Part 2: Bad Girl

It's been like six months since I raped Jenna. God, time sure does fly when you're having fun.

Ever since that night I made some new Internet friends. I told the truth about myself to some of them, but not the whole truth in the cases of potential victims. Why do they need to know my real name? But then again, I'll be careful enough to get people who won't talk, won't tell anyone about me attacking them. I got a large selection of victims and I'll know them inside-out (no pun intended) before I fuck them.

Anyway, since Jenna's rape I got to meet and fuck some more of my Internet women, when in most cases it was non-consensual.

Jenna didn't give me too much trouble. She didn't want to talk about it, she just said that she forgives me (???) and that she promises not to tell anyone. All she said is that I should seek help and that she hopes I won't hurt anyone like that again. When writing back to her, I played the part of the 'good-boy-turned-bad' just right, and she believed I was sorry.

Yeah, right! That rape was the best thing that ever happened to me. It really boosted up my self-esteem. I started exercising more, I got better focus in my schoolwork, while at the same time I took a more relaxed approach on life. It's amazing how easy it is to better yourself. Just smile at the world and the world would smile back at you. Act like a god, and you shall become one.

I know it's a little arrogant, but when you rape women of every ethnicity and social-economic status throughout the United States without getting caught, it boosts up your self worth.

Sex is amazing, no matter if it's consensual or not. Like with this one girl, Dana. I've been talking to her online for about 8 months online. I met her about 3 months after I started my rape series. She was working at this bar, and loved doing it in there after closing time. She's been wanting to get me in there for a long while. I decided that it won't be so bad if a slut like that got a little roughed up. Girls like her practically ask for it.

She was about 5'8 or 5'9. Not the most attractive face, but goddamn, what a body. It wasn't a problem to get laid with a body like that (and I've seen her nude pics). She had a long dark curly hair that went all the way to her back, and little brown eyes that just begged for sex.

As I said, we talked and cybered for about 8 months, and by the time I got to her home town, and notified her I'm there through the messenger service, we both got so horny that she just begged me to meet her and fuck her brains out. We decided to meet at a street corner not far from my motel, and just head down to the pub.

I got out of the motel at about 1am and started heading to the meeting point. It was pouring, windy and freezing cold. Oh, well, at least I was to warm myself up pretty soon. Through the raindrops I could see a tall figure standing in the street corner, covered with a big blue coat. She saw me approaching her and took the cape of her head as I got to her. I could see her face, her wet curly hair. It was her all right, in the flesh.

She smiled as she saw my frustrated expression (you try walking around in THAT rain with just a thin jacket before you pass judgement) as the fucking rain soaked me up.

"Tom!" She said with a smile.

"Hey, Dana! Nice weather you got here."

"Oh, I see I got you wet."

"Yeah."

"Maybe it's time for you to get me wet." She said. Can you believe she said that? And people say I have lame lines. Then again, it was enough to make me hard even in that whether.

Dana, who was slightly taller than me, leaned down and kissed me, grabbing the back of my head. I kissed her back, stroking her head. I soon felt her other hand slide down and grab on my cock, catching me by surprise. I shook a little as she broke the kiss and stared at me with a hungry look.

"Eager boy, aren't you? Come on, let's get you out of these clothes, baby." She took my hand and started leading me towards the pub.

As we got there she took a key out of her coat and opened the back door.

"Welcome to my humble home!" She said as she threw the coat on one of the chairs, revealing a black sweater, which fit her slim figure perfectly. I just couldn't stop staring at that figure, at those tits. God, she was hot!

She sat down on a table with her legs wide open. "I like being here at nights."

"Yeah, you told me all about your hobbies."

"You're cute."

"Thanks."

"Do you want to touch my tits?"

"Um, excuse me?"

"Do you want to touch my tits?"

Damn, this girl was horny!

I smiled. "Yeah, sure. If you insist." I started walking towards her. I would love to feel her breasts, check out the merchandise before buying. Not that it mattered. I was to fuck her anyway, and it will hurt her, I swear to god!

"Or do you just wanna fuck?" She said as I reached for her right breast with my left hand.

"Wanna do it on the table?" I asked.

She started moaning as I massaged her breast. "Mmm... oh... no... not here."

She grabbed my hand, grabbed my face, and shoved me towards the Men's room.

There were two uriners and two toilets. There was enough room on the floor to do it, but I really didn't want to do it. That's quite disgusting. She shoved me against the wall and started kissing me.

"Do you love me?" She asked in between kisses.

"You bet, baby. I adore you!"

I put my hands on her butt and squeezed.

"You like it rough, baby?" I asked in between kisses.

"Yes. Make it rough. Do it."

That was the time to test her limits. I swung my hand in the air and slapped across the bitch's face.

"You like that, bitch? You like it?"

She looked at me, smiling with lust, and slapped me back.

"Not rough enough, bitch." She said.

I was in shock. How far will she be willing to go? How the fuck am I gonna rape a girl who can't say no? Should I just stick with raping the good girls? No, bad girls deserve it more.

I grabbed her by the hair and spun her towards the mirror at the sinks. She put her hands at the sink as if I was about to frisk her. I took down her pants to discover she wore black stockings underneath.

"Very nice!" I said.

"Oh, I'm very nice, Tommy. Are you nice too?"

"I'll show you how much." I said as I took off her stockings. She wasn't wearing anything under it. Just her sexy white ass. I lifted her up a bit with my hand between her legs. She moaned. I tried to insert my cock into her from behind while holding her.

"Come on, fuck me!" she said.

I shoved my cock into her pussy, knowing exactly what I'm about to do next. I pinned her into the fucking sink. I just slammed myself into her with anger, with hate. She loved every second of it. Through the mirror I could see her face. She was snapping her head back, swinging her hair, closing her eyes, opening her mouth with loud moans of pleasure.

And then I saw my face. It was the familiar anger. I knew I had to dislodge it somehow.

I kept on fucking her. I wasn't sure if she was about to cum, but I knew I was. I slowly got out of her, not wanting to pleasure her all the way. The expression on her face slowly turned from pleasure to surprise.

"Hey, what happened?"

"I didn't wanna cum."

"But I was so close."

Not "why" not "what's wrong". She didn't mind why I didn't cum, she only wanted to know why I'm no pleasuring HER.

"Give me a blowjob. I'll fuck you later." I figured I better ask her to blow me BEFORE it turns to rape. I don't like putting my cock in mouths of people who hate me.

"Fuck you, Tom! Make me cum!"

I slapped her. I made no attempt to stop her from slapping me back. I thought I would enjoy it.

Guys, don't ever let a woman hit you when she's unsatisfied. You'll be dizzy for at least 5 seconds.

"That was a mistake." She said as she started gathering her clothes.

As my world stopped spinning I started walking towards her. She was with her back to me and didn't see me until I spun her and laid her on the floor, getting on top of her. We started making out like Maniacs and throwing away all the clothes we still had on.

When we were both in our birthday suits I started slipping my cock back into her, and got it out again.

"Tom, what the fuck?"

"We're doing it at the sink. I want you to see it in the mirror."

I grabbed her by her hair and made her stand facing the mirror, leaning at the bathroom sink. I then started putting my cock in her ass, still holding a fistful of her hair.

"You like it up the ass, Dana?"

"Make me cum first."

"Cum? I'll make you cum." I snapped her head back, and bashed it into the mirror as I rammed into her ass.

"You like it rough, baby? You like it rough? I'll make it rough for you."

I could feel her trying to fight her dizziness, trying to turn around and face me, fight me off, but it's a little hard to face someone who is shoving his cock up your ass. I shoved it with every intention of hurting her. I wanted her to know who's running the show from now on.

I rammed my cock in her ass even stronger than when I did in her pussy. I guess it was because I knew fucking her ass would hurt her more.

I felt as if I was in a trans. I stopped hearing what was going on, didn't focus my eyes, just kept shoving and shoving, occasionally noticing her cries of pain. Looking back I now remember she kept moaning and crying the entire time. I just didn't give it much thought at the time.

It didn't matter how much she cried and begged for me to stop. I wasn't going to.

When I came to, I just came (yeah, read that again. Same word - different meaning). Dana's head was dropped with her face towards the sink. The water tap was just above her head, so I opened the hot water. She squirmed a little but I held a fistful of her hair and kept her head in until I felt my hand burning. That was when I took her head out of the sink and punched her in the face (by that time I was with my cock soft, out of her). As she fell to the floor she started weeping.

"Please let me go. I promise I won't tell." She sounded like a little girl. She even looked like a little girl. This girl had the body of woman, you know? A WOMAN! But I shrunk that fucking tease to her original size. Just the satisfaction of that made me semi hard in no time. As she was laid down on the floor I took a cigarette out of her pants. I had cigarettes in my clothes, but why waste'em?