A Rapist Nightmare

His grimy eyes stare out into the dreary cold night as he stands alone in a dark alley. He’s watching her from a short distance, waiting for just the right moment. His focus is on a well dressed woman that steps forth out of the thick clinging fog that swirls around her body as she moves effortlessly across the damp night grass. She appears to float along as if she were the dead rising from their graves.

The woman smiles and inhales deeply as she stretches her long thin arms above her head. Her older style blue hip hugging skirt, molds to her body as if begging someone to stroke their hands over her body. A tight gray sweater hugs the swell of her ample breasts, lifting them even higher then normal so that the nipples look directly at you when she moves. Her blond hair hangs loose, streaming down over her shoulders. Her bangs hang down partly blocking the view of the coal blue eyes as if only to tease you with them.

A breeze kicks up causing her blond locks to blow free playfully about her fair skin. The swirling haze of the fog works in her favor as she walks onto a main alleyway. She walks slowly, looking hard at buildings as if lost. Dimly lit windows look like small eyes staring balefully down on her. This is not a place for a sexy lady to be out wandering in the dark. As she turns the corner onto a smaller alley a large rugged black man slips from a shadowed doorway. Lost in thought, she walks slower, showing no fear of her surroundings.

The man is dressed like a thug, and casually strolls along as he watches her from a short distance. He walks with an air of comfort, living in the area all his life, he knows the area well. He conceals a large knife that hangs in it’s sheathe off his belt.

As she slows her pace, he calls out to her, “Hey Sugar.” His deep voice rings out loud from behind her. She looks casually over her shoulder, but doesn’t answer him. She picks up her pace and moves swiftly towards an opening to the left. She ducks into the shadows, but she moved to slowly and he sees where she is hidden.

With a deep booming laugh he follows her into the alley. When she sees it is a dead end she turns, thinking she could get back into the main alley, instead the stranger stands in front of her.

“Hello sugar,” he says with a grin on his face. His eyes look her over with an obvious hunger in them. She begins to back away from him, her eyes darting looking for an escape. Sadly, even the alley was against her as she backed away from him, her foot stepped into a small puddle of greasy water. Her pump slipped in it, and down she went, her ass smacking into the concrete, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Don’t worry sugar I will take care of you.” His tone frightens her, and she realizes what he has on his mind.

He laughs deeply as he moves slowly towards her with the knife in his hand. The long, thin blade, reflex’s the shinny half-moon that hangs low in the air. He moves at her quickly before she can get back on her feet.

She feels the cold blade touching the tender skin on her neck, making her cry out softly. “No no no please....!” she shouts with a low whimper.

She feels his lips touch her ear “Sugar your gonna give me so much lovin tonight! I will make you my whore.” His words were so vulgar and dirty to her, but it made it obvious that he intended to do harm to her. He reaches out a strong hand and grabs her firmly around the neck, holding her completely immobile.

Just then she feels the cold steel blade moving slowly down her body, until he finds the edge of her sweater. The sharp blade cuts through the woven sweater with effortless ease. Her eyes open wide and meet his as her pale cream colored breasts spill out from under the destroyed sweater. Her face flushes a pale red as she struggles to hide them from his eyes.

The moonlight made this moment feel surreal for them both, almost like a dream. The cool air kissed her breasts, making the dark pink nipples to harden. Her nipples formed into solid points of flesh before him as she again struggles to get free. He growls at her like a wild animal, then pushes her to the ground and straddles her so she couldn’t move. He leans heavily on top of her, pressing his larger body over her smaller frame. He catches her nipple in his mouth and bites down on it brutally, making her scream out.

He slaps her hard across the face, telling her to be quiet. He then holds the knife blade closely to her shaking lips and warns her again, “Do as you are told and this could be pleasant, but don’t listen, and you might lose your life. Do you fucking understand?” he said in a low husky voice.

Fear consumes her, and her body goes limp as she lays there quietly whimpering in fear. She can feel his thick hard shaft through his pants, pressing into her stomach. He deliberately rubs his swollen member up and down her mid section. She feels his callous hand rubbing over her breasts, and then pinching her nipple with force.


She lays there numb to his repeated assault. “Good my bitch, just lay still and do as your told.” Lust consumes his mind, and fills with various delusions. He reaches down and pushes her tight skirt up, forcing it up over her hips. The cool night air rushes over her body and she begins to whimper. He slaps her hard across her face and tears cascade down her cheeks, shimmering in the moonlight that sweeps across her face.

His hands savagely tear at her thin panties and rips them from her body. He tosses them in the direction of a trash dumpster, and then turns his full attention to the smell of her body. The light scent of her perfume and cleanly shaven body, drives him insane. As he holds the knife near her throat, he leans down once more to bite her nipple. She continues to hold still even as a little blood begins to ooze from her left nipple.

With his free hand he unhooks his belt, and then unbuttons his pants, pulling down the zipper in one quick motion. His mouth stays locked onto her nipple, sucking and licking it around in circles. When she hears his actions, it causes her to whimper again. Her mind races, experiencing the feeling of needing to wake up, hoping this must all just be a bad dream.

He shifts his body, and then pushes his pants down to his knees, freeing his pent up cock. He switches to her other nipple and begins to torture it in the same way, biting it until it bled. She feels his cock trying to angle her hips so he can’t penetrate her. He shifts upward and presses his cock head to her cunts lips. “Ahhh you gonna like this whore!” He feels her wetness, and uses one hand to guide his throbbing cock towards her tight opening.

He bites down hard on her right nipple as her slams his cock fully into her cunt. The soft folds of her cunt surround his cock and grip it firmly. He begins thrust is cock quickly in and out of her, hitting the cervix with each hard stroke.

She whimpers, but does not move as he holds the knife firmly at her throat. She lays there, powerless as he takes her breasts once more, licking, sucking, and biting her like a wild animal.

Her folds are incredible tight, but well lubed, making his rape all the more pleasurable. With each stroke into her hot folds, his balls smack into her small round ass. His roughness punishes and humiliates her even more. After several minutes of this brutal rape his cock begins to swell deep in her heated folds.

She begins to moan loudly in enjoyment, as the thought of him cumming deep inside her consumes her thoughts. She begins to buck her hips fiercely into his, consuming more of his thick cock deep inside her moistness. She licks her lips as he looks down at her face.

“Come on you stud,” she moans in a low voice. Her tone is hot, and expresses the need to ride his cock. Uncontrollable words spill from her lips, “Fill me with your rapist cum!” she moans loudly.

She wraps her legs tightly around his waist, embracing him in her warm silken embrace. He bucks hard one last time and shoots his load deep into her throbbing cunt. He pulls his lips from her nipple, and looks down at the woman. She is somehow different, slowly changing as he continues to stare at her now pale skin.

As his breathing slows, his limp cock is still being milked dry deep inside her tight cunt. His cock inside her no longer feels warm, but instead feels like a cold tight rubber hose wrapped around his cock. The inside tissue of her opening sucks up his cum, making her core dry. She painfully holds his cock with her tightness.

As he tries to pull his cock from inside her, he sees her as she really is, with stringy, thin hair, and the face of a creature covered in warts. Her coal blue eyes remain the same color, but her skin color turns gray like a corpse. The life inside her, is now cold and cruel. His own face turns pale, and the life behind his eyes runs away.

Her words are still soft, but the voice is coarse, almost broken now. “Was my fucking pussy good, you bastard?” She bends her head forward, looking up at him.

In shock, he freezes, still with his cock deep inside her tightness.

Her hand shoots down with a blink of an eye, grabbing the knife blade with a soft grunt. With one quick show of strength, she snaps the blade in half, and then drops it near his body. She reaches out and forcibly grabs him around his neck. She pulls his shocked face to her breast, which are no longer beautiful. Instead they look like rotting, sagging flats of old breast tissue.

“Thank you for my meal,” she whispers to him and then wraps her long legs around his body, holding him in place. He tries to fight, but she is stronger than any man he had ever met. It was like pushing against a stone wall.

When her rotting nipple nears his lips he bites down hard, trying to hurt her in any way he can. She sighs deeply with pleasure as he bites into her harden flesh, cuddling him closer into her cold body. Her insides are no longer hot or smooth, just cold and dry, and she uses it all to rape his cock, squeezing it even tighter. Her lips trace over his ear, along his neck, holding him in her strong grip.

Suddenly he feel something sharp poking into his neck, thinking it might be the knife, he tries to struggle free. The feeling changes to not one, but two sharp objects stabbing into his body. Without warning she slams her fangs deep into his neck. He can feel his blood moving swiftly to her lips as she works his neck.

She murmurs a soft “Yes!” as if cooing to him as she drinks. The pleasure he feels is more intense than any of the other 20 some rapes that he had done in the past couple of years. Soon he is griping her as if she were his long lost lover. Pleasure courses throughout his body until he feels himself fading into blackness from lack of blood.

His starved heart begins to spasm in his chest as she licks her lips, and then his neck. He hears her last words as his world dims.

“You’re mine now..... oh so handsome. Mine forever.” Her voice so full of happiness as she releases his still form from her grip. Reaching down, she finds the discarded blade and flicks it across her nipple and watches as dark blood flows freely.

In his dim vision, he sees this through his shadowy dieing eyes. Feeling her hand once more prodding over him, wiping her blood across his lips, making them burn. He whimpers, but she coos sweet words to him and fills his mouth with the blood streaming from her nipple.

“Drink my son!” She commands and rubs her hand over his throat causing him to gag and swallow the a large gulp. He whimpers once more and then begins to suck like a baby on tit. The bitter sweet blood flooding into his mouth, brings life back to him.

He feels her fucking him once more, sliding his coated cock in and out of tight hole. He growls darkly, drinking more of the dark blood until to grows full and spits the nipple from his panting lips. The thought of what he did sickens him, his mind unable to believe he has drunk this creature’s blood.

His cock is still hard though it feels different in her cunt as she fucks him. She rapes him as he did her earlier. He is too weak to stop her anyway. His cock was no longer able to provide sperm for her meals. He turns his head away from her hoping to find solace in the mists. This only allows him to find his reflection in a wet puddle.

With a scream of shock he looks on his new form. His once clean rugged good looking face is no more. In its place is a sore covered face with a lesion next to his nose. His words come out almost like hers, but more grating. “What did you do to me?” He reaches out for her in anger. This time he flies loose from her with a single shove. His cock came loose with a lewd popping sound from her body.

She rises to her feet smoothing out her skirt and looking over her sweater. Seeing the damage done to it she shrugged it off, letting it drop there looking at him. “You owe me a sweater mister,” she says giggling and turns toward the alleyway.

As he rises, he looks to her in anger. “Bitch!”

Turning she looks to him smiling a sluttish smile. “Come here!” When he does not come to her side she laughs. Smiling she uses a slutty tone now with him. There is something magical to her words commanding his body. “Come over here sexy.” He shakes his head no then is surprised as he finds his feet moving in her direction..

She catches his jaw squeezing it painfully. “Rule number one stud is I own you!” She releases him only to slam a fist into his stomach. The blow should only have made him laugh instead it doubled him over. Catching him she slings him easily over her shoulder rubbing his ass as she holds him naked from the waist down. She leaves his clothing in the alley for others to wonder.

Walking to a steaming grate she pushes down on it with her foot. The grate used often by her opens smoothly as she smiles “Welcome home lover.” She steps through carrying his weak form from the misty light of the night. The grate after a moment seals itself.

She laughs as she hefts him up, feeling his flaccid cock on her shoulder she leans to it. Slowly she sucked his head into her mouth with playfulness. Walking down the sewers tunnel she grows tired of the hard head in her mouth, and bites into it hard. He had enjoyed the attention until she had bitten him. He cries out in pain, and she rubs his ass once more, taking him into her home. His was just another scream in the dark down side of the city. The sound causes barely a head to turn in the mists, as another is taken.

Dirty Little Sex Crime

For those who do not wish to read about torture, cruel acts, or any other random acts of violence that my mind may think about in the next couple hours, then I suggest you leave this site.

I sat quietly alone in the car, looking in the direction of the place I knew he would have to appear…his job. It’s the easiest way to track a person. Find out where they work, then just follow them.

I finished smoking and flipped the remains out the window into the heavy breeze, spinning it around outside my car. I took notice of the rustling leaves that spiraled around in a circle near the curb. My eyes followed as a stray leaf broke free and wondered off in the direction of the police department. My eyes followed every twist and curve as it neared my target.

I could feel the blood rushing through my veins as the leaf came to a stop when a officer stepped outside. I smiled lightly, breathing in the essence of life deep into my lungs.

I had been watching him for a long time, and fantasized many times about what I would do to him if I had the opportunity. I was looking at him like an object, not a life form like me, put a toy to be played with and used completely.

He was perfect with his short cut black hair, brown eyes, dimpled cheeks, and nice muscular built body. I was drawn towards him since the first day I saw him at the park. I felt it was fate that had brought us together and fate alone that would decide the outcome of our next meeting.

I watched him from Second and Broadway as he sat down in the his car, and placed a seatbelt across his chest. I started my car as he began backing out, and then I watched him as he turned left at the light and drove right in front of me. I quickly dropped in behind him and began my pursuit, my body tingling with adrenaline.

I relentlessly followed behind him as he turned left on Main St and then right to W 2nd St. At the light he turned left to 97 going under the overpass and pulled into a Quik-Trip located on the corner in front of Wal-Mart. I followed behind him as he made his way inside. I could smell the sweet fragrance of his cologne as his body moved through the air directly in front of me. I inhaled it deeply, programming the smell permanently into my mind. We reached for a small cup at the same moment and our hands briefly touched, sending shock waves of adrenaline throughout my body. Was it destiny or fate?

It wasn’t until we were getting into our cars and backing out that he looked directly at me, locking eyes for a longer than usually glance. I could tell that he thought I looked familiar, but he just couldn’t quite figure out who I was at that moment. Fear that I had been caught before I was ready, sent me in the opposite direction.

The next day, I waited until his shift was almost over before I began my pursuit of following him to his home. I drove past as I watched him pull his police cruiser into his driveway. I continued on straight, looking into my rearview mirror as he stepped his huge 6’3” body out of the small confines of the drivers seat. I turned around on the next block and drove back in front of his house looking for one last glance or the opportunity to put my plan in motion.

I knew he was married for the second time, and had a couple kids, but they were nothing but a momentary thought. After all, in the end they would be okay and be able move on with their lives. She knew the risk of being with a police officer when she first began sneaking around with him while he was still married to his first wife.

It was several hours into darkness on late February eve, when I got up enough nerve to park my car just a couple hundred feet from his front door. I stepped outside, feeling the heartbeat of the earth beneath my feet. Power was flowing into me as I was drawn nearer to his essence, his life force. I could smell the coolness of the earth as I stood near a window and peered with contempt of danger. I smiled slowly as I stood near the window and reached out to run my fingertips lightly over the glassy surface. My fingertips tingled with the feeling of life under them, my body reacting to the powerful flow of adrenaline, I reached down the front of my jeans with my left hand and cupped my moist mound.

I could see him standing in the middle of the room, talking on the phone as I silently watched his lips moving to words I could not understand. His graceful movements subdue my own shaky nerves as I watch him remove his shirt. His stomach muscles are not taught but rather pudgy, as if he has enjoyed a few too many beers in his lifetime. I find it sexy for men around 40 to have this kind of look, and it sent shivers down my spine.

My left index finger separated my damp opening and began massaging in clockwise direction. I giggled lightly thinking about how I would look like a fool if someone were to pass by and see me standing there. At the moment I didn’t care, I was more into the fantasy of what I could be doing to his body after I forced him at gunpoint into the back seat of my SVU.

I would handcuff his wrists behind his back, (using his own set of cuffs of course), gag him with a thick washcloth, and then place a black hood over his face. I would then take my helpless, whimpering victim to a cabin deep in the woods, where no sound could be heard for miles.

Inside the cabin I pull off the hood and remove the gag from your mouth. After all, there is no need to fear anyone being able to hear the screams so far out in the country.

He looks around confused and disoriented, but quickly recovers and tries rushing his handcuffed body in my direction. I’m quickly able to knock him off his feet and send him falling to the floor with a loud thump.

I maneuver over his body and sit across his mid-section, “You’re fucked my friend!” I say with a little giggle. Then I slap him viciously across the face, leaving a dark red handprint across his right cheek. With a savage grin on my face, I begin punching him in the face, chest and belly, forcing him the wince in a little pain.

He was big and powerful, but my blows took some of the fight out of him. Keeping him handcuffed I cut free his shirt, pulled down his jeans, and then removed his boxers, leaving him fully exposed to my fists. I worked him over until my knuckles began to bleed and the blood from his face began to mix with mine.

When he beg me to stop, I stepped back and began to admire the nakedness of my victim. He looked luscious, with his limp cock laying to the side of his leg. I couldn’t stop myself from taking him fully into my mouth. Nature took over and after several minutes his cock began to grow. I wanted to jam his big cock deep down my throat, but first I wanted him to feel pain.

I walked across the old creaky floor and stood before my victim. I pulled a large hunting knife out and touched the tip to his chest.

“You will call me Tayla,” I whispered softly. “And you will treat people like me with respect from now on. Do you fucking understand?”

He nodded, and said he was sorry.

“You know I could easily kill you,” I said to him. “No one knows where we are.”

“No, please, no,” I have a family he pleaded.

“No - what - you pig? I said pressing the tip of the knife into his firm chest muscle near his heart.

His eyes opened wide at the sensation of the cold blade pressing into his flesh, bringing a small amount of blood oozing to the surface.

“I’m sorry Tayla. Please don’t kill me,” he begged.

“That’s it. Be a nice officer. Not some asshole cunt, that thinks he’s better than the rest of the world.”

“Okay Tayla, just take the knife away from my chest.”

I moved the knife away from his new wound, but held it firmly in my hand. “You don’t remember me, do you asshole?” I asked gripping the knife a little tighter in my hand.

“No Tayla, I don’t…”

“Of course you don’t,” I said placing the knife back against his skin. “Pretty little pigs like you look right past people like me. I’m not pretty enough, smart enough, or thin enough for you. You treat me as if I’m a nobody. A worthless piece of shit that should only be taken out back and shot. You think you’re too good to follow the same rules that I have to follow. I’m nothing to you but dirt under your fingernail that you can’t get rid of.”

I stuck the knife into his chest deep enough to make him let out a loud ear piercing scream. I continued to stare into his eyes at his pain, until his eyes locked with mine, then I had to look away. Even handcuffed, he had power over me, and I wanted to take that power away from him.

“You’re nothing but a fucking piece of shit, you asshole,” I screamed at him and began slamming my fist into his body. While he shrieked in agony, I thought about taking the knife and driving it deep into his belly and splitting him open. “I want you to remember me, and everything that has happened today, so that you will never forget what trauma does to a person. They are never normal again. You can’t just forget and move on. Every time you think you’re okay, someone could be lurking around some corner ready to do you harm. I’m not going to kill you this time, but I’ll be watching you.”

My thoughts were running wild as I stood rubbing my wet cunt outside his house, thinking about my fantasy to kidnap the officer. I wanted to watch him struggle to breathe. The thought sent me over the edge and my insides began to erupt. Hot warm juices began to flow. I pulled out my fingers and licked the sweetness from my fingertips. I was out of breath, but returning to sanity when lights from a car turned down the street.

The coolness of the night air felt like ocean waves caressing my body. I quickly retreated to my car, and continue my quest to find another officer to kidnap for my ultimate fantasy.