The following is a sequel to my story “The Serial Rapist” and picks up where the original finished, and tells of Kimmy’s encounter with the rapist. If you haven’t read the original story, it is suggested you do so you will know the background behind this story.

It had been almost a month since “it” happened ... the day that man came into their house and brutally raped Karen. He had posed as a deliveryman trying to make a delivery when Kimmy, home alone after school, opened the door to allow him to use the phone to check the address. At least that is what he told her.

Once the door closed, however, things took a very evil turn. He had gagged and tied up poor Kimmy, leaving her in her bedroom while he set up for her mother, Karen to come home. He had spent a good amount of time watching their every move and learning as much about them as he could.

He was not the average grab ‘em and grope ‘em kind of rapist. he was analytical and very thorough. When Karen came home from work, she had no clue at all that there was anything out of the ordinary. That is, until she came looking for Kimmy!

After her horrible traumatic ordeal was finally over, he had left her bruised, battered, and beaten in her bedroom handcuffed to her bed. She had waited until the ice melted enough to retrieve the handcuff key (his idea to give him time for a clean getaway) and unlocked herself.

Her first stop after getting free was to check on Kimmy and free her. She found Kimmy in her bed, still bound and gagged, and freed her. The two girls had a good cry afterward since calling the police was a waste of time. He had thought everything out and made sure he wouldn’t be followed or tracked down.

He had also told them that he would be coming back from time to time – he was a serial rapist and enjoyed making return visits to his victims just so they would know they were never safe or free of him. That kept them scared at every sound and leery of everyone they met – he could be hiding around any corner or pop up at the most innocent and inconvenient times.

Today would be one of those inconvenient times too. Kimmy alone at home while her mother was at work, had just stepped out to go down to get the day’s mail. She was cautious these days, making sure the door was locked when she was home and making sure it locked again when she left. She had stepped out of the house pulling the door shut and jiggling the knob to make sure it was locked before going out to the mailbox to retrieve the mail.

He was hiding just around the corner out of sight when she walked past him. She continued on her way to the mailbox, completely oblivious that the rapist had gone to her door and with a set of lockpicking tools, had gotten into their home in a matter of seconds. He locked the door behind him leaving no clue that he was there.

He quickly went to work setting up for today’s “fun” and was hiding in the hallway closet when she came back inside. She locked the door as she had been told to and went into the kitchen to leave the mail on the table and get herself a soda.

She had her head in the open refrigerator, looking for her soda and a snack when he approached, his sneakers not making a sound. She shut the refrigerator door and had just turned around when he grabbed her.

“MMFFMM!” she tried to scream for help but he’d already clamped a hand over her mouth and her scream was silenced to nothing more than a muffled whisper. With the front room closed and locked, there was no one that could hear her or come to her rescue if they had.

“Hello, Kimmy. Remember me, sweetmeat?” he said sarcastically in her ear. Of course, she remembered him – he had been haunting her dreams almost every night since his first visit. She tried to fight him off by swinging her arms and legs wildly, hoping to either break his grip or hit him someplace it would matter, but neither happened.

“Now, Kimmy is that any way to welcome your new boyfriend? Be a nice girl and stop fighting me. Your mother didn’t and she lost her fight – and you’re only half her size! You saw what happened to her – I’d hate to have to mark you up the same way, darlin’!” he said.

Kimmy wisely decided he was right – she was no match for this beast, and so she stopped wriggling and squirming in his grip. “That’s better. Now we are going to have some fun when Mom comes home but before that can happen I have to get things ready for her.

“So why don’t you come with me into your bedroom and we will tuck you in nice and tight so you will be all rested for Mom ... something tells me you are going to need the rest!” he said with a wicked grin.

Kimmy didn’t like the sound of that but she had little choice. He half-dragged her into her room tossing her onto her bed rather roughly and handcuffing her to the bed frame.

“There, comfy?” he mocked, “Now, you just lay here and keep quiet – we don’t want to ruin the surprise now do we?” Then his tone took a decidedly darker turn, “If you yell or make any kind of noise to try to alert your mother it won’t go well for either of you, understand? You know I am capable of it, so don’t push me into something you both will regret!”

She lay on her bed quietly sobbing as he left to prepare for her mother’s arrival soon. Kimmy knew that the torment he had brought with him last time had come back once again – she just didn’t know what that would entail or who it would be directed at.

Last time her mother took the brunt of his wrath but he had made a few slight indications that this time she would be his target of choice. And that scared her to death! She had seen the marks he had left on her. She had seen the stripes, the welts that were only now disappearing.

Karen had taken off the two days after his visit as sick leave because she simply couldn’t walk right and there would be far too many questions – questions she didn’t dare answer for fear of his reprisal. After two days to partially recover, she still had to wear pants suits and longer-than-usual dresses to cover up the stripes that he had laid on the backs of her legs.

Kimmy wondered, if she was going to be his plaything this time, how she was going to hide what he did to her? She had to go to gym class and that required her to shower with the other girls in class. Someone was bound to notice. The only way to get out of gym class was with a note from her mother or the nurse. Mom would be happy to write the note, but how long would that buy her time to heal?

After a month the marks were still somewhat visible on her mother’s legs – she doubted that she could get away with missing gym for a month and still make it count towards her graduation. If the gym teacher sent her to the nurse’s office, the nurse would be duty-bound to report the abuse. And there would be questions ... lots of questions from her friends, her teachers, the counselor, and others. How was she going to handle all this?

Karen got off work that day with some good news to share with her daughter. She was up for a raise at work and had been told by her supervisor it was all but guaranteed she’d get it. That raise was going to really help them financially too. Karen did okay with the divorce settlement, child support, and her job, but this raise would do a lot to pad their bank account some more. So she was looking forward to telling Kimmy and maybe getting a pizza to celebrate.

Karen pulled up to the house and walked up to the door. She tried the knob – it was locked. Good girl she thought to herself smiling. Kimmy had remembered to lock the door like she had been told. Karen felt at ease knowing her daughter was so conscientious. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, locking it again after her.

Setting her purse on the dining room table, she took off her coat and hung it on the hook by the door. “Kimmy honey, I’m home! I have great news too!” she called out as she walked into the living room. She had just turned the corner into the living room when she saw him.

“OH DEAR GOD, NOOO!” she screamed out, falling straight to her knees with her face in her hands.

“Hello Karen, it’s nice to see you too,” he said calmly. “How have you been, my dear?”

“Where’s my daughter? Where’s Kimmy?” she said looking down the hallway.

“Relax, Mommy, your daughter is in her room. I told her not to make any noise so as not to ruin the surprise,” he said.

“I want to see her,” Karen insisted.

“That’s a good idea. Wait here and I will get her. Stay just like that ... I want Kimmy to see her mother on her knees! Don’t try to leave, either, remember I still have Kimmy!” he said.

He got up and went into Kimmy’s bedroom. A few moments later he came back to the living room. He had hold of Kimmy’s hair and she was crawling just like Karen had during his first visit.

“MOM!” Kimmy cried as she saw her mother on her knees. She tried crawling to her mother’s side, but he held her back.

“Whoa there, little lady, not so fast! See how nice your mother looks on her knees? She was so happy to see me again, she fell to her knees when she saw me! That’s the kind of welcome I like, not that struggling and kicking stuff you were doing.

“But it’s understandable I guess – I spent all my time with your mother and didn’t pay you much attention last time. Perhaps I should devote myself to you this visit!” he said.

“Don’t you dare touch her, you sick monster! Leave my daughter alone!” Karen cried. But he wasn’t about to leave her alone.

“Still haven’t figured out who is in charge here have you, pretty? You still think you can make demands – did my last visit teach you nothing?” He gave out a mock sigh, “Oh well, I guess a refresher lesson is necessary.”

He pulled Kimmy’s hair backward to make her look up at him. “Now be a dear and fetch me one of those dining room chairs will you?” he said. This wasn’t a request, it was a carefully disguised command and Kimmy knew she’d better do as he said. So she went to get the chair and brought it back to him.

Karen’s dining room chairs were sturdily built with thick well-reinforced legs, a curved vertical slat back, and good strong arms. Fortunately, Karen had put “glider” pads on the bottoms of the feet so they would slide easier on the hardwood flooring and Kimmy was able, with little effort, to slide it out of the dining room and into the living room.

When the chair was placed where he wanted it, he turned to Karen. “Okay my dear, before we get started with today’s fun I want to see if you followed my directions from last time. Take off your clothes,” he said.

“No! You had your way with me last time because I wasn’t prepared for you. But it won’t happen again!” she said defiantly.

“Won’t it?” he said pulling Kimmy closer. “Did you forget this little girl? Did you forget how easily harm could come to this sweet little girl? Now, do as I say before I really get mad!”

Reluctantly, Karen started complying, taking off her blouse, her bra, and her skirt before he stopped her. “Leave your panties on for now,” he said. Letting go of Kimmy, he approached Karen and then shoved a hand down the front of her panties.

“Hmm, yes it would seem you shaved as I requested. Very nice. I like a smooth pussy. But is it wet?” He began fingering her but without going inside ... just toying with her pussy lips the entrance to her tunnel and her sensitive little clit, just now coming out of hiding.

As he fingered her, Karen’s body began turning on her, enjoying his manipulation and ever so slightly grinding on his hand. “You like my hand down there don’t you pretty? You like me fingering that little pussy?” he asked smugly.

“No! It’s disgusting and I hate it ... I hate you!” she said. But her body was telling another story. He didn’t stop fingering her until a soft moan escaped her lips and his suspicions were confirmed. Then he pulled his hand out of her panties and licked his fingers. “Mmm ... very tasty, my sweet!”

Then he pulled Karen by the arm over to the chair Kimmy had brought from the dining room. “Okay Karen, if you will have a seat we can get started,” he said.

“What do you think you’re going to do?” she asked angrily.

“Why, I’m going to see if the apple falls close to the tree, pretty. I had you last time and now I want to see if being a slut is an inherited trait!” he said.

“Y-you mean...” she said her eyes wide.

“That’s right ... like mother like daughter,” he said with a wicked smile.

“DON’T TOUCH HER!” Karen screamed. “Don’t you dare touch her, you son of a bitch!”

“Oh, I plan on doing more than touch her, pretty. But just how much more will depend a lot on you,” he said.

Karen got up and came at him with eyes burning with rage. It was one thing to rape her, but she’d be damned if he was going to do the same to her innocent little girl! “I’ll kill you with my bare hands you bastard!” she screamed.

But she never got the chance. All of a sudden there was a blinding flash and then the room went black for a moment. When her eyes opened again, she couldn’t move. She wanted to, but her body didn’t seem to want to cooperate. Kimmy was on the floor crying and Karen wasn’t sure why. Her head was pounding and she couldn’t seem to put her thoughts in order.

He picked up the befuddled Karen from the floor where she dropped and put her in the dining room chair. He pulled her arms around behind her and handcuffed her wrists through the chair back slats.

Then he scooted her down in a slumped position to raise her feet up and tie them to the arms of the chair leaving her legs spread wide. He finished securing her to the chair with a rope around her waist and the bottom of the chair. She was not going to get out of the chair without help!

“Wha-what happened? What did you do to me?” Karen asked just as he finished up the last knot of her binding.

“Oh, it’s just a little something I have for those sluts who don’t seem to understand the rules,” he said. He pulled the device out of his pocket. It looked like a TV remote control, except it had two short prongs coming out of the end.

“This is a stun gun, pretty. But I have had a couple special features added to it. First off, it has variable power. I can set it to cause a lot of pain on its low power setting, or as you have seen, I can set it to incapacitate on its high setting.

“The second feature is that it is user-specific. In other words, only I can get it to work. If someone else was to pick it up it would not work. It has a biometric safety switch that has been set for my fingerprint,” he said.

“Ohhh, my head...” she said, laying her head against the chair back.

“Yeah, when it’s set on full power it does ring your bell some! I had the guy who sold it to me try it on me and I’m a lot bigger than you. It put me down pretty good too!” he said.

Then he turned to Kimmy. “Okay darlin’, it’s time to see how much of your mom you have in you! I’ll tell you, I have been looking forward to sampling you since my last visit here!”

“NOOO!” Karen screamed straining at her bonds. The chair rocked slightly but the ropes and handcuffs held her fast.

“Please, don’t do this,” Kimmy begged. She looked desperately into the rapist’s eyes. They were hard, unemotional eyes. He grabbed her hand and dragged her in front of her mother’s chair and pushed her to her knees.

“Look at her Mama ... look at your little girl, so pretty, so sweet and innocent. Innocent for now at least!” he said sarcastically, as he stroked her long blonde hair. She looked at her mother with terrified eyes.

“Now Kimmy, I’m gonna need you to get undressed. Be a good girl now and strip out of those clothes,” he said.

“No ... please...” Kimmy whimpered pathetically, shaking her head from side to side.

“Kimmy, honey, either you take off your clothes or I will. And if I do it, I can’t guarantee they will be fit to wear anymore. Now don’t make me get angry at you – you’ve already seen how that works out!” he said, his voice starting to get stern and hard.

Kimmy began softly sobbing as she started to get undressed. She had changed from her school clothes already and was wearing an oversize t-shirt and sweatpants – her usual casual, around-the-house clothes.

She crossed her arms in front and lifted her shirt, taking it off over her head and dropping it on the floor beside her. She stood there waiting and hoping that it would be enough for him. But deep down, she knew it wouldn’t be.

“That’s very nice, Kimmy. Now let’s see what’s downstairs shall we?” he said, looking down at her sweatpants.

Kimmy looked over at her mother bound in the chair. “Mommy!” she pleaded.

The assailant quickly snatched Kimmy by the hair and twisted it to turn her to look at him. “Do not look to your mother – she can’t help you. You do as I say young lady, or you will wish you had!” he yelled at her.

“Leave her alone you animal!” Karen screamed at him.

He answered her with a slap across the face that nearly knocked her and the chair over and left her ears ringing from the blow.

“You keep quiet, bitch, and just watch the fun – you’ll get your turn soon enough, trust me!” he told Karen.

“All right Kimmy, lose the sweatpants NOW!” he said, his impatience clearly showing.

Kimmy looked terrified as she slowly took off her sweatpants. She pushed them to her ankles then stepped out of them to stand in front of this rapist wearing only her panties.

“Well, would you look at this – our little Kimmy is wearing her pink panties! Isn’t that just darling!” he laughed. Kimmy blushed the same color as her panties. He approached Kimmy turning her to face her mother as he stood close behind her.

“Look Mommy look at your little girl. Not so little anymore, is she? No, she’s blossomed into a very attractive young woman. Look at her tight hot little body. These tits – what size are they Kimmy?” he asked.

“Th-they’re 34C...” she said, barely above a whisper.

“Well, don’t you worry none, honey. You will fill out and be just as big as your mother, I’m sure of it. But for now, those tits of yours look very nice on your body size, my sweet. Tell me though, are they as sensitive as your mothers? You know, she loved it when I played with her tits last time ... her nipples took right now my toying with them! Maybe we should see how yours like being played with!” he said.

He took one nipple between his fingers rolling it between them and lightly pincing and tugging on it. As he suspected her nipple instantly started getting harder and thicker, enjoying the attention he was giving it.

Seeing how responsive her nipple was gave him another even more wicked idea. As one hand toyed with her nipple, his other hand went south to her crotch. He began rubbing her pussy and clit over her panties, all the while talking sexy to her in a low soft voice.

“Please stop...” Kimmy said. But her half-moaning didn’t fool anyone. She was losing the battle and all three of them knew it.

“You’re starting to enjoy my touch, aren’t you Kimmy? You’re starting to like how I make you feel aren’t you? It’s okay, I want to make you feel good. Tell your Mama how much you love having me pet your little pussy. Tell Mama how it makes you feel all fluttery inside and how wet that little pussy is getting.” he coaxed her.

“Pleeease...” she whimpered.

Since Karen’s attempt to intimidate him to leave her daughter alone failed so miserably, she decided to change tactics from the “I’m her mother and I demand you leave her alone!” approach to a more suggestive, compliant, and even seductive one.

Stop it, please!” she said her voice softer now, “Please, do whatever you want to me. I’ll do anything you ask! Just please leave my little girl alone!”

“I don’t think so Mama. I have been looking forward to tapping your sweet little girl’s virgin pussy and ass every since the first time I saw her. In fact, she was the one who attracted me to you so you should thank her for being so ... delicious!” he sneered.

His words shocked and terrified Kimmy. She looked at her mother with abject horror in her face. “Mommy!” she cried, reaching out one hand to her.