, the screams and pleas of my victims, the fear in their eyes, the useless struggling. I keep a girlfriend around for appearances and even have normal sex with them, but I get my real charge out of forcing some helpless female to submitting to all my degrading and humiliating sexual perversions.
Chapter 1: The Bunny-girl
She was not one of my first; I had been perfecting my perversion for many years before her. No, she was just one of the most memorable and that's why I start with her.
So why did I name her that? Was it her real name. Not. I spotted her one summer day working in her front flowerbed as I was on my way to a client. Her red hair almost glowed in the morning sun. It was beautiful, thick and waistlength, tied in two pigtails like big floppy ears. As I approached her house, I slowed down to see whether she was cute or not. What I saw made me laugh hysterically. As she worked her way along the line of flowers, she would pop up move and pop back down like a rabbit hopping. I slowed to a crawl as I passed her but she never even knew it. I drove past and turned around; I parked across the street and watched her for the next 30 minutes. She continued to hop up and down the flowerbed and finally finishing, stood and wiped the sweat from her eyes... God, she was beautiful! And what a fantastic body! Beautiful long, rainy day legs (the kind you would like to see clear up), a plump juicy fuckable ass, nice set of tits and and a pair of lips like a porno star! Oh it made my dick jump. I left to see my client but there was no doubt I would be back; she was definately my next target.
A few days passed before I was able to scope out the neighborhood. I needed to find a place from where I could watch my victim. Between two houses on the opposite side of the street, there was a thicket of trees and bushes. I chose this as my surveillance point. It didn't take long to realize that this was going to be easier that I had hoped. Bunnygirl did not have any regular habits. She didn't work outside the home; she didn't work in the yard on a regular basis; and she didn't have any visitors on a regular basis. What she did have, though, was a husband and he seemed to travel a lot. Every Tuesday a taxi picked him up at the house with an overnight bag; every Thursday afternoon he returned. I watched this happen for several weeks. Normally my surveillance would take months(that's why I have never been caught), but this was just too easy and she was just so sexy.
From that day on I started carrying my bag with me. I'd arrive in my clump of bushes every Tuesday morning at 4:30 and wait for the right moment. I had decided that I had to take her on Tuesday because that way I could keep her for a couple of days before I gave her back to her husband. It took three weeks for it to happen.
On that fateful day I had stayed in my hiding place all day. She had come out twice that day. Once to water the lawn and once to check the mail. Her husband had left as usual in the taxi that morning. What made this the day was that at twilight she left the house and drove away. I had no idea how long she would be gone. When it was dark I left my hiding place and scurried across the road to the side of her garage. I put on my ski mask and laid down beside the building with my bag. It was going to be a long night so I closed my eyes to rest. Bunnygirl returned home around 10. When the garage door opened, I awoke. As she approached the garage I crawled to the edge of the garage front. When the driver's door dissappeared into the garage I slid in beside her husband's car. I was in and she was mine!
After giving her time to settle in, I slipped across the garage to the house door. Most people don't bother locking this because they have their hands full and they think it is safe with the garage door down. She was no exception. I turned the handle, my heart was racing. I love the excitement and anticipation. I slipped into a laundry room. The light was out but I could see my way around because she left the door to the main part of the house open. As I approached the door, I could hear her singing to herself. "Not bad," I muttered to myself. Maybe I'd make her sing for me later.
At the doorway I listened. She was to my left. I peeked out of the laundry room; a hallway. Quick peek up and down. Kitchen to the left, hallway and dark open door to the right. Probably living room. Staircase going up. Hummm. Guess I'll catch her upstairs. Kitchen has too many potential weapons. I slipped up the stairs. The third one creaked. I stopped ready to go after her. She kept on singing. To the top of the stairs. Four bedrooms. The one to my immediate right was a spare room with an iron set up. The one to my right and in front of me was a guest bedroom. You could tell. Nothing personal in it. Next to it the guest bath. The other two rooms were to my left. To my immediate left was a computer room/office. That left the master bedroom. I slipped into it. Walking into the room I turned on the light and got the lay of the land. Walk-in closet to my right; further on the right the master bath. The rest of the room was basically square. Queen bed against one wall centered. Dresser with mirror on opposite wall (no problem). Some other furniture but nothing to worry about.
I took out the necessary equipment and stashed my bag on the far side of the bed. I'd need the toys in it later. The equipment I took out would add to my protection. Most rapist are amateurs and wind up getting hurt. They attack some woman that has had some self defense training and they get hurt. Me, I put an end to their fight right away. Steel toed shoes (no stomping will hurt them), catcher's shin guards (no kick), cup (got to protect the jewels) and a bulletproof vest (in case she finds a gun or an elbow). Dressed, I turned out the light and slipped into the walk-in closet to wait.
Bunnygirl came upstairs about 30 minutes later. She turned on the light and stepped into the bedroom. I waited for her. If she walked into the closet, I'd hit her, if she walked by, then I'd jump her. My heart beat rapidly. My breathing heavy. She stepped by the open closet door. In one step I was out behind her. I grabbed a handful of her waistlength red hair and jerked her head back. As she stumbled backward my arm went around her throat. I continued dragging her backwards to keep her off balance while I used her hair to turn her head so her trachea fit in the crook of my elbow. When it was situated, I threw my hip into her soft ass and lifted. The arm under her chin helped lift her off her feet without injuring her. By flexing the muscles in my forearm and biceps, I could cut off her flow of air to her lungs and the blood to her brain at the same time. In less than a minute bunnygirl was dizzy, disoriented and on the verge of unconsiousness. As her body started to sag, I released her. She fell at my feet. Not allowing her to gather herself, I grabbed the back of her shirt and heaved her to her feet and sent her flying to the bed. She was like a rag doll.
I picked her head off the bed by her hair. I slapped her in the face. I pulled her off the bed by her hair and then threw her farther up on the bed. You got to keep them off balance! As she started to roll over I pounced on her. knocking the wind out of her. She was completely helpless as I reached over her and into my bag of tricks I stashed on the far side of the bed. Quickly I put a loop of rope around one hand and, jumping off the bed, secured it to the bedrail. I grabbed another rope. Bunnygirl started regaining control of herself just as I looped her other hand. She started to flail around but once I got the rope around the bedrail all I had to do was cinch it down and she was helpless.
Bunnygirl started to scream and it was at this point I pulled our my knife. I made sure it passed over her face on the way to her throat and once the point of it pricked the skin on her soft white throat she calmed down. Then the pleading began. "My husband will be home any minute. Please, you have to leave. He's a cop."
I laughed at her feeble attempts. Then I explained that I had her till Thursday afternoon at least and possibly longer as her husband would not be expecting her to necessarily be home when he got back from his trip. Then I let the point slide around her throat from ear to ear (very dramatic). The point was pressed against her skin such that it left a visible trail as I ran it across her.
Bunnygirl swallowed hard. "Please don't hurt me and I'll be good. I promise I won't scream. Please don't hurt me. Please. I'll do what you want but don't hurt me!"
I got back on the bed and straddled her chest. Grabbing her hair I pulled her head up and onto the knife point a bit more. "Listen little bitch. You will do what I want whether I hurt you or not. What you should be saying is 'Please don't kill me.' And if you are real nice to me maybe I won't kill you. Now shut up and quit your whinning!" I tossed her head back onto the bed.
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