Trapped In The Closet Part 1: All That Glitters Is Gold

Just over three months had passed since The Bootraper began his hobby. In all that time, he still had not had another experience like he did on that fateful Halloween night. Women in boots that shiny were a real rarity and there was no option but to settle for mostly businesswomen and college girls in the standard black or brown leather. It was like having a luxurious gourmet meal one night followed by nothing but fast food for all the days after. Sure, it kept him going and even tasted alright but it just didn’t do much to excite him. The highlight of this period was a few weeks back when he’d caught himself a party girl in some black leather Louboutin boots. He’d had several servings of her, though it certainly wasn’t enough to tip the scales. Overall, his appetite for rape (or rapetite if you will) was just barely being sated.

Clearly, however, not everyone saw his regular “one night stands” in quite the insignificant way that he did. Though he tried to move as often as possible, a pattern was still emerging of women in boots getting violated by a man who left plenty of cum and yet no genetic material. His activity was getting noticed, mostly by people in obscure online true crime forums, but noticed nonetheless. And these people had a name for this mysterious criminal: Bootraper. The subject in question was ambivalent regarding their naming choice. On the one hand, it was catchy and perfectly encompassed the two most important things about him: what his targets wore and what he did to them. On the other, it somewhat made him sound like more of a pervert and deviant than the menace that he actually was. He sighed. Fuck it, Bootraper it is. If people took him less seriously because of the name, all he had to do was show them that it was one to be feared. He suspected that the solution to this problem would also solve his other problem of boredom. He had to do something big, something memorable, something unthinkably dangerous. His next target would have to be a celebrity.

He would spend all of that day looking up potential targets until he found one that was just perfect. Her name was Joelma and she was a Brazilian singer with massive popularity in her native country and a fairly decent following elsewhere. But that wasn’t all. She had an amazing body. She was very flexible. And most importantly of all, she wore sexy shiny boots. A lot of sexy shiny boots. A. LOT. Of. Sexy. Shiny. Boots. So many in fact that The Bootraper almost reconsidered his choice. Even if he could find a way to get to her, which sexy pair would he want to ravish her in? Her glittering golds? Her wonderful wines? Her ravishing reds? Though there were far more than just those 3 that got him excited. All of a sudden, a crazy and terrible idea crossed his mind. What if I could have my way with her in ALL of them?

Curbing his enthusiasm before it made him do something stupid, he calmly tried to figure out how he’d even pull off such a thing. Going after her several times was out of the question as he’d made a rule for himself to never target the same woman twice. It would have to be all in one go then. He estimated that having his fill of her in each pair would take a total of about a week and a half. Not getting his hopes up too much, he looked up Joelma’s concert schedule. Her next was in just a few days and the one immediately succeeding it ... TWO WHOLE WEEKS AFTER. Barely restraining the urge to purchase a plane ticket and pack his bags right there and then, The Bootraper considered one last problem. It was too much for just one person to accomplish. Moreover, he’d need someone who left behind no genetic material just like him. But then he remembered that there was someone he could rely on to help him carry it out. Two someones in fact.

[While forcing his way into the Louboutin Party Girl (LPG) for the third time that night, The Bootraper became aware that he had somewhat of an audience. Two other men in the alleyway had been standing in silence and watching for almost the whole thing. Even in the darkness, he could tell that the two were wearing masks just like him. “Enjoying the private show, are we?” called out the sadist to the pair of voyeurs. “Keep this up and I’m afraid I might have to charge”. He emphasised the last word with a strong thrust in the defenceless snatch of his victim. “We have similar interests to you” replied the man on the left. “And somewhat similar ... circumstances”. Did they somehow know the reason for his lost memories? His insatiable lust? His superhuman stamina? His lack of genetic material? The Bootraper tried to press the duo but they insisted that they could say no more. Suspicious. Are they a bunch of undercover cops? Well, I guess there’s only one way to find out.

Finishing once again, he offered to share LPG with the two men. Who graciously and eagerly accepted as if this had been their goal from the start. It was quite a different experience to witness his usual brutality from the side. If they are undercover cops, they’re certainly committed to the role. After all the fun was over, the men thanked him and gave him a number to call if he wanted to reach them. “We may not be able to give you any answers but we hope that we can assist you some day”. Freakin’ fanboys. The Bootraper shook his head as the two were walking away. In the light outside the alleyway, he could make out their features for the first time and was stunned by what he saw. Not only did both seem identical to one another in their height, skin color down to the exact tone, and body physique – they also looked just like him.]

The memory made the Bootraper shudder but he decided to ignore the uneasiness caused by it. Dopplegangers, clones, shapeshifting aliens, or whatever the hell else they might be, I’ve got more important things to think about. They said they wanted to assist me so let’s see if they really meant it. He called the number and explained the plan to the “dopplegangers”, fully expecting them to reject it outright. There were heists that weren’t as meticulously planned out at this. Though one could argue that this could be considered a heist of sorts, albeit with a very different kind of loot. When he was done, there was an uncomfortable silence for a few moments which was then broken by a voice on the other end. “This plan of yours...” its response began. “It’s incredibly risky and absolutely insane”. A predictable yet disappointing reaction nonetheless. But then, as if reconsidering, the voice said “we’ll meet you there” and immediately hung up. Overjoyed at hearing this, the excited villain noticed that he was beginning to salivate uncontrollably. It was only understandable for someone like him to do so. Forget luxurious gourmet meals, he was going to an all-you-can-eat bootraping buffet!

Throughout the whole journey to the planned meeting point, he couldn’t help but feel skeptical that he’d find anyone there but sure enough, there they were. The meeting point was just outside the house of the one who would soon become their plaything for the next week and a half. The plan was to break into the house while she was performing, set up equipment in her massive walk-in closet, and then to grab and drag her into there when she got home. After that it was just a matter of using her in a given outfit and boots then move on to the next, rinse and repeat. About an hour after everything had been set up in the closet, the trio heard the sound of the front door opening and of booted heels walking in their direction. Behind his mask, The Bootraper grinned evilly in anticipation of what was about to follow...

Joelma:

It had been yet another massively successful concert. Even still, Joelma wanted nothing more than to kick off her boots after coming home and relax. Little did she know that she would not be given the opportunity to do either. Unlocking and opening the front door to the house, the diva noticed that the light in her closet seemed to be on. Did I somehow forget to turn it off before I left? It was a simple mistake that anyone could make. She made her way towards the closet and stepped inside to find the light switch. She barely had time to register the sight of menacing contraptions before she was grabbed by 3 pairs of hands. One holding her arms behind her back, another placing and tightening some kind of cuff around her wrists and the last forcing her mouth open and placing something between her lips. All 3 of the figures then dragged the helpless singer-turned-captive deeper into the closet and closed the door behind them.

The Brazilian beauty was none too pleased about her predicament, rather understandably. Who are these people? What do they want? Her first thought was that this was a robbery and that the three standing over her (looking very much like robbers due to their masks) were waiting to ask her for the code to her safe and where her most valuable jewelry was. That must be what all these things in here are for. To torture me if I don’t tell them. Joelma decided she would give them what they want and avoid any need for torture. And then they’ll let me go and I can finally get some sleep she thought to herself. But there were several things that just didn’t sit right with this theory of hers. If this was a robbery, why did the figures seem so uninterested in the expensive jewelry all around them and on her person? Why had they chosen to silence her in a way that also kept her mouth wide open? And why were they all getting undressed... ?

The Bootraper relished the look of confusion and panic on their soon-to-be victim’s face. Everything had gone according to plan so far. The “heist” was well underway and all that was left now was to “break open the vault” and start “stealing” the “loot”. He glanced over at Joelma’s outfit. A simple white dress that accentuated her figure (and what a figure it was!) coupled with a pair of glossy white knee-high boots. There was a schedule for how long to use her in each of the boots that was accessible to each of the participants on their smart watches. Opening up his own while the others did the same, The Bootraper saw that the time listed for those white boots was up to 2 hours. Looks like we’re starting off small. He finished undressing and walked in the direction of the bound and gagged beauty.

Joelma:

That same beauty’s eyes widened as they observed one of the now naked (but still masked) men walking towards her, fully erect. So it’s THAT kind of torture they want to threaten me with. It was all obviously just an intimidation tactic to get her to talk as quickly as possible. They’d remove the gag, ask her the questions and then they’d only resort to the other methods if she defied them. The man was still approaching and nearing ever closer, his gait full of purpose. All I need to do is show them that I’m going to be cooperative. That they don’t need to do anything cruel to get what they want. That th-. Her thought process was rudely interrupted by a long and hard object making its way to the back of her throat. She didn’t need to look to see what it was. Not that she could anyway. She was face to face with the top of the intruder’s crotch meaning that the object now in her throat was surely his pênis.

She barely resisted the urge to throw up and focused on not choking on the foreign appendage. Please stop. You don’t have to do this. I’ll give you whatever you want. She had no way of knowing that the one doing this was The Bootraper and that he was already getting exactly what he wanted from her. She gave a miserable and pathetic look in the hopes of getting some sympathy. The man paused and slowly slid his meat out of her mouth until only the tip was inside the ring gag. Then he grabbed her by the back of her head and forced his shaft through the gag once again, violently fucking her mouth and throat.