John squinted through the dusty binoculars, adjusting the focus until the woman’s face snapped into view. She was a creature of habit, and it was almost boring how predictable she was. Every Tuesday and Thursday, she walked the same path through the park, her earphones in, her eyes glued to the screen of her phone. It had been three weeks since he had first noticed her, and she had become his obsession.

He knew her name now. It was Rachel. Rachel, with her blonde hair that bobbed against her cheeks as she walked and her body that swayed just so with each step. The way she bit her bottom lip when she was concentrating, the soft curve of her neck that begged for his teeth to graze. His hand clenched into a fist at the thought of her, his cock twitching in his pants.

He had fantasized about her for weeks, playing out every possible scenario in his head. John’s obsession had grown to the point of madness. He dreamt about Rachel, about her sweet pussy stretching around his cock, her eyes widening with a mix of fear and pleasure as he filled her to the brim with his cum. He could almost feel the warm, wet embrace of her, the way her walls would quiver as he pumped into her, claiming her over and over. It was a thought that consumed him, that had him waking up in a cold sweat with his hand around his thick, hard cock. Tonight was the night he’d finally make those fantasies a reality.

He waited until the moon was high and the streetlamps flickered with a lazy buzz. Rachel always took the same shortcut through the alley, the one that was poorly lit and rarely frequented by anyone. That’s where he would grab her. The van was parked a block away, its back door open.

As Rachel’s footsteps grew louder, John’s heart hammered in his chest. He could smell her perfume, a sweet floral scent that made his mouth water. He stepped out from the shadows, his gloved hand reaching out to cover her mouth before she could scream. She struggled, her eyes wide with terror, but she was no match for his strength. He tossed her into the van and slammed the door shut. The sound echoed through the alley, but no one came to investigate.

The drive to his house was agonizingly slow. Rachel thrashed and kicked, but the ropes held her. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, and the fight in her that made his cock even harder.

When they arrived, he dragged her out of the van, her body limp from fear. He felt a strange sense of pride as he led her down into the basement. The basement was his domain, his sanctuary. It was clean, organized, and well-lit, with a single bed in the corner and a metal chair bolted to the floor. The walls were soundproofed, and there were no windows to let in any prying eyes.

John wasted no time. He grabbed Rachel by the hair and yanked her to her feet, tearing her clothes off with a brutal efficiency that spoke of practice. Rachel’s naked body quivered in the cold, her breasts bouncing with each jerk of his movements. He threw her onto the bed, the springs groaning under her weight. He took a moment to appreciate her, to drink in the sight of her vulnerability. She was perfect. He could see the goosebumps rising on her pale skin, her nipples erect with fear. His cock strained against his pants, demanding release. He stepped closer, the tip of his boot nudging her thigh.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

Rachel’s eyes filled with tears. John felt a thrill run down his spine, knowing that she understood what was to come. He unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor, his cock springing free. Rachel’s eyes darted down to it, then back up to his, the horror in them only serving to excite him further. He approached, his cock bobbing in the air. Rachel’s breath came in quick, shallow gasps. She tried to scoot away from him, but the chains held her in place. He climbed on top of her, pinning her down with his weight. Rachel’s body stiffened as he reached between her legs, his fingers probing her wetness.

“You’re already so eager for me,” he said, a smile spreading across his face. John leaned over, his breath hot against Rachel’s neck as he whispered, “You’re going to love this.”

He didn’t bother with foreplay, just positioned himself and pushed. Rachel’s eyes squeezed shut as he forced his way inside her, her body stretching to accommodate his size. Her scream was muffled by a gag, turning into a garbled whine that grew louder with each thrust. John’s eyes rolled back in his head, the sensation of her tight, wet cunt gripping him like a vice sending him over the edge.

He was only a few strokes in before he exploded with cum deep in her. Rachel’s body tensed as she felt the hot fluid fill her, the sensation of being so completely filled and used. He pulled out and Rachel could feel his cum dribble out of her, staining the bed sheets beneath her. John sat back, panting, his cock still hard.