It's kind of a funny story really. Not "Ha-Ha" funny. More like "No, oh god no, not that, please help meEEEEK!!" funny. Heh. I guess it's kinda whatchamacallit Ironical. But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Jaz. My real name is John, but you can call me Jaz. I'm a Rapeaholic (123, "HI JAZ!")
Some of you may know me. I've been writing rape stories on the internet for years. Hardcore, nasty stuff. That's what I like. But they were just fiction for the most part. Oh some of them are a little true... but not completely. Maybe a Reader told me about her rape, and asked me to write about it. Like to cathartisize it. I fantasize, I wrote about what I would like to do, but I NEVER DID.
I used to be a normal guy. Quiet, almost shy. I got good gades in school, and fell ass backwards into a SR MGR position with a healthacre company. I was making $50,000 a year before I turned 30. Since I lived in my mom's furnished basement, and only paid a couple hundred a month in rent, I have about $150,000 in the bank + my ESPP, CDs, 401k, ESOP. I'm not rich... but I'm very healthy. I'm 33 now, and that life is over.
I lost my job, the respect of my family and friends--all because of a lying bitch named Susan. I knew her, I dated her even. She has a nice tight pussy and I enjoyed fucking the slut, so sue me. When her husband caught us, she cried rape.
Then they checked my Webtv account, my e-mails, discovered I am JAZ, the police did not understand it was just a fucking story. You may have noticed that I stopped writing. There have been no new Jaz stories in almost 7 months. Most of that time I have been in jail. They were convinced I was a Master Rapist. Some of my stories fit the profiles of unsolved Rapes they had on their books. They tried to dump them all on me! The judge agreed to the DAs request to hold me without bail.
The fucking cops thought the best way to get me to confess to the crimes they wanted me to, woud be to put me in the general population and spread the word that I was a kiddie raper. Convicts hate that. It's like bonus points if you can rape a kid-rapist.
That's where my life changed.
When people are confronted with a life or death situation, some run, some fight and a very few of us THRIVE! The first night my cellmate tried to rape me I fought him, clawed and scratched until I got my thumbs in his eyes--and then I mashed them out. Then I pissed all over his bloody sockets. No, I am not sick or crazy. I just needed the word to spread that I am.
I was always big, and really strong. But my 3 months in jail turned me into a monster. I lost 20lbs of fat, and gained about 10lbs of muscle. Nothing will motivate you to get in shape like being locked up with dangerous men, who are in excellent condition. Men who want to hurt you, kill you, rape you.
By the time I was ready for trial I was a hardened killer. Then I got very lucky.
Susan was almost 4 months pregnant!
My lawyer filed a motion for a paternity test. Her conception took place BEFORE the night I supposedley raped her. If I was the father I was fucking her almost a month before she cried rape.
I was the father.
The Prosecution dropped all charges, even though the Police still think I'm a rapist. That's the funny part: I wasn't before. But now I am, God it feels good to say that.
My time in jail taught me a few things. The strong TAKE what they want. It is our right. Some women are lying pieces of shit, and they need to be taught a lesson.
Not ALL women mind you. I'm not some woman-hating, sicko freak. There are good men and good women. There are bad men. If a a woman decided to take a few assholes out with a shotgun and a pair of pliers, I say more power to her.
I however, decided to break a few asshole women. To teach them some humility. Arrogant, stuck up snotty, cock teasing women are in for a rough time if they cross my path. Now before you go all women's fib on me, I don't cut my victims, I don't beat them, I don't maim, or murder them. I make sure they really are guilty first.
All I'm asking is that you give me a chance to convince you. Give me a fair chance and then decide if what I do is so wrong. Susan murdered my baby at her husband's request. Tight, wet pussies must be hard to find, cuz he forgave her. They both thought they would do some bullshit couple counseling, and just move on after ruining my life and murdering my son.
Heh, snicker, grin, chuckle.
I knew I would be a suspect so I began establishing my alibi. I decided to rape Susan on a Monday morning afer her husband left for work. In the 3 weeks that I planned it, I went to a local XXX movie house and caught the 1pm show almost every day. I chatted with the ticket guy, and flirted with the popcorn slut. I made sure the police were not following me, and then decided I knew Susan and her husband's routine well enough.
It was time. I wore a hat, sunglasses, and lifts in my shoes, and carried my camera and cleanup rape-bag when I knocked on Susan's door. Stupid bitch that she is she answered. She did not recognize me at first. I pushed my way inside and closed the door behind me.
"Oh my god, what are you doing, get out of here, HEL... John? Is that you?! You sonofabitch! How dare you come in here you asshole! Get the fuck out right now!! " she demanded in a haughty tone.
I stood there for a second, looking at the arrogant, lying bitch who had ruined my life. This woman put me in jail, murdedred my child, destroyed my career, my reputation, forced me to kill. She never even apologized. How could she? Susan wasn't the least bit sorry for what she had done.
"Susan hello. You look good. Nice and trim and fuckable. I've missed you, well I've missed your pussy anyway."
She was wearing a blue terricloth robe. Susan is an attractive woman with medium tits and a firm round ass. Her snub nose and pouty, snobbish little mouth screamed spoiled daddy's girl. At 31 she worked hard to look this good and I for one appreciated it.
"What do you want John. I don't have time for you today. Well? Don't waste my time. Spit it out, why are you here?! "
Ok... if that's how she wanted it.
"Susan you are a lying bitch, and I'm here to hurt you. I'm here to break you spirit, to humiliate you. I'm here to rape you over and over until you beg me like a good little slut to stop. I'm going to show you how weak, how helpless, how pathetic a piece of shit you are. But most of all I'm here to fuck you until I am satisfied. How does that sound bitch?" I said in a cold, dead, matter of fact tone.
Susan knew she was in trouble. The smart thing to do woud have been to apologize, go limp, accept her fate. But not my Susan, oh no. She was too proud, too strong to do that. She decided to take control of the situation, to talk her way out of it.
"John I assume you are upset over the misunderstanding we had a few months ago. It was nothing personal, you need to move on, get over it. Mistakes happen and--Whu, what are you doing, why are you taking your clothes off? What are you going to do with that belt?!" She asked in rapd fire, rising panic.
"Slut, if you are not naked and on your kness in front of me by the time I count to three, I'm going to whip your ass for the next 15 minutes. Please don't believe me. Please keep talking to me like I'm a retarted 5 yr old. I want to hurt you Susan, I want to make you shriek. 1... 2..."
Susan opened her robe. Her tits were shaking, heaving in fear, as she stripped for me. Her back was to the front door, and she sank to her knees. I knew from experience that she was only an average cocksucker. She did not like the taste of cum, did not like my dick in her throat. Susan gagged a lot, and always had this sneer on her face like a man was dirty, an animal for wanting his knob polished. Not only did she refuse to swallow, but I had to cum in a tissue. Immediately afterwards she would go to the bathroom and gargle.
I had put up with that bull shit when we were dating, but things were going to be a little different today.
I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it to my crotch. I did not say a word as waited for her to open her mouth. She glared up at me with hatred in her eyes as she finally cracked her mouth a bit. I rammed my cock as hard as I could into her. I have an ugly dick, so sue me. It is partially circumsised, and has cracks and veins all over the skin. It has a weird bend in the middle, is just under 8 inches long and thicker than average.
"Suck it bitch, suck my cock wore. Go ahead lick it, lick it good, DO IT! You don't have a choice. I own that mouth today!" I roared as she slowly, licked and sucked my cock for me.
The best part was I knew she did not want to. There is no feeling in the world like shoving your meat down an unwilling throat, Susan was trying to make me cum quick. Bobbing and licking, slurping and sucking, tickling my balls and milking me hard and fast. She did not know I had "V"d up before we started. I did not need it, but a little Viagra and a bit of numming gel meant little Susie was going to be fucked a lot for a long, long time.
"That's it slut, go for it, lick me good, slurp it, slurp my fucking cock. Suck it all up!"
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