Norm had the feeling she knew he was stalking her and that made him cautious. Did she want to get raped? She didn't look like the typical police decoy with the way she was dressed. The bitch dressed kind of weird actually; a baggy trench coat, wide floppy hat and oversized sunglasses. No, not a cop but... well, Norm hoped she wasn't a cross dresser. The middle-aged man was due back at the office for an important meeting and he didn't want to be late. But sometimes these urges took control and he had to act on them. The bitch walked into a sheltered area surrounded by trees and Norm decided to act. It would have to be a quickie.
"Careful!" the woman cried when Norm tackled her to the ground from behind.
"Shut up!" Norm growled. "Don't fight me or I'll hurt you bad."
"I won't fight you but you already have hurt me. I'm sure I'll be bruised all over by tomorrow."
"Just cooperate and you might live to see tomorrow."
"I'm at your mercy," the woman replied. Norm just grunted. He turned her over and thrust a hand between his victim's legs. He didn't feel any prick or balls and was glad of that. There was cross dresser a few years back and the entire experience put him off raping women for almost an entire year. He brought out his switchblade and cut away the crotch of her panties. Good. She was wet. The bitch wanted to be raped. Well, he'd oblige her. He took out his prick and entered her easily.
"Let's see what you look like," said Norm and reached for the woman's sunglasses.
"Please don't. N-not that," she begged. "I've injured my eyes and I'm afraid it's not at all attractive." Norm hesitated. If the bitch's eyes really did look gross he'd probably lose his erection. The man decided it wasn't worth taking a chance. He'd fuck her without further ceremony. He had to get back to the office soon. The man was lucky his office was just on the other side of the park.
Norm knew he wasn't going to last long. He never did and he didn't give a shit about it one way or the other. He only wanted to get his rocks off without paying a whore or having some snooty bitch criticizing his performance. He blamed it all on his bitch ex-wife and ingrate children. Norm sprayed his seed into his victim's cunt in under two minutes.
"That was wonderful," the woman said as Norm rested his full weight on her body while he caught his breath. He looked hard at her. He couldn't detect any irony in her voice.
"It was the greatest ever," Norm finally decided to say.
"I'm glad," his victim replied, "and knowing that I've given you a bit of pleasure makes this a little easier but not much."
"What the fuck are you..." Norm felt a stinging sensation in his fat gut. He recoiled and pulled back his fist to punch the bitch in the face just like he did with the cross dresser but a sudden weakness overtook him and he flopped back down on the woman.
"I'm afraid it's too late to struggle," the woman said in a voice meant to be soothing. "It'll be over in a few moments. No, you're not dying... at least not yet. I do owe you an explanation and I intend to do just that as soon as the venom has taken full effect."
Norm tried to yell but not a sound would come out of his mouth. A cold permeated his body adding to the weakness he already felt... and then numbness. A minute later he wasn't feeling anything although he remained awake and alert. His mind was frantically working for a way to escape but his body wouldn't cooperate. It was like his mind and body had totally separated. What was this crazy bitch going to do to him? The man began to pray, something he hadn't done in many years.
.... There is more of this story ...