Turning the Tables


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, NonConsensual, Rape, Light Bond, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Size, .

Desc: Sex Story: A rapist has the tables turned on him

He had seen her in town, she wasn't a model, more like a girl next door type. She had a few extra pounds on her and long brown hair, slightly larger than average tits and a round, firm ass. He had liked the way that ass looked in those tight jeans, he had seen her a few times and had followed her home, just to see where she lived. It was a house pretty much by itself, out in the country and he saw that she lived alone. He had never seen a wedding ring and he had cruised by a few times at different hours to check on her, a few times there was another car there and he would wait, always a female coming out late, a hug and she was gone.

He was a rapist, he had raped a number of females in his life, even been arrested, but always managed to get off, then he would relocate. His cock twitched as he watched her load the groceries in her car, she was wearing those tight jeans again and that ass was so inviting, he decided that tonight would be the night. He went home and set up his rape kit, putting the strands of rope into his bag, the blindfold, the lube, the condoms, he had learned that he had to not leave a DNA sample. He rode by to make sure she was home, then went into town and got a bite to eat at the diner. His cock grew every time he thought about her and he got antsy, anticipating taking her.

The power he had when he raped a woman was a real high, making them do things that he knew disgusted them and the physical act of shoving his cock into them. He could barely eat as his anticipation grew, that ass, he wanted to run his hands over that naked ass and maybe he would fuck her there too. Maybe she had a virgin ass, the thought really made him hard, so hard he had to wait a few minutes before getting up, so as not to be so obvious that he had a hard on. He paid the check, noting that the young waitress didn't look bad either, maybe he would pay her a visit as well, he smirked as he walked out of the diner.

He rode by and saw that her car was there and proceeded down the road a half mile, pulling off onto the side of the road. He took an old tshirt and hung it out the window, to make it look like his car had broken down, in case the sheriff happened by. He grabbed the bag and headed off through the sparse woods in the direction of the lights of her house. When he got there, he made his way around the outside of the house, peeking into windows to get the layout and to see where she was in the house. He finally saw her in the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee, noting that she had evidently just taken a shower as her hair was wet and she wore a bathrobe.

That would help, he hated to have to deal with a bunch of clothes, although the ones he had done with clothes, were even more cooperative as they saw the knife he used to cut their clothes off. One woman had even pissed herself as he cut her panties off, his cock grew as the image was relived. She had been a real beauty, the high school prom queen and he had made her deepthroat him and swallow all of his cum, even threatening to cut her nipples off if she had spilled any of his cum, his cock was throbbing now as he thought of that night. She had been too scared to even report the rape, he had done her again a month later, before moving on.

He glanced on the table by the window at the mail there, Gloria Ketcham was the name on the mail, he muttered to himself, 'Nice to fuck you, Gloria.' He was a despicable man, having taken advantage of some twenty women in his twenty eight year life. His mother had started it all, she had been a devout woman, always preaching how wrong and dirty sex was and how men should just jack off and leave women alone. His father had gotten her pregnant and then left town, she never dated after that, found religion and preached abstinence. He had once wet the bed and his mother had threatened to cut his cock off, but then something changed, she had fondled his cock and balls and then inexplicably, given him a blow job, it disgusted and excited him at the same time.

After that, he became bolder, forcing himself upon his mother, dominating her until she became an unwilling sex slave to him. He never had to worry about sex, he would fuck his mother whenever he pleased, always controlling and humiliating her as he did, his mother had no openings that were forbidden to him, he saw to that. She had been an anal virgin when he decided he wanted to try it, he had loved her screams as he plunged into that virgin territory. Afterwards, she had lain sobbing, that turned him on even more and he found his cock hard once more, he added another load to her inflamed ass. Soon, his mother wasn't enough for him and he turned to whomever he could find, there were lots of girls his age he had fucked, most against their will, but he would always threaten them with the humiliation of being a rape victim if they talked or reported him.

Then he found that he preferred older women, they took him back to his mother and a young man dominating an older woman. His mother had died in a car accident a few years back and he yearned to replace her with these women he took advantage of. Gloria was older than him, she looked to be in her mid forties, he closed his eyes and could picture her naked ass as he plunged into her, it would be like a reunion with mom all over again. He tried a door around back, it was locked, he took out a credit card and slid it between the jamb and the door and eased it between the mechanism, gently pushing the door open and sliding inside.

He got his bearings in the dark and moved towards the sound of the television, careful not to bump anything and peering around corners to see if she was there. He heard her talk, giggling like a child as he saw her reflection in a mirror, she was lying on the bed, on the phone with someone. Her bathrobe had parted and he saw that she was clean shaven, her pouty pussy lips slightly spread with her open legs, the sight sent a tremor through his cock. He watched as she talked and giggled, her pussy seemed like it was calling his name, but he had to wait until she was off the phone, he sat his bag down and sat in a chair next to him.

"Ok, Mary, well I've got to pee. I'll talk to you tomorrow, be good and don't do anything I wouldn't do," again a loud giggle, then she laid the phone down and got up, heading for the bathroom across from her bed. He jumped up, his chance had arrived, he reached into the bag and brought out the hunting knife, it was time for a little humiliation at her expense. As he neared the bathroom door, he could hear the stream of urine into the toilet, he burst in, dropping the bag at her feet, as he put the knife to her throat.

"Hello, Gloria," her urine stopped midstream, "Please continue. I wouldn't want you to have a full bladder when I fuck you."

"Who are you? How did you get in here? How do you know my name?"

"Allow me to introduce myself, Gloria. I am your rapist. I am the reason women lock their doors and hope they never meet me. When I am done with you, every hole you have will be visited by me, at least once, maybe more. I don't want to hurt you, so I DO hope that you will cooperate, who knows, you may even enjoy some of what I do to you."

He moved his hand down to his bag and took out some rope, "Please stand and turn around," she complied and he tied her wrists behind her back. "I don't think we need this," and he cut her bathrobe and nightgown off, they fell in a puddle at her feet. He ran his hand over that ass he had pictured so many times, gently prodding between the cheeks, then holding them open as he studied her puckering anus, "Ever had a cock in there, Gloria?' she shook her head no, his cock grew with anticipation.

He had her turn back around and he hefted the tits he had seen in that sweater, much nicer in the flesh. He pinched the nipple and watched her wince in pain, he bent down and sucked it hard, then bit it, relishing as she cried out in pain. He pushed her back down onto the toilet seat, remembering how he had forced his mother to suck him off while she had been on the toilet peeing.

"Now, Gloria. You're going to give me the blow job of my life, sitting right here on the toilet," he lowered the knife to her right tit, resting the nipple on the blade, "and if you bite me, or spill a single drop, I will cut your fucking nipple off, understand?" she nodded, he could see the fear in her eyes. He opened his pants with his free hand, sliding them down off of his hips, letting them hit the floor, he didn't wear underwear, it only got in the way. He could see her glance down at his exposed cock, it throbbed with anticipation. "It's not huge, Gloria, but it will be enough. Open up," and he inched forward, resting it against her lips, she nervously slid her tongue out to moisten it, then he leaned forward, pushing it between her lips as he watched her mouth engulf him.

"Come on, Gloria. I know you've sucked cock before, now give me a good blowjob or I'll cut your nipple off!" she felt the edge of the knifeblade on her nipple and began to suck. It felt good to have a warm mouth around his cock and he began to rock back and forth, forcing more and more into her mouth. He grabbed a handful of that long brown hair and knotted it in his fist, fucking her face harder, hearing her gasp for air. He could feel the release boiling down in his balls, his cock now hitting the back of her throat as she snorted air through her nostrils, then he pulled her head hard against his groin as he shot spurt after spurt right down her throat.

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