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Chapter 4 – 2

Monday, October 31

He was in the zone tonight. Every person, every sound, everything going on around him, he was completely aware of. The damn cops had finally announced the existence of what they believed to be a serial rapist in the town, but few students had heard the news before they went out for this night.
Tonight was a golden opportunity. It was Halloween, and no matter what concerns might exist for the female population of a college town, Halloween was a night that the women would inevitably lower their guard: getting drunk, arriving home at all hours of the night, clothed in the most revealing outfits, and often wearing high heels that would slow them down. As the night descended, he began to hunt, a shadow moving silently through the student housing.
Student Housing, 9:50 p.m.
It was getting late, nearly 10 p.m., as Amy finished getting into her costume. She had decided to dress as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, clad in a short, plaid blue dress and a tight white blouse, her hair in cute pigtails, tied with red ribbons. Her sexy ensemble was completed by a pair of red high heels in place of the iconic ruby slippers, adding that little extra lift to her slim, sexy, 5’4” frame.

As she headed out the door, Amy grabbed her coat, just in case it got chilly, and her car keys. Then she headed out the door to her car.
Downtown, 10 p.m.
He had seen her walk to her car, her hips swaying deliciously in her short, tight Dorothy outfit, her smooth, tanned legs looking perfect in her red high heels. He knew he couldn’t catch her there, after all, he wasn’t in position. So he got in his car and followed her, hoping to get lucky.
She sighed in frustration as she once more failed to find a parking spot anywhere downtown, the crowds were just too big. She drove around a corner and there it was: an open parking garage. She drove up and into the garage, surprised to realize there were almost no cars in the structure. ‘Oh well,’ she thought, ‘probably no one even saw the place was open.’
She found a place to park near one of the stairways. She shut off her car and pulled out the keys. “Finally, I can get to partying,” she said out loud. She opened the door and stepped out, her high heels ringing loudly on the concrete of the nearly empty parking structure. She took a moment to smooth her skirt, then locked the door. After all, you could never be too careful.
Even as she turned toward the exit, she was slammed back against the car door, a hand clamping over her mouth to stifle her startled scream. Ice crawled up her belly as she felt the cold, sharp metal of a knife press to the throat. “Do what I say, bitch,” a hard, cruel voice snarled, “or I’ll fucking kill you! Got it!”
Her mind numb with terror, Amy nodded her head vigorously. “Good,” he snarled, “Now get moving!” He began dragging her away from her car, moving toward a corner of the parking structure where several lights had burned out, the area dark and isolated, where they could be alone.
She was perfect, her slim, firm body pressed close to him, trembling in fear as he dragged her to her fate. She smelled delicious, her perfume thick and luscious in his nose. Even as he dragged her to where he would enjoy her, her skirt rode up her soft, firm, tanned thighs to the point that he could see her white lace brief panties. She struggled, but not enough to escape him. She was his, and he was going to enjoy her.
Roughly, he dragged her into the dark corner, behind a pair of industrial garbage containers. The stench was powerful, but the only aroma he noticed was her sweet perfume. He pushed her onto the cold cement floor before settling on top of her, pinning her to the ground, but all he felt was the warm, soft curves of her body. He held her wrists in one hand, pinned over her head, while his other hand kept the knife at her throat.
Her pretty face was stained with tears as she struggled against him. “Please,” she begged, “don’t hurt me!” she struggled valiantly against him, but his strength overwhelmed her and his bulk pinned her down.
“Shut up, bitch!” he snarled, smacking her hard across the face with an open palm. She let out a soft cry of pain and despair. Underneath him, her ripe, soft hips twisted desperately as she struggled against him. His cock went wild at the feel of her soft, warm body struggling against him.
Her gasps and moans filled the isolated space he had her in as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed her wrists helplessly together. Harshly, he smacked her across the face again, leaving a red handprint across her pretty face. “Uggh!” she gasped in pain fro the blow as he shoved the hem of her skirt up, exposing her smooth, tanned legs and the soft, sexy fabric of her lace panties.
Hooking her panties, he began to pull the fabric down her twisting, struggling thighs. “Noo, please, don’t!” she screamed. He smacked her across the face, damn that felt good, then went back to pulling away her covering.
With a final tug, he yanked her panties off around her high heels, leaving her crotch utterly exposed. Amy pressed her thighs together, desperate to protect her most intimate of places. Her soft, firm butt wriggled desperately against the cold cement, but to no avail as he grabbed her ankles, forcing her legs spread wide. He forced her ankles up onto his shoulders, pinning them there with an arm as he towered over his helpless victim.
Taking his cock in hand, he aimed it toward the soft, tight flesh of her pussy.
“No, no, don’t, please!” she begged. He ignored her as he pressed his thick, throbbing cock to her pussy lips, the warmth of her flesh caressing his hot, hard cock.
“Get ready, bitch!” he sneered triumphantly.
“Nooooo!!” she screamed. With one brutal thrust, he tore his cock into her tight, innocent, unwilling flesh. Amy’s scream became one of pain as he tore open her soft, innocent flesh. With one hard thrust, he buried his cock in her warm, moist folds, her soft, violated flesh encompassing his throbbing cock in warm, moist, tight flesh.
Amy sobbed as he began to thrust back and forth, increasing the speed with each thrust. She sobbed, tears streaming from her squeezed shut eyes as he violently and cruelly fucked her. Reaching down, he tore the straps from her dress, then ripped open her white blouse to reveal her white lace bra. One more tear ripped the delicate fabric from her heaving chest, exposing her full, ripe breasts. Roughly, he groped one breast, then the other. The cold and his rough, pinching fingers soon had her soft, pink nipples rock hard, and he lowered his head to suck one, then the other, eliciting gasps of pleasure and humiliation from his helpless victim.
Amy sobbed in pain and humiliation as he continued to brutally thrust back and forth, tearing into her helpless, delicate flesh as he violated her most sacred of places. “Please,” she sobbed, “stop.”
He sneered at her, his hand smacking her across the face once again, hard. “Fuck you, slut! I’m gonna fuck your stupid brains out!” Cruelly, he twisted a nipple, causing her to cry out in pain even as he increased the tempo of his fucking, thrusting harder and deeper as her face became wet with fresh tears.
He could feel the exquisite pressure building deep in his balls. He pushed her down, hard, his thrusts coming harder and faster as he squeezed her full, abused breasts. He grunted with pleasure as he thrust deep into her violated body, her tight, warm, moist flesh squeezing him delightfully.
“Ugh, huh, uggghh, Noooooooo!!!!” she moaned in pain and humiliation as he fucked her harder and harder. Finally, he thrust hard and deep, his cock forcing its way even deeper into her violated body. With a wave of intense pleasure, he fired again and again, his creamy cum firing into her violated depths.
“Noooooo!!” she wailed in despair as his full balls emptied deep into her pussy. He fired again and again, deep into her, for close to half a minute. When finally he stopped, he collapsed onto her , pinning her underneath his bulk, even if she had had the wherewithal to move. Al she did was squeeze her eyes shut as she wept tears of humiliation and violation.
It took him several minutes before he had the strength to rise. By then, his cock was ready for round two. He stood up, grabbed her pigtails, and hauled Amy to her knees. “Time to clean up, bitch!” he sneered in triumph. Amy just sobbed in response, her mind close to breaking at her rape.
He took his thick, hard cock in one hand, grabbing her chin with the other to hold it steady. “Open up, bitch,” he ordered. Before she could acquiesce, they both heard someone coming.
“It was just over here, officer,” a man’s voice said softly. “I heard a woman scream.”
“Shit!” he snarled in anger, letting her face go. He yanked up his pants even as Amy screamed for help, “Help me!”
Ignoring her, he grabbed her panties even as he dashed for a nearby exit. The cop didn’t even notice him as he caught site of the girl, still handcuffed, her dress and blouse torn open, her full, perky breasts jutting out and her skirt coiled around her waist, her firm, tanned thighs smeared with thick semen.
The cop ran up to her, checking her for additional injuries as he called in the attack over the radio. He covered her in a blanket from his first aid kit and awaited the paramedics. By the time the cop thought to look for the perpetrator, he was long gone. When an ambulance arrived, it took Amy to the hospital, where a female doctor checked her out. Kara arrived several hours later to take her statement. By the end of the interview, Kara was certain this was the same rapist, her hands shook with silent, impotent rage.
While the doctors and police were seeing to Amy, he continued to prowl the streets, his cock throbbing with need, eager for another victim to ravish that night.